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" You're so fucking whore Brenda!"

" Hush, tone down that voice. Even if I don't tell you directly, I know you already grasp my plan."

" And you're fucking nonchalant about it?"

" I deserve being a madam of the house, a born lady. This villa is a great testament that I was raised, bred, and educated to belong in the upper echelon."

Mia's eyes become wide as saucer, and her mouth hang loosely for a while.

" That's rich! Are you sure you're still sane? You'll gonna eat your young so you can have this grand opportunity? Did it ever crossed your mind the impact on Portia? You're so low! The lowest among the lowest." Mia almost catch her breath, she got the horror of a lifetime.

" You're just her godmother, I'm her mother."

" Exactly! You're whoring yourself, and pimping your daughter, my goddaughter. Did you listen, really listen just for a minute or two to your inner self. The answer is, No. You turned deaf with your ambition. You're a lot poorer than the scavengers!" A great anguish crept at Mia's contorted voice, so low it actually held a funeral.

Brenda just eyed her companion with detached demeanor.

" Drink your tea, I brewed it stiffly."

" The hell with your stiff tea! Right now I strongly like to make your whole body to stiffen forever, so you can't go through with this diabolical plan, and mind you, I hate tea! It's strong black coffee with lots of sugar for me."

While making her coffee and tasting it without actually savoring the afternoon siesta drinks that they always partake within the enclosure of the balcony under the lush yellow bell shrubbery, that framed their perfect tableau, as two astounding middle aged women, enjoying a reprise to a middle class neighborhood. The place where they grew, become woman, and secretly drift to become a fallen women in society's view.

" You're hell bent in doing this right? Why don't you take coffee for a while, just this once, Brenda. Without cream, without sugar, maybe caffeine gives you awakening and palpitation, that what you're planning is thoroughly against the scriptures in the Bible, that your always cramming at everyone's throat."

" I raised her for this purpose." Brenda stated with a clipped tone.

" Much as I thought and observed." Mia said drily,

" You groomed her to be your greatest pawn, because you don't have a great body, or a face that can launch a thousand ships. Between the two of us and all the boarders of this villa, we surpass you from that category, but-, " she cut abruptly her talk for the incoming cough, thick, abrasive, and painful. Instead of sipping her stimulating coffee to relive the effect of cough in her vocals, she light a cigarette, did a quick drag, she blows it sideways, " you're strategy and wit astounds me to a greater length ever since we're children."

" And you're meddling always grates in my nerves."

Mia chuckled drily, " it's you're conscience surfacing not your nerves, Brenda. It's the reason why I'm here, you're conscience is so nil since you we're born."

" Conscience is good, if I can achieve what I'm supposed to achieve."

" All those rosaries, attending mass, reading of Bible passages is just a facade? So you can imbibe to that great society you want to be a part of? It's not for salvation? Not also for Portia's spiritual guidance?"

" It's not a facade Mia, it's my devotion, my atonement, and I believe in God. Why do you think my plan lead me straight to my ambition?"

" Really, Brenda? You're fine one to talk, you already have a reason to your devious plan. You state it as a divine prophecy, why don't you open a cult religion, it suits you."