Re: The City: Sasha, Jude, Oliver
To be fair, Oliver was right about the pretension that accompanied being part of the lowly rabble that felt they were better than soulless corporate chairmen or kept wives whose only joy in life was the merlot that dulled their empty existence. Yes, Sasha was pretentious, but she was pretentious in the right ways. Since she was never wrong. Or always right? Whichever. It didn't matter in the end. There was no animosity towards Oliver on Sasha's end, and he certainly didn't look as boring as he'd like to make himself out to be on the forum. His smiling was contagious, and her own grin widened at his question, "Who doesn't?"
Sasha didn't mind the detour through the garden. Her eyes had turned to windows of the house, checking quite without reason for the telltale signs of security systems. She was a grifter and a thief, casing a place was simply second nature. There was no cash in a place like this. This was the sort of home that held information. Mingling bodies that sipped their champagne all held their little secrets which they never failed to share with other absurdly rich people. It was a very good place for someone like her to find an appropriate target.
Sasha pulled herself tighter to Jude slightly, her fingers pressing deeper into his arm without thinking, as she steeled herself for what lay beyond those beckoning french doors.