Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

Meeting 2

Brooklyn and yourself are healed from your injuries. It took less time than you expected, so you were thoroughly excited when Brooklyn was finally freed from the clutches of her casts.

Right now, you're arriving on time, and not any sooner, to a building in the middle of nowhere. You open Brooklyn's door for her, and she steps out. Her blonde hair is pulled up in a ponytail behind her head that you tied, sunglasses that hide her eyes, and a very casual set of clothes.

Brooklyn: Y/N, I swear I'll kick her ass.

You: Please don't.

Brooklyn: I'm telling you, she's going to piss me off, and I'm going to-

You: Then what? You'd have attacked the leader of the nation. There's no way out of that.

She leans towards you.

Brooklyn: I don't care.

You: I really don't want you going to jail for the rest of our lives, so, please...

You put your hand on the small of her back.

You: Just stay calm.

She growls.

You: Easy there, tiger.

Emma: Shall we head in?

You: Ready whenever you are.

She's your chaperone for the day. You had to drive an hour or so away to get here, and with what happened last time, you're not allowed to go anywhere far without Emma anymore.

The lack of any guards whatsoever makes you think that no one is here. Brooklyn feels the same; you can see her looking around, searching for them.

Brooklyn: She's not here.

You: Mhm.

Brooklyn: She's late.

You: Not surprised.

Brooklyn: She's really not helping herself.

You: Again, please don't do anything rash.

Brooklyn: I won't.

You can hear the unwillingness in her voice. She so badly wants to.

You enter the building, Emma in the lead. It's quiet.

Emma: I think the room is back there.

She points to a door on the right side of the room. It's not a massive building, but it's incredibly nice. The lobby area is polished, organized, and sorted neatly, the couches look ready to consume you, and the plants scattered around the room look like they're thriving.

Emma: If you two want to go ahead in. I'll see if I can find anyone.

You: You know we're the only ones here.

She nods her head.

Emma: Yeah, but I'll look anyway.

She walks away. You and Brooklyn start heading in the direction she pointed out.

Brooklyn: How long you think we're going to have to wait?

You: A few hours, I'd assume. She's probably still lounging around in her fancy, white house.

You open the door and let Brooklyn in first. It's a conference room. The giant table spanning the middle looks wildly expensive, and the chairs aren't half-bad either.

Brooklyn: What even is this building, and why is it here?

She sits down in one of the chairs and props her feet up on the table.