The noble clans gathered in the dimly lit room, smiles spreading as they received the good news.
"The Administrators are dead, and our man tampered with Grace's car," the leader said, bursting into gleeful laughter.
"I didn't expect the plan to work so well. It's just a matter of time for the population to reduce, and that's when we come in." The leader continued with a confident gleam in his eyes.
The rest nodded, their expressions filling with anticipation. Now all the heads of Administrators and Grace are dead, they can control the lower personnel and deal with the unrest.
"After two weeks, we'll take over and restore order," the leader announced, signalling the end of the meeting.
They got up in groups of twos and threes, discussing among each other with wide grins or loud boasts of their success this time.
They had no idea how gravely they'd erred. Their celebration would turn to horror, for it was always easier to invite the devil than to cast him out.
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