The water was calm, and the breeze was cold against the skin. Zyra sat in a cabin cruiser boat, the same type her parents had sat in the day they died. The driver sat by the wheel waiting for Zyra's order to go.
"Mrs Hale". George called out from a distance.
Zyra lifted her head to George's call. As she spotted him, a cold smirk crept on her face. She remained silent, waiting for him to get to the boat. She sat with her feet crossed as he stepped in.
"Nice choice of boat". He spoke, narrowing his eyes as he took a long look at the boat, a look of guilt slowly crept on his face.
"Remind you of something?". She asked with her eyes dark.
"What? No. Just an old story". He turned to her, smiling as he reached out his hand for a handshake. Zyra let him, and he placed a long kiss on the back of her palm while Zyra stared at him with a death glare in her eyes.
"My wife said you requested to see me by the water. How may I be of help to the most beautiful lady I know".
