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   “I need your help.” A SMILE BEFORE pressing a kiss to each cheek before sitting next to him, not opposite. Their conversation wasn’t meant for prying eyes or ears. NO ONE could know except those she trusted. And she most certainly trusted Lucifer enough to tell him this. Fingers press against her black dress, hugging her figure, hair curled behind her ear, blazer propped over her shoulders and bag in hand. She looked like a businesswoman and for the most part that was the reason why she was there. Eyes watch him and there’s a cruel smile on her face. She’s grown, changed since Lucifer met her. Things were DIFFERENT now, and she was going to make that permanent.Â
She didn’t usually bother looking immaculate not a hair out of place, but she wasn’t there for a quick fuck like she may have been. Things that Lucifer and others had been whispering into her ears.She’d listened, she’s heard. She WANTS it now. “But I think this is a conversation best had privately. You don’t need the help overhearing this, dear.”Â
