... ret·ri·bu·tion
/ˌretrəˈbyo͞oSH(ə)n/
noun
punishment inflicted on someone as vengeance for a wrong or criminal act.
Annette is a 21 year old with anger issues and a heartbreaking background.
She's a mystery.
No one knows where she came from or...
"I don't have a short temper, I have a quick reaction to bullshit."
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Yvonne and I are currently heading to the conference room to discuss business with the Italian mafia. Both our faces are bored and expressionless. Yvonne opens the door and walks in, me following behind.
"Well hello ladies and gentlemen." Yvonne said grinning, breaking her composure. I glared at her and she giggled before sitting in a chair. I glanced at all of the people in room. Four boys and one girl, who if I remember correctly is named Amara.
Then there's playboy, or Adonis, same thing. There two other men, names unknown, and sitting at the end of the table is Ziel. I take my seat at the other end, across from him.
"How are you late to your own meeting?" Playboy asked and my head slowly turned to him. "It's eight a.m." I said. "Exactly, the meeting started at seven forty-five."
"No. I said the meeting starts at eight. Imano said the meeting starts at seven forty-five. You were early." I said.
"Yea, but-"
"Who are you?" I asked the two unknown men who were sitting on each side of Ziel. "Christan Tiégo." One of them said and I turned my head to the other. "And you?"
"Leum Tiégo." He said. Makes since. They both had light blue eyes, and the same hair color. One with long blond hair in a man bun and the other one with a middle part, like playboy. I liked the man bun better, it was actually quite attractive.
I scanned him, nonchalantly checking him out before humming. I looked at Yvonne to see a big ass grin on her face, and her foot on the table.
"Get your foot of the table." I said. She sat up straight in her seat that was next to mine. "You like the man bun too, huh?" She said to which I nodded, causing Leum to smirk.
"Okay now, why do you want us to work with you?" I said looking Ziel in the face for the first time today. His grey eyes were burning into my light hazel ones.
"I find your skill set quite useful." He said.
"Okay. Let me be more clear. What are you planing on using our 'skill set' for, Imano? Who are you going after, Imano?" I asked leaning my forearm's on the table, intertwining my fingers.
"The Russians." He plainly stated, making me lean back in my seat. I looked at Yvonne who was already looking at me. "For what?" I asked.
"He has something of mine, I want it back." It would be easier to take the Russians down with the Italians help. Definitely since we have a common enemy. The enemy of my enemy is my friend, am I right?
"So you want an alliance? You want us to help you take down the Russians. And then what?" I asked. It sounds too easy, too simple, too fair. It doesn't sound realistic.
"I want an alliance, that's all. Afterwards we'd still be alliances meaning you can't come after me, and me after you. If one of us are in some shit, we'll help one another. Like alliances do. That's all I asked, nothing more, nothing less."
I'll give it to him, his argument is hard to resist. Not to mention the fact that if I don't agree Yvonne would never let me hear the end of it.
I can feel her stare on the side of my face and it's honestly getting annoying. "Okay, we'll make and alliance with you, but I won't hesitate to kill your whole mafia if you cross us, or if playboy over there touches what's mine, understood?" I said referring to Yvonne as 'mine', causing her to glare at me. I would've laughed if I wasn't in business mode right now.
He nodded and got up walking towards me. I stood up from my seat and he extended his hand for me to shake. I did just that and he pulled me towards him. "I don't take threats well, Anette." He said my name rolling out of his mouth with his Italian accent.
"Nice to know." I said, and walked out of the conference room.
bâtard stupide et vaniteux.
(Stupid, conceited bastard.)
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This was just a quick chapter.
Nothing to crazy, just business.
I'm really sleepy so this chapter was kind of lazy so I'll edit it when I wake up!
Yeaaaahhh
It's 12:01 pm and I woke up three hours ago but I'm still sleepy and I have a presentation to do tomorrow (Monday) for school so wish me luck because I hate public speaking.
Not to mention the fact that I didn't even start the project. Which I was supposed to a week ago.
Fuck, high school!
And fuck corona because it messed up my perfect A, B honor roll and made me fail last year.
