Her gaze so piercing it all but immobilized Carly, Keesha wanted nothing more than to reach out land a resounding backhand across her smug, stupid face. Instead, she allowed the power of her words to accomplish what she couldn't do in the presence of so many witnesses.

      "Go ahead. That's exactly what I expected of you, Carly. And as usual, you do not disappoint. You know if screwing up were an Olympic event, you'd take home the gold every time! But it's okay. I don't give a damn about what you plan to do. Burn this mother down for all I care. Starting it up again will be no big deal for me. Why? Because I've got the means, motivation, and most importantly, the mind to make it work. All you do is play pretend, Carly. At everything you do. You don't have an original bone in your trifling body. Much less an original thought in that big empty space you call a brain."

      As if suddenly imbued with a divine revelation, Keesha threw back her head and laughed. It was a deep, hearty, knowing laugh.

      "You know what I just realized you are, Carly? You are nothing. But a cheap, pale imitation." Giving an imperious toss of her head, her dark curly tresses bouncing atop her shoulders, Keesha linked her arm in Jax's.

      "Of the real thing."

      And with that, her head held high, Keesha Ward Jacks sauntered away looking every bit the queen she was…leaving a desolate and stunned Carly Corinthos in her wake.