Earlier in the story, when Millicent/Vivian first met Stan. http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2012/06/29/blood-and-sand/
Washing the same dish for the third time, disgust rolled through Vivian. She checked her phone for the ninth time since sending a text message to Pauley twenty minutes earlier. She knew her friend was with Stan, an attractive, sophisticated man who was showing Pauley attention. But Millicent Stingley’s negative characteristics traveled to Brazil and became Vivian Alves’. She couldn’t kill jealousy and pride. Lenore’s voice distracted her.
“Miss Vivian, I gave Danela the special tea you made. She’s napping in my room until our other guests come. Are you all right?
Vivian turned her phone over so she couldn’t see the screen and toweled the dish. She turned off the water and turned off the water.
“Yes, Lenore, I’m fine. Pauley and Stan are going to want to talk to Danela but I think we should discourage it. Don’t worry, I’ll handle that as well as making the same tea for them that I gave Danela. Prepare the yellow room for Pauley and Stan. They’re a couple, and will probably want to share it.”
Lenore looked at Vivian with a blank face. She raised her thin, dark eyebrows.
“Then, why are we giving them the same tea we gave Danela?”
Vivian wanted to shove a syringe full of the kumare she laced Danela’s tea into Lenore’s neck but instead she tossed the hand towel at her arm. It draped over the colorful tattoos that adorned Lenore’s right shoulder.
“It’s been a long day, Lenore. Everyone needs to sleep and attack the Sampas gang problem with fierce focus in the morning. Also, you and I need to hem some skirts I want to display in the store. I have to make money to maintain this glamourous lifestyle, my dear.”
Vivian’s sarcasm trailed off into the kitchen as she walked into the living room. Lenore’s laughter made Vivian smile until the front door opened.
“Hey Viv! You remember Stan. Where’s our Danela damsel in distress?”
Tall, fit, and well-groomed, Stan filled up the doorway to Vivian’s home. She hated his self-assuredness and the trajectory on his eyes, lasered on Pauley. Lenore appeared in the living room with a ray holding a teapot, two cups, and some biscuits. Vivian purred.
“Hello, Stanley. You look terrific. And you two arrived in a limo? How cozy. Sit down, you two we’ll go over what Danela told us while you were gone, Paulette. She’s asleep.”
Pauley shook her head, rolled her eyes then glanced upstairs.
“Asleep? We need to debrief her.”
Stan put down his bags as Lenore poured tea into cups and placed them on the oval cherry wood coffee table.
“It’s okay, Pauley. I’m sure everyone’s exhausted. I am too. Let’s visit a while then get settled in for the night.”
Pauley relaxed at the sound of his voice. Vivian cringed. Lenore walked over to Stan’s luggage.
“Miss Vivian, I’ll go get our guests’ room ready for the night.”
Pauley sat down on the couch while Stan scooted aside her and opened a file on his phone.
“Viv, we wanted to go over Tomas’ organization and how we think Artur and Marco can be gotten out.”
Vivian stared at the poor condition of her nails, pondered a trip to a salon, and eased into a chair adjacent to the happy couple.
“Drink some tea, please, I insist. Tomas and the Sampas are a tomorrow problem. Tell me about the two of you. Paulette, you know I’m fascinated.”
Pauley stared at her friend and picked a cup. She and Stan drank at the same time.
“Viv, this tea’s really good. But Stan, show her the file you have on Tomas.”
Pauley stifled a yawn and Stan rubbed his eyes as he handed his phone over to Vivian. Vivian smirked and whispered.
“Sweet dreams, you two.”
This is my chapter of the two new ones posted today for mine and my writing partner Tara aka @Tara_R of Thin Spiral Notebook http://thinspiralnotebook.wordpress.com/ check out the small piece about this entry when Millicent now Vivian met Stan.
Today’s song is obvious. Vivian is Millicent is bad. She’s jealous of anyone else being friends with Pauley. Here’s Eurythmics’s Sweet Dreams.