As the fatigue filled her being, Madame Tuscany sighed as she leaned forward and touched the intercom button on her desk.
“Jeffrey,” she called to her mortal admin, “clear my calendar for tonight and let me know when Briannon arrives.” She instructed
the young mortal man through the intercom.
“Lady Briannon is not scheduled in your appointments today, Madame,” Jeffrey’s efficient voice stated.
“Yes, I know, however, she will arrive later. When she does, please call me,” she tiredly stated.
“As you wish, Madame,” came the clear, crisp voice.
Filled with acceptance of her fate the grande dame leaned back in her chair. She had lived many centuries. At an age when she
should have been left alone to die, she had been forced to see and experience more than a soul should ever endure. Inwardly she
was ready to end her journey through the darkness. With this in mind, she would make the final preparations needed before the
vestige of death visited her for a second time.
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