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could you lose so much in such a little time? Vaughn stopped her pacing and let out a roar of exasperation.
    “Is everything alright, ma’am?” someone asked.
    “Obviously not, you idiot,” Vaughn shouted.
    The man went white with fear. Everyone knew how much it cost to displease miss Vaughn. She was violent and unpredictable. The only thing they could foresee was her brutality. Someone had once asked for her first name. He hadn’t survived long enough to hear the answer. She’d argued that they didn’t need to know her forename as long as they knew her power.
    The people she despised the most were the police, or any representative of the law. Those men usually thought that wearing a uniform gave them power over other people. But Vaughn didn’t believe in those stupid patriarchal rules. She didn’t believe in any rule at all for that matter. If you wanted the power, you had to get it. She’d learned that when she was only a kid.
    Her father, Mister Vaughn, was a powerful gangster involved in all sorts of illegal traffic. He was the most respected man in New York. But it wasn’t a reverential respect; it was fueled with fear and hatred. Mister Vaughn had been killed by a cop. His daughter was only nineteen at the time. She was already a strong young woman who knew what she wanted. And that was revenge.
    From that day on, Vaughn had never stopped training to be stronger and more powerful. Most of her father’s men had transfered their loyalty from their boss to his daughter. And she had either killed the others or made them yield to her power through blackmail and threats.
    Vaughn thought that power could buy her anything. She commanded her minions with an iron hand. They treated her as a queen. And she loved it. She used them to get information about this and that, but when the crucial moment of her vengeance came, she handled it herself. Once that tall blue-eyed man found, she would kill him herself, just to make sure no one double-crossed her.
    “Don’t leave,” she yelled at the man who was discretely walking back to where he’d come from.
    “Yes, ma’am,” he said instantly.
    “I want to know everything there is to know about that tall man with blue eyes. Do you know who I’m talking about?” Vaughn asked in a cold and factual tone.
    “Yes, ma’am,” he nodded.
    “I don’t care by what means you get the information. Just get me what ask.” On these concluding remark, she waved her hand at him and he ran to the door.
    Eager to please their boss, a group of Vaughn’s men soon found the organizers of the auction sale. After some muscled conversation, they convinced Atwood to give them the list of the participants. They then tried to make him spit out the tall man’s name, but Atwood apparently didn’t know.
    “Most of these names are just aliases anyway,” he said to defend himself.
    “Then what alias is his?” asked Vaughn’s subordinate.
    “I don’t know,” Atwood repeated. “I wasn’t the only one who invited people to the auction sale,” he continued.
    “Who else?”
    “Douglas Bright, the guy who authenticated the art.”
    “Where can we find him?”
    “Police station,” Atwood said with a bitter laugh. “Well, what did you expect? Not everyone was lucky enough to run away.”
    “Yeah, why were there even cops there?” the other yelled angrily.
    “I don’t know,” Atwood kept whining. “Don’t blame everything on me just because I was holding the mic.”
    The other let go of his collar. Atwood fell heavily on the ground. He tried to complain when they snatched the list from his hands, but a gun pointed at his head made him change his mind.
    “Don’t follow us,” Vaughn’s guy warned. And they left.
    Atwood took his phone out. He quickly dialed the number with shaking hands.
    “Reese, is that you?” he asked with a trembling voice. “Listen, there’s someone looking for you… I don’t know… I think it’s that blondie, you know, the girl with a hundred