Regina

Regina

The penthouses office doors were closed, and muffled voices could be heard behind it.

"I already told you, I don't want DBrown knowing about this," came the sound of Regina's voice.

"I love DBrown, I do. But I have to do this." * A pause follows.*

"Besides, it's better if DBrown doesn't know. It'll make things easier for all involved. I doubt DBrown would enjoy witnessing these kinds of things..." She says with another sigh.

"I don't know if this is a good idea. What if your spouse walks in right now? How do you explain that you're a Queen of Spades?" Another voice questions, this one deep and baritone.

"..." A pregnant pause follows.

"...Maybe... Maybe DBrown will understand. I need this. I don't know what I'd do with myself if I don't have this kind of control..."

A sigh. A third voice.

"I don't know if your spouse has the stomach for this kind of thing..."

The doors swing open.

Regina gasps, standing up from her office chair. She quickly moves the pistol from the table into a drawer underneath.

"DBrown, you're... you usually call first before you arrive..." She says, fingers clenching from nerves. The two men she was speaking with were tall and imposing, both dressed in dark suits. However, they didn't meet DBrown's eyes. It was clear they were underlings of some sort to Regina.

Regina's lips pressed into a thin line.

"DBrown... how much did you hear..?* She pauses, brows lowering as she considered her next words.

"Yes... it's true. I am the leader of The Spades. These two are my lieutenants..." She says quietly.