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The Morgans lived in an old impressive Victorian mansion in Beaverbrook. The first and oldest neighborhood in Kanata.

Sandra's room was large and beautiful.

The walls were painted purple, with an eighteenth-century four poster bed. There was a couch, a fire place, a table and chair in front of it for dining. A huge painting of a falling vulture hung on the wall.

She turned from the window, she hated the room.

The bright cheerful colours.

The fire place.

The bed.

Everything.

Except the huge painting. It amused her.

She recalled the day Bruce brought the painting to her room.

He said the vulture in the painting was her. She would fall to her death.

Her bedroom door suddenly swung open. Bruce walked in with his secretary tagging along.

Grace Evelyn, Bruce's secretary and hoe. She went everywhere with him. She was everything Sandra wasn't.

Grace was short and fat in the wrong places.

She had a bulging forehead, a small nose, large green eyes and a very large mouth. She had skinny legs and a bloated upper body. She was like a short bald man on wig.

Sandra sometimes wondered why God gave Grace green eyes, to her it was a complete waste. If ugly was a person, Grace was a splitting image.

Compared to Sandra who was an embodiment of beauty. Sandra was chubby in the right places, her breast full, small waist and the curve of a goddess.

Standing there in the green silk gown she was wearing, she looked like a temptation.

A Temptress.

Bruce and Grace sat down on the couch, staring at Sandra. And for minutes no one said anything.

The Silence was uncomfortable.

Sandra stood still, She felt weak and vulnerable. She was terrified of the man staring at her. His gaze was cold and dead. She felt naked.

"You're quite ungrateful Sandra" Bruce finally broke the eerie silence.

She raised her eyebrow in question, she didn't understand what he meant.

"You surely haven't forgotten dear wife?" He asked "I gave you a week break; A week to be loyal to me."

He signaled to Grace to give Sandra a file. Grace nodded and threw the file at Sandra.

"Sandra, Mr Noah Williams will be coming over to this house" Grace said, her eyes mocking Sandra, "Bruce needs Mr Williams support for his campaign, so endeavor to treat him well."

"Bruce I am tired, I can't continue doing this." Sandra whispered weakly.

Within seconds, her head was slammed on the door by Bruce's hoe, Grace had the strength of a thousand bulls.

Grace picked up a baseball bat at the far corner of the room were Sandra had kept it to avoid Bruce hitting her with it again.

Grace walked slowly towards Sandra. Dragging the bat behind her, trying her best to look menacing to frighten Sandra.

She smirked, she felt intense pain in her head.

Sandra sat up straight on the floor, she looked on and she paused.

Grace did not look frightening, she looked like Santa Claus gone rogue.

It was hilarious and Sandra made no effort to hide her laugh. She watched Grace with excitement and each step Grace took increased her laughter.

She laughed and clapped. She couldn't remember when last she laughed this way but it definitely felt good.

The smile and satisfaction on Grace's face disappeared. She walked towards Sandra hastily with increased anger, raising the bat above her head to strike Sandra.

Bruce watched his wife laugh. He observed her closely. It was a shame, she was indeed beautiful. She had the skin of a baby and the smile of an Angel. He had the urge to twist her neck and watch her lifeless body hit the ground.

He raised his hand to signal Grace to stop. She stopped in front of Sandra, looked at him and looked back at Sandra. She raised the bat and hit Sandra on the back.

"BITCH." She screamed at Sandra.

In two long swift strides, Bruce was beside Grace.

"Are you crazy"

"I just really had to teach this bitc..." There was the sound of slap, followed by another.

Sandra flinched, but her face didn't sting. Bruce gave Grace a third slap and a kick in the stomach.

"This is interesting." Sandra said to herself. She should have made popcorn. She watched in satisfaction as Bruce descended brutally on his secretary.

"Fuck...She has a client this night" He said breathing hard as he kicked Grace more "Do not beat her for today, was all I asked of you."

He pulled Grace by her hair and threw her out of the room. She scrambled away in pain and fear.

He stood at the door way and looked towards Sandra "There'll be a cameraman waiting outside as usual, make sure you hug, kiss or do whatever you deem fit, just do something with Mr Williams outside the door."

Tears swelled up in her eyes.

"I believe there would be no problem?" he asked.

It was a question but yet a command and she knew he would not leave the room until she answered. She swallowed hard.

Shaking her head, she managed to find her voice, and she whispered "None."

He closed the door and walked away.

He wondered what was going through her mind.

She shouldn't even have the liberty to think.

She was just his tool to Money, Fame and Power.

He looked around for Grace, he needed her now. He saw her trying to tend to her wounds. He pulled her by the hair and threw her on the floor, she flinched in pain. Women in pain aroused him. He pulled down his pants; he was going to have her there and now, there was no one to stop him. He felt powerful.