Dance of Affliction (GxG)

Twisted Reunion

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Am I fucking missing something here?!

As I release a puff of smoke, it envelops me, and I casually flick my cigarette on the ashtray's small rim. It's frustrating that Sparky has been gone for a few days. Not being able to locate her is really getting on my nerves, it's like I've failed. I hate failure.

"Fuck." I sigh, my tone laced with agitation.

What am I missing, what detail am I not seeing?

I find myself completely captivated by the screen in my study, which showcases Sparky's apartment. As soon as Bethany bursts through the door, my focus is immediately drawn to her, clutching a stack of documents.

"Found anything?" I inquire, my voice hushed and ominous. I have zero tolerance for errors right now. Bethany shoots me a quick glance before her eyes dart back down to the documents. 

"I'm giving it my all, boss."

I release a deep sigh. "But?"

"Apart from the details about her and her current locations in Neon Mortis, The Pink Rose or her apartment, we have absolutely no knowledge about her possible whereabouts." Bethany informs and at this point I genuinely feel like slitting my throat so I'm done with this bullshit.

"Any contacts?"

"There are two contacts that might know any information about her disappearance." Bethany approaches me, and discreetly slips a sticky note into my hand. As I unfold it, two names catch my attention. However, it's the mention of one name in particular that sends a mischievous smile creeping across my face.

"Now look at that," I emphasize every word before I flash a wide smile and make my way towards the window. The glow from the streetlights below casts a mesmerizing light on my silhouette. "I think it's time for a reunion."

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In the evening, I head over to one of the many businesses I own. Upon entering, I ask the secretary to let the person I'm meeting know that I've arrived. As she leads me up to the second floor, I can't resist stealing a quick look at her outfit. She's wearing a sleek black pencil skirt paired with a crisp white work shirt and stylish heels, with her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders. The sound of doors opening makes me glance back up.

The secretary announces, "Ma'am, your appointment for eight o'clock has arrived." Just as the words leave her mouth, the other person in the room interjects.

"Thank you Brianna, you may go." With a gentle yet authoritative tone, the voice dismisses her, allowing her to depart. As the secretary retreats, the doors gracefully shut behind me.

"What a delightful surprise this is, isn't it," I say with a calm yet amused tone. "Miss Beaufort."

As my gaze locks with a pair of piercing honey brown eyes, I can feel an intense wave of hostility course through my veins, igniting every fiber of my being.

"What do you want Fedorov." Kirsi stands up from behind her desk and leans on the flat wooden surface of it. Her dark skin is beautifully complemented by the sleek white suit she wears, her black hair styled in a chic bobcut. Silver rings adorn her hands, while silver earrings sparkle from her ears.

I smirk while I sit myself down in one of her seats across her desk. "Now, am I sensing some hostility here Beaufort?" I speak with an air of sarcasm and amusement.

"You know damn well we are anything but friends Olivier." Kirsi returns the same energy towards me making a little scoff escape my lips.

"I see you still call me by my middle name."