"I don't do shit halfway, sweetheart. You step in my flames, you'll burn to ashes!"
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The Kings of the underworld are in a bit of a predicament; their rule over the city is challenged as an old enemy...
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Be selective in your battles, sometimes peace is better than being right. ~ Unknown _______________
Marcella was way to excited to be able to convey in words how she truly felt. The technology was top notch, the access she had to the web incredibly fast not to mention she always wanted her own space to concentrate on working. This place was like a small paradise for her. She couldn't ask for better spot as well. Her desk was near the window that overlooked the city.
"Wow," she breathed looking down the tinted window.
She was alone at the moment. Jimin had left for something urgent after he showed her her desk promising that he'd be right back. They had manage to settle the working hours. She'd have to go there two to three hours every day after work and she would work full time on weekends and of course if they needed anything else she was to be at their disposal, no matter the time of the day. He told her he would show her exactly what her job here would be but Marcella had her own plans. Suggesting them to Jimin wouldn't be easy let alone convincing him. She stared outside the tinted window admiring the view and trying to clear her troubled mind.
"Pretty amazing, isn't it?" She looked up to see to whom that cheerful voice belonged.
There stood a small girl who couldn't possibly be over twenty. She had fair skin, big almond eyes and the most perfect purple lips she had ever seen on a human being. Her hair was black with purple ombré, or she guessed it was that, they were tied up in two playful pigtails bums.
Her clothes were all black and none conventional, not a look you saw often in the office. Black jeans, ripped on the knees showing the fishnet tights she wore underneath, biker boots with purple colored shoelaces and a black bralette barely showing under the asymmetrical cotton jacket that was falling over one shoulder exposing her perfect creamy skin.
For two things was Marcella certain: one, this girl sure loved the color purple and two, she had one hell of a style.
"Sorry didn't mean to startle you," She chimed and Marcella wondered if she was some kid of fairy, her voice was too soft. "I'm Lexi."
"Marcella," she introduced herself.
"I know," the girl quickly responded. "We all do. We were curious who you might be since it's very unusual for us to get new recruits so fast and get immediately started."
"Oh really?" Marcella squinted her eyes as always trying to get more I formation. "What's the normal procedure?"
"Well, no one knows what the standard is since it's different for everyone, but we usually know weeks before a new recruit shows up."
Marcella hummed agreeably.
"Ha long have you been working here exactly?"
"A year and a half?" Lexi thought before replying, her voice annoyingly ethereal.
