"I'm not dressing you up like a doll, by the way," Nova said casually. Emily couldn't stop the snort that escaped from her. Nova continued, "I am giving you a context in which to find your own look, dear. How we dress is the first, and sometimes only, opportunity we have to impress our quality on others."

"Well people shouldn't judge people based on what clothes they wear," Emily snapped.

"Does that apply to you as well, dear?" Nova asked smoothly.

Emily jerked her head back as if she'd been slapped in the face, "What do you mean? I've never judged anyone because of their clothes."

"Yet you have done nothing but judge me since the moment you set eyes on me," Nova turned towards Emily and looked calmly into the vampire's eyes. "I am everything you hate, well dressed, well spoken, calm, and I don't let anything get to me, at least on the surface. You hate everything about me. And that gives me power over you, and you despise anyone that has power over you."

Emily stared wide eyed at the woman. Who in the hell did she think she was? She could dominate this cunt in a moment if she wanted. Emily laughed harshly. She wished it had sounded less strained than it did. She couldn't do anything to this woman, Kenneth would know, and then she would be dead. Nova wouldn't be under Kenneth's protection for long though. Oh, this woman was going to pay, someday she would pay dearly.

"The way people above your class in life behave is something that can be learned and emulated," Nova continued with an even stare, gazing into the vampire's eyes as if daring Emily to dominate her. "What you have to understand is that clothes and fashion are the first gate you have to pass through to gain access into the arena of those above you. There are many gates that you must pass through, but the first door is a starting place."

Nova faced forward calmly. She sat with statuesque serenity as she gazed forward, "That's why I say that you burning your new clothes is a shame." Nova didn't speak again.

Emily sat in barely controlled rage. Who the hell did Nova think she was? Lecturing to her about class and appearances and all that crap?! Who was she to question her? She didn't know what she had been through, what she had done, and how she had fought just to survive! This silver spoon fed bitch had never known the kind of pain that she had endured.

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And yet she just sat there. Emily could kill her in an instant, make her a slave, erase her mind and personality forever. And yet Nova sat there as if she was the most powerful woman in the world. Emily hated her. She hated her with every fiber of her being. She ground her teeth in rage and stared hard, trying to burn a hole into the seat in front of her as Michael drove them back to the Dukart tower.

* * * * *

Silvia smiled next to Seth. He was driving his full-sized truck through the city. Her wavy brown hair blew around her face from the open window. She had gotten through to him the last time he had tried to dominate her. He was finally taking her to the shipping and receiving warehouse. She hoped that this had all been worth it. Once her dear 'master' got her to a computer terminal she would be able to upload the trojan horse Sofia had given to her in the thumb drive that was in her pocket, and Sofia could get whatever information there was to be had from the House Dukart system itself.

This mission had gone on way too long anyway. She would enjoy beating the crap out of Seth and taking out all of his, "call me, Master," "You're my sexy slave girl," "I'm always in charge," bullshit and use her foot to shove all that crap a foot deep up his ass.

The truck pulled up to a gate and stopped. A guy walked up to the driver's side of the truck, "Hey Seth, I didn't think you were working tonight?"

The blond smiled and shook his head, "No, not working tonight, well," he glanced pointedly at Silvia who smiled coyly and leaned up against Seth's arm.

"Oh, shit man, come on?!" The guard said exasperatedly, "You know that's against the rules man, come on? Does she have a pass at least?"

"Dude, chill, alright?" Seth said with a smile, "I got this bitch chained, know what I mean?" He tilted his head in a knowing gesture.

The guard shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck, "Aw man, I don't know man, I could lose this job man, I could get killed. Oh man, oh man...shit! Shit shit shit!"

"Dude, come on, Have I ever fucked you over? Have I ever done you wrong? Come on man. Just do this one thing, just let us in ok?" Seth responded. He had an easy smile on his face but Silvia had spent enough time around Seth to know that he was getting aggravated. That was good for her, it would make this a lot easier.

The guard stood there, "Ok fine. Just do me a favor? Don't fuck anything up in there and keep her with you, at all fucking times man, I'm not being funny. Say it."

Seth rolled his eyes, "Oh for fucks sake man…"

"Do it! Tell me you'll keep her with you at all fucking times, you'll take this bitch into the bathroom with you, you hear me?" The guard looked hard at Seth, "Fucking say it man, I'm serious."

Seth laughed; it was a hollow laugh with no mirth. Silvia knew that Seth was trying to make it sound genuine. Was Seth nervous about bringing her here? That piqued her interest as well. That meant that chances were, either these two were complete idiots, or there was something to be found here. Maybe the last few weeks with this male blond bimbo, prostrating herself in front of him wouldn't have been a complete waste of time after all.

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