DILARA OZDEMIR
Anticipation lingered in the air and Dilara whom considered herself to be a rather patient woman, felt anything but. The hours seemed to slow to a painful pace and she was left waiting to watch the chaotic plan that had been in the making for a number of months finally come to fruition. Tension lingered in her shoulders as she shifted in her set, sitting up a little straighter in the presence of another. “You mean to tell me you actually care for my opinion?“ Dilara couldn’t help but shake her head as a lowly chuckle escaped her. Chocolate hues studied him further as he moved about the room. How was it that two people that were once so close, could now be worlds apart. “I’m not sure the man that holds the end of that leash around your neck would be too happy to hear such a thing.” She taunted, downing the contents of her vessel to discard of her glass before her attention returned to the man in question. “Shouldn’t you be out enjoying yourself and not looking for ghosts where there are none.” The Syndicate head added, only this time her tone softened slightly, void of her usually cold façade.
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Axel scoffs quietly as he shakes his head, shoving his hands into the pockets of his dress pants. “That’s not what I said, darlin’. All I did was ask ya if you like what you see... That has nothin’ to do with me carin’ about your opinion.” He leans back against the wall, holding a beer bottle between his index finger and his thumb, letting it dangle at his side. “I’m sure there are more people between our two little businesses that are fuckin’ one another. As long as people are keepin’ their mouths shut. What’s the harm?” He asks as he brings the bottle up to his lips, taking a long sip of it. “You think highly of yourself, Dilara.” He mutters. “I was lookin’ for the fuckin’ bathroom, not you.”












