*---- closer to the edge.

[callisto love lockhart]

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[/i][/color]allisto lockhart, many stories flew behind the pretty smile she would flash at everyone. she wasnt the nice girl she acted like, her family wasnt as innocent as they appeared. sure, her mom was famous, so was her dad, they where living the life, but there was more behind her dads story, like the people he worked with..the people he worked for. her father wasnt a mafia member but he associated himself mainly with members of the mafia, now their family was in danger because of it. her father did nothing wrong, rather than the guy he signed on as his client, he just won a case. but mr.wimlock would now be locked up in prison forever leaving a son and a wife. so yeah the wimlocks and the lockharts were rivals. sure, this occurred almost seven years ago. thats the main reason they fled to new york, but they made their selves at home. thats all that mattered., right. no, wrong. callisto was so sure that this event that happened in the past wouldnt matter anymore. she was wrong, however, mr.wimlock's son was out here in new york and has been spying on her family since. when would he just make his move already? she was paranoid, many people didnt know this but doctors insisted on counseling for her. she had a reason to be paranoid, she felt like some one was always watching her. she needed to get rid of this guy, she needed to pull a few strings.

----c[/size][/i][/color]allisto was a student in new york, she was twenty years old, a journalist part time. she was making her way tot he fame, however. many people knew who she was, being a socialite. when people looked at callisto they saw a rich girl with a bright future and a cheery attitude. this rich girl was out to start trouble, the best part about it was no one knew about it. no one would ever know, so she thought. she didnt know why she was like this, she just enjoyed the feeling of power, the feeling of being in control . she felt secure with her fellow peers, they all respected her and all was good. except the person they respected wasnt who she really was, but did it really matter? hoping into her mini convertible she made her way into the traffic. she almost cursed herself for letting herself drive at this time at night. it was midnight and traffic wasnt good but it wasnt to great either. then again, in the city of new york, when was the traffic ever okay. she could take what she got.

----t[/size][/i][/color]he valet guy parked her car and she made her way inside the club dressed in this. she made her was to v.i.p where there where a group of guys waiting for her. "hello gentlemen." she said with a small smile, taking a seat. obviously she had called them to meet her here, they where her dads friends. sure, it was dangerous talking to these guys, but it was worth it, she wanted her family to be safe. one of the guys offered her a cigarette and she shook her head no, pretty girls like her didnt smoke." no thank you " she simply said as the guy asked her what he could do for her, she sat in her chair and looked at him, " whats the update about this mr.wimlock jr? have any of you guys been able to catch up with him lately? " they simply shook their heads, one of them mentioned he was impossible to track down, the other mentioned they where still trying. she shook her head and rolled er eyes, she was irritated, why couldnt they just deal with the guy already? "well, that doesnt make me very happy...i want him found, as soon as possible. what am i suppose to do, sit back and let him harm my family, my dad. he's a problem, and we need to solve that problem dont we guys?.." there was nothing else to talk about, " we'll have another one of these meetings later, shall we? " she said, getting up and walking away form the guys. pathetic, just pathetic she thought in her head walking away and making her way to the v.i.p bar table.

----s[/size][/i][/color]he ordered herself a dirty martini, the bartender didnt ask her for her idea, plus he added it was on the house. great, those where the words she loved to hear. taking a sip of her drink she let it travel down as she observed her surroundings. there was no reason to be here anymore, her night, or hall we say very early sunday morning wasnt going all that great.


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