THE FACADE

CHAPTER 6

Author's Note:

Spotify song list for this chapter:

1. Le tigre- Deceptacon

2. Valerie Brussard- A little wicked

3. alt-J- Fitzpleasure

Warnings:
 cursing, manipulation, drinking

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Ivy's POV

The next day came by and I had another photoshoot to prepare with Ms Natasha Romanoff. After my usual morning routine of getting ready for the day, I was around 7 in the morning at The Stark Tower. Ms Romanoff put in the early hour for the photoshoot, which actually didn't mind it. I stopped by the common kitchen on my floor to get some coffee before the meeting. I walked in and past by a gorgeous redhead woman, who was leaning over the counter top with a mug in her hand, scrolling over her phone. I smiled at her politely and started looking through cupboards for a cup.

"Top left cupboard." The redhead said, still looking at her phone.

"Uh, thank you." I cleared my throat, feeling caught off guard.

I took out the cup from the cupboard and poured myself a cup of coffee. From the corner of my eye I saw that the woman straightened her posture and looked at me, checking me out boldly. At first it confused me a bit, but after a second it made me curious. I turned back to her and looked at her, slowly sipping my coffee. We even started a little staring completion, checking ourselves out. Both of us had a little smirk on our faces, giving each other long gazes. Finally I broke the silence.

"You like the view?" I grinned. "Take a picture, it'll last longer."

She smiled at me and extended her hand to me.

"Natasha Romanoff." I grabbed her hand and shook it lightly.

"I could have guessed that. No one at this early hour is usually here, at least this floor isn't and we have our photoshoot at 7, so..." I chuckled. "Ivy Jones."

"I know who you are." She smirked in a way like she knew more about me than my name. I tilted my head, raising my brow.

"And how exactly do you know, who am I?"

"I have my sources." She smiled and put her cup in the sink. "Shall we start the photoshoot? I do have some ideas I'd like to share it with you but I'm also open to your propositions."

"Sure, no problem." I walked out of the kitchen. I was wondering what exactly she meant she knew about me and where could she got any information on me. We walked into my office and I sat by my desk, while Natasha sat by the other side of it. I turned on my laptop and leaned back at my chair. I was still observing her, thinking about what kind of photos I would like to take of her. But the longer I looked at her, the harder it was to come up with something. For the first time I honestly had no idea what to do. She was distant, reserved, but at the same time she was giving a relaxed vibe. Scary but approachable vibes. It gave me mixed feelings. It was like she had her walls put up. Like a facade. And then when it hit me. It was like looking in the mirror.

"I know what you're thinking." She broke the silence.

"Oh do you? Can you read minds?" I smirked.

"No, but I'm a good observer. Like you. I saw your pictures recently and I understand why they chose you. You have a good eye to show the truth in people to the world, although, you, yourself are full of secrets and you keep your truth deep inside, protecting it from the whole world."