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A stared at the figure across from them. C asked the person a question only B, her right hand woman, would know the answer to, and they answered correctly and proudly. Sure, C may have been convinced, but A wasn't.
That wasn't her B.
G entered the room.
"A, you have a client on the phone?"
A turned to her lackey, keeping an eye on the imposter B. "If it isn't important, please tell them to leave their number. I will get back to them as soon as we are done here."
G nodded. "Yes ma'am." He walked back out the door with the phone back to ear.
A turned back the "B".
"You aren't B. Who are you and what did you do with B?"
The imposter's grin faltered. "What do you mean A?"
C tugged on her sleeve. "A, what are you doing?"
She shrugged him off.
"If you were the real B, you wouldn't have given C a straight out answer. You would've taken the chance to fuck with him as much as you possibly could. Now, where is B?"
The fake's grin was cocky. The sight made A's orb twitch. "My little sister is a bit...indisposed at the moment, if you know what I mean."
"YOU MOTHER-"
"C, stop. B's not dead. I know it. Let's just leave this lowlife fake to think about the consequences that sh.
e will face for fucking with the Alphabet Mafia. Let's go."
A's walk out of the room was confident, not a single ounce of doubt or fear to be had. After all, the Alphabet Mafia is strong, and they had each other's back.