Serena stops. She tilts her head. Her smile doesn't waver.
“It’s not personal, Marco,” she said, picking up his whiskey glass to wipe it clean. “It’s just that the deadliest poison doesn’t come in a vial.” Lethal Seduction
SOUND: Soft jazz from a hidden speaker. Ice clinking in a crystal glass. Serena stops
SERENA (30s, breathtaking, wearing a rain-soaked trench coat) smiles. A single drop of water trails down her cheek like a tear. ” she said
She slid the empty syringe into a hidden compartment in her garter. From her clutch, she pulled out a sleek phone and typed a single message: