THE ESCORT

THREE | AN ATTRACTIVE OFFER

"Come on in," A deep feminine voice called out from behind the deep mahogany door, and Elodie did as she was asked.

Cold air from an unseen Air-con enveloped her immediately she crossed the threshold and shut the door behind her.

The office was way too big for one person. And just like every room in this building, it had a large floor-to-ceiling window, and a dark wood desk that could sit six people sat in front of it. An L-shaped couch and a round coffee table occupied the west side of the room. Then, everything else was a dark blue—ceiling, floors, and walls with the exception of the wall by the door, where a neat row of abstract hung, seven of them to be exact arranged in a square. They were nothing if separated, but together it was exquisite.

Behind the desk sat a woman that spearheaded the whole operations of the Agency. Simply known as Boss, she's tall, dark, and beautiful. Her dark copper hair was twisted into a chignon at her nape, showing off her graceful neck which was adorned with a thin silver chain with a dark stone pendant. She was dressed in a deep pink camisole that complimented the deep melanin of her skin, making her glow. A pair of tear drop earrings dangled from her ears. Boss looked almost like one of those people who belonged in a bank, working as the manager, of course, but the tattoo snaking up her left bicep said otherwise. Beneath all that polish was a woman who wasn't afraid to fight dirty.

Boss didn't take nonsense from either her clients or Angels. And anyone would think twice about double crossing her, because she always knew, and the consequences were always dire.

"Angel E," Boss said, not looking up from her PC. "Would you like to sit?" She waved toward the sofa.

It wasn't a question so as much as a request. She was expected to sit.

Elodie walked over to the sofa to sit, taking care not to wrinkle her outfit, and waited for the other woman. While waiting, she gave another look around. There was no personal belongings in sight, not even a picture. The space felt cold, clean and almost clinical. She'd been to this place just once, and that was the day she'd met Boss for the second time, so she exactly hadn't been in the right frame of mind to do a little gazing.

Boss finally got up from behind her desk, and walked over to sink gracefully into one of the blue chairs across from her.

"How have you been, Angel E?" She asked, dark eyes cool, giving nothing away. Meanwhile, Elodie's heart felt as though it'll spill through her lips any moment now.

"Good." She pressed her fingers against the clothes of her bag. "And you?"

Her gaze remained a blank canvas. "I've been better."

"Oh." Because what was there to say?

"How have the clients been with you?"

Elodie's eyes flared momentarily in surprise. Boss wasn't one to call an Angel into her office to ask about a client, that was what the work phone was for. If any problem arose, they had the Agency number on speedial  and help was sent instantly. It was one of the many reasons why they had minimal contact with Boss.

"They've been great," she replied, swallowing. "D-did anyone complain about me?"

Boss titled her head slightly, lips transitioning into a moue. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"No. No," she rushed to assure her, cursing her inability to filter her words carefully. "I am just surprised that you asked to see me."

Boss regarded her for a few minutes in silence, and it took all Elodie had not to squirm, fearing that she might appear guilty if she did. Then, the other woman nodded, seemingly satisfied.