Bree marched to her office desk again with her loud gladiator sandals. She pulled out a small bag and filled it with weapons.
If there’s one thing she learned from her father and McDonough: it’s that violence works. And Bree refused to let anyone make her feel guilty for believing that. Intimidation has worked in the decades past, and it’d surely work now. Bree smiled, her face devilish with genuine excitement. She continued to fill her bag with weapons, but then took some of it out to make room for arms more deadly. Violence may never be the simpleton’s answer, but to her, it was, violence is the quickest way to gain respect.
And she planned to come out of City Two with said respect. Tracey would finally be put in her place.
Bree smiled wide as she held more guns in her hands. Her thoughts cut off by Skylar’s irritating, deep voice.
“How will running two cities show them you are a good Prexy? That is just making your job harder,” Skylar said as she raced over to Bree.
“That is the point, Mengzan.” Bree snapped.
“Please, Ms. Prexy. Do not call me that.”
“Shut up. I said come on. Get your things. We are going to City Two.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now! Do hurry before Tracey tries to cover up the evidence again.”
