C44 Her greatest trumph card

Monique trembled as she crawled backwards.''Please let her go...Clinton will never forgive you if you do this!" Monique choked out, grasping at the last straw of reason.

A flicker of something akin to amusement flickered across Constance's face.

"Oh, honey," Constance drawled, her voice dripping with cruel amusement, "he won't mind a bit if he knows Sahara isn't his