Vuriel Pot.

"I shot him!"

Ayisha claimed, pacing the room.

"And then what? You shot him, then what? He is he dead?"

Allison was impatient and pissed. She was just a merrier version of the rest of the ladies who were boiling in rage.

"No, he is not dead. But he won't survive it. I aimed for his head, but he was at the door, so I missed and hit his shoulder."

The nine ladies were all scattered around the large hall of the meeting. Unlike the previous moments when they would gather around the table, this time around, it was obvious that they were all worried.

"In other words, he is not dead. I can only imagine what has happened to you these past years."

Lisa scorned.

"Didn't you say you were the best at this? How could you even miss it? Did you do it intentionally? Don't tell me that you already developed feelings for him!"

"Lisa, that's going too far. Let's not do that to each other."

Mira called Lisa's attention, but Lisa didn't look like she felt remorseful.

"Why didn't you go ahead and do i
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