Chapter 308: The planning
Margaret leaned back in her chair, the flickering candlelight casting long, eerie shadows on the walls of the room. The air was thick with the scent of incense, but even that couldn’t mask the bitterness that lingered in her heart. Dominic sat across from her, his eyes gleaming with a dark intensity as they began to discuss the next steps in their twisted plan.
"We can’t rush into this," Dominic began, his voice measured and cold. "If we’re going to take her down, we have to be smart about it. We need a plan that’s foolproof, one that will leave no trace back to us."
Margaret nodded, her mind racing with possibilities. She had waited so long for this moment, for the chance to finally rid herself of Abigail. But Dominic was right—they needed to be careful, methodical. Abigail wasn’t someone they could just kill in a fit of rage; it had to be planned, precise, and above all, untraceable.
"We could poison her," Margaret suggested, her voice low and contemplative. "Something slow-acting, something that would take time to kill her. It would look natural, like an illness."
Dominic considered this, his fingers drumming against the armrest of his chair. "Poison is tricky," he said after a moment. "It’s too easy to detect, especially with the kind of resources she has. And if they find out it was poison, they’ll start looking for who had access to her food, her drink. It’s too risky."
Margaret frowned, frustrated by the complexity of it all. "Then what do you suggest? We can’t just walk up to her and put a bullet in her head. That would be suicide."
"No, we need something cleaner, something that can’t be traced back to us," Dominic agreed. He paused, his eyes narrowing as a new idea began to form in his mind. "What if we make it look like an accident? Something that no one would question—like a car crash, or a fall down the stairs. Something that would be tragic, but not suspicious."
Margaret’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. "A car crash," she repeated, nodding slowly. "That could work. We could tamper with the brakes, make it look like a mechanical failure. But we’d need to make sure it happens in a place where there won’t be any witnesses, no security cameras."
Dominic smiled, a dark and twisted expression that sent a shiver down Margaret’s spine. "Exactly. We control the circumstances, and we control the narrative. But there’s another angle we need to consider—Abigail isn’t the only one we need to destroy."