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The ring of the doorbell echoes through the house, followed by the clicking of Alerion’s heels down the hallway. She has to admit she’s thankful her husband is out of the house giving her time to enjoy her own solitude until the interviewer comes along. Jared couldn’t have cared less that she was being interviewed for a magazine about women in power, as far as he was concerned she was below him as his wife.  Carefully she opens the door, peeking around and a smile graces her lips as she steps to the side and welcomes the young woman. This was her moment and Alerion wanted to revel in it for as long as she could. “Hello, you must be Ms. Avery.” The blonde steps aside to allow her entry.  “Please, come in. Thank you for taking the time out to come here. I hope it wasn’t too long a trip for you.” Alerion remains polite, British accent soft.

Alerion is beyond pissed at the thought of having competition, she craved having control and the hold she had over the city and its underground was a tight one. She’s never been one to be outdone as rumours spread around the city about the ‘Baroness of Blow’ to the point of irritation where the blonde finds herself not only losing sleep but slowly losing clientele.  Despite her connections, she finds herself coming up empty with any information about her fellow competitor and instead heads towards her club to keep her mind off things. The blonde heads to her private booth at the back, nursing a glass of wine with her slightly bruised ego.