Confident

Get me my money

"Jessica," Harold said as he opened my door, "Natasha is here with Steve and he's ready to offer his statement."

My eyes flicked up to him, and he backed away slightly, "I'm in the middle of something can she wait 5 minutes?" I watched his thin, silver hair flop around as he nodded and ran off.

A few minutes went by and I stood from my desk, straightened out my pantsuit, and strolled through the hallway until I stopped in front of the conference door. I ran my fingers through my dark hair, opening the door and eyeing my partners with a cold stare.

"What the fuck took you so long bitch?" Natasha asked, giving me a joyful smile as she hopped out of her chair. Her short, but very curvy figure ran over to me, her red hair much darker than the last time I saw her. I couldn't be able to do this job without her. She was my number two, my right hand woman.

"I had more important things to do," I smiled.

Really I was just playing solitaire, but I don't like being on time, makes me look like a suck up. Instead, I do whatever the fuck I want because I'm the one who runs this show.

"Well I hope they're actually important because we have a very important meeting on the 15th. Jessie, it's August 14. The meeting is tomorrow," she said as her emerald green eyes stared at me. She knew I hadn't started anything, "and I know you want to wing it but I know damn well they won't take you seriously. Steve works with one of the bosses."

"I do," Steve replied, and her eyes faced toward the buff man sitting in what he made look like a small chair. His ocean blue eyes looked up from the table, and he ran his fingers through his sandy blond hair. I didn't find him that attractive, and I wondered why Nat went for him, but it's not my problem. "You're meeting the second in command. Sam Wilson. James won't meet you unless Sam gives a good report, so you better be on your best behavior-."

"I'm always on my best behavior," I frowned as I rolled my eyes, "this slut on the other hand..." and Nat slapped my arm with a smile.

"Don't shoot any of his guards this time. I know what happened in the conference room in February with Scott," she said with an annoyed frown, "I don't need you messing this up. If you mess this up it messes it up for me. I got Steve to put in a good word for you."

"He only did it cause you're the girlfriend. Don't pull the 'I did this for you and worked my ass off' card because he's your fucking boyfriend Nat. I've got this covered," I said confidently, "you don't have to worry. Sam will think we're the perfect cartel to pair with. He's the one trying to get us to be partners with them anyway, so I'm the one in control."

"That's what they make you think, but they're smart Jessica," Steve explained, "they'll manipulate you without you knowing, you need to be careful. James isn't one for someone trying to play him."

"Is anyone okay with that? No. Your words don't scare me," I said with a cold stare, "I have many partners, and I know James has many of the same partners in the USA, but him threatening to turn them against me won't be anything. You know why? Cause I have every cartel from Russia, every cartel from Mexico, and every cartel from Spain under my belt. Let alone the ones I have from Ukraine, China, Zimbabwe, and Venezuela. I have nothing to worry about."

"Do you?" Nat asked, and I gave her a confused look.

"What the fuck are you alluding to Nat? You know I hate this rhetorical question bullshit," I frowned, crossing my arms across my chest.

She let out a deep exhale, placing her hand on my shoulder and giving looking at me sympathetically, "these guys, James and Sam, they're the mafia cartel right under you. I don't think this will be like Gamora's, or even Clint's. I've seen them in action. They're not ones to mess with, and lately, people think you're foolish."