“…go.” Whispered through sad, quaking lips.
“Go.” Growled out angrily behind gritted teeth.
“GO!” Screamed painful red eyes gazing into his own.
Emotion masked the lie behind that word, now it was too late.
Her former boss may have lost the duel but those scrabbling vermin wouldn’t rob his fancy boots; they’d now pass to her.
She thought somberly, “To the victor goes the spoils”