The Exchangers (On Hold)

The Proposal

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(Whitney⬆)

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Still Veronica-

I open the old splintered door and walk inside, shutting the door behind me. I guess now is the time to be ready to face what I've been avoiding for quitte some time.

The office is dark and gray. Wood shutters painted blank. The only light in the room is the weak flickering single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling and the rays of light that escape through the cracks in the shutters. The walls are gray, it's old paint chipping off. Rusty brown stains here and there on the walls from most likely blood. The only thing in this room that is remotely okay is the desk. Oak wood and polished, worn but still in incredible condition.

In the desk chair sits a beautiful women, a cool smile rests on her lips and slender hands intertwined together in her lap. Skin smooth and rich, dark but creamy. Everything about this women screams perfection. She radiates power.

I gulp.

"Hello Veronica. I've been waiting for you." She says calmly.

Behold Whitney Alcon. Smart, rich, and beautiful; deadly combintaion. Being one of the most powerful people in world, she is quite intimidating. Her flawless dark skin oozes power and beauty. There's a certain fire in her eyes that just makes you want to surrender your will to her.

I run my finger along the chair in front of the desk she's in, trying to maintain my persona cool and collected.

You can handle her, Veronica.

"Yeah sorry about that. You see I was a little busy training the new student," I stop my hands abruptly and look up at her," the new student that you just happened to assign me to."

I took a pause just to examine her face.

She was smiling/smirking. There was no reading this woman.

"Why did you assign me to him? Kurayami or Ethan or even Andrew could've done it. You know how busy I am yet you chose me, why?" I ask curiously. 

Everything Whitney does she does it with a purpose. I just want to know what her purpose is. I can't help myself. When I know there's information I could have but I don't, it just eats me.

"All good things come to those who wait, Veronica." She says like she's some 90 year old man smoking a pipe giving his grandchild a life lesson for later.

"Oh yeah of course. Unless you know, I just happen to die first." I say frustrated with her answer.

She rolls her eyes.

"Anyways that's not why I came. I have a proposal to make." She puts her intertwined hands on to the desk leaning her body forward giving a me look that shows she means business.

"What kind of proposal?" I sit down in the chair in front of the desk. She never ceases to intrigue me.

"I'd like to offer you partnership with my company."