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|Iris Mason|
-The Caterpillar-
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"I'm a bad woman to keep. Make me mad, I'm not here to please."
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Iris could feel the clarity wash over her as Mordecai kissed her, her hands briefly wrapping around his shoulders in order to support herself before he was suddenly pulling away much too soon. She was rendered speechless as Mordecai promised that he would not adhere to Rosaline, feeling a distant euphoria as he kissed the top of her head before exiting the car. She watched him make his retreat before she felt a smile spread across her face, still being able to taste the essence of what Mordecai was the last time they kissed. The feeling only lasted for a second before Iris fiddled inside of her coat pocket and pulled out the phone, opening up her inbox before frowning at the message which seemed to be mocking her. She locked the screen and startled as the passenger seat door opened, wondering if Mordecai had somehow changed his mind and had decided the meeting wasn't worth it.
"I must say that was quic--"
It was not Mordecai, far from it in face. The extravagantly dressed man sat upon the seat as if he owned it, gently closing the door behind him before pale blue eyes fixated on her and a smirk slid across the psychologist's face. "I found waiting to be a bit of bore so I decided that it would be best to cut our appointment briefly and meet Mr. Lester upon his return." Iris had lost what little of her hope remained as she stared dazedly at Miles Jackson, resisting the primal urge to reach over and wipe the smirk off of his face before feigning some form of civility.
"It would have been better for you to have waited, then." A flash of anger made itself known on the man's mousy features before it disappeared altogether, Iris swore inwardly as the man settled back on the seat and laughed quietly. He irked her to no extent but he had connections and Mordecai's criminal record wasn't exactly spotless, Miles would certainly use this to his advantage and Iris would slice his throat should something unwanted happen. "I'm sure I could've however it was dull and do you know what I saw that was so intriguing on my way here?" The woman could feel her insides churning as a unnerving smile was directed towards here before she shook her head, her hand beginning to shake as if some part buried within her knew what was going to be said and had acknowledged that it wouldn't be pleasant. Miles seemed to notice the quiver in her hand and placed his upon it, it was intended to be a companionable gesture but Iris knew it was just a way to get under her skin even more.
"I saw none other than Ms. Iris exchanging formalities of the more intimate nature with the man she had been intent on incriminating. I suppose his charm must be quite convincing seeing as he's got you wrapped around his finger and bending to his every whim, I must admit that I had expected better and I'm sure your mother raised you better than that." It was a statement that was meant to harm and mangle Iris, it seemed to have its effect and Iris knew that it would take all of her willpower to not throw the man out of his car. Instead of answering, she switched on the radio once more and allowed it to drown out the sounds of Miles before making herself as comfortable as she could in her seat. If they were going to play this game, Iris was intent on winning.