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Arrival

A/N: Consider listening to the song whilst reading to this part: for me it adds something to the writing :) Hope your enjoying it so far! Also to add, I'm British, so if you are from across the pond in America, I'll be using terms like 'lift' which is your elevator e.c.t :)

"Hit, Hit, Hit"

No bets on the table, he could let this one game go.

"Sir, she's on her way"

He didn't need to be told twice. He strode on out of the colorfully lit room into a more warmly lighted hallway, in which he didn't stop to say hello to anyone. He made his way down the slim corridor, until he reached the lift, where golden patterns shinned as the sun began to sink over the horizon. The lift was then descending down, plummeting to the ground, taking the man by surprise, as it took a while for it to respond. He emerged from the lift, and began to walk across the grand lobby, which was unusually quiet today. He continued to walk until he reached the doors, which were kindly opened by the worker. He didn't stop to thank him; however, needing to get to the edge of the path, when a matte black McLaren came around the corner, stopping at the man's feet. 

The winged door lifted to reveal a mysterious figure. The person had appeared relatively short, although the figure was heightened by the heels that the women wore on her feet. Her long lace noir dress dangled around her ankles,  and her legs seemed endless in the style. She had rather long arms, in which she held a clutch in her right hand, and her left was spruced up with jewellery: bracelets gleamed into the setting crimson sun, and her glowing mocha skin bought out the silver in her accessories. She still kept her sunglasses on, so it was hard to tell what her face looked like; however, what you could see was her bold red lips, much like her personality: exciting yet dangerous. Finally her lips parted to speak.

"Mr Norris, a pleasure.", she spoke, as a cheeky grin grew on her face.