Drake had been working for the company for more than three years now and in that time he had become one of their best agents for finding "targets" and retrieving them before training them and handing them over to be sold. He sat back in his chair, dressed up for the occasion. There was supposed to be a big party for celebrities, some A-list group who thought they were untouchable and wouldn't get caught or disappear like some B-list stars. Laughing, he got up and headed to his car, checking his trunk for all of the tools of his trade - ropes, gags, and chloroform. Getting into his car, he headed out from his house and into the city where the afterparty was being held.
Drake was able to slip into the party, conning many people into thinking he was someone important. His dark black hair and dark eyes always gave him an air of mystery. He chatted with stars and producers alike as he looked around for his next targets. Who would the company want now? It had to be someone really at the A-list, someone who would actually cause a spark once she was kidnapped and never seen again. That would strike panic into them and make them know that they were not safe.
He knew that they operated all around the world, some in shadows and some in plain sight of others. They were able to put themselves into top levels of government; who knew what position they held. But they were bringing these powerful women and taking them to become their slaves to show everyone they were truly in power.<|im_end|>
Miley couldn't believe who was all here. Some very important celebs. With this group, she might just get the big time push she was looking for. She walked about talking, then decided to go to the bathroom. As she did, she picked up a drink from a nearby waiter, then took it with her. If her father saw her, he would kill her. But who cared.
She sipped the drink, then decided to have some more fun. She pulled out the joint a friend had given her and began smoking it. She looked around, then noticed that Beyonce had come in. She tossed the joint into the toilet, then said, "Hey Beyonce. How's Jay-Z?"
Beyonce looked at her, then the john. "Why did you toss it? Wasting a perfectly good joint like that. Stupid girl."
Miley shrugged. Who knew that while they talked, there was a plot to gather them and others from the party. Miley, of course, had read where some B-list talent had come up missing, but who cared. They were nobodies. Nobody cared. About like Emily's career after Hannah. Who cared. The show was all about Miley anyway. For that matter, Beyonce should worry. Where was her career now?<|im_end|>