“Do you think Rose and Beatrice will accompany each other?” Charlotte asked as she ate in the kitchen.
“Possibly.”
“Beatrice was surprised to see the necklace.”
I smiled because that was one of my goals. Beatrice was a loyal woman, and she was also a highly sought after submissive. I never played with her for two valid reasons: I was never interested in her and my mother saw her as another daughter. She could be helpful in helping me spread the word.
Behind the mask of her submissive persona, she attended to everyone in the club.
She knew the big shots and her interpersonal relationships were the best, to the point of being the doctor to the wives or wives of high-ranking politicians both inside and outside the law. It was a win-win, so I was confident that word would spread that she
