Immortal Beauty

Blackmailed Into Work

Pencil skirt? straight. High heels? High. Makeup? On fleek. White blouse? Sexy but professional. Checking myself in the elevator mirror is not the best idea but I don't have time.

Ding.

The doors slowly open to reveal my secretary in front of me. Holding the royal blue file close to her chest. I admit, she has style but not as much as me.

"Welcome miss, I escorted Mr. Strorm to your office."

Sometimes I wonder why I pay her... one of my favourite rules in this company is that every client is equally important. No client has ever been escorted into my office without me...

sighing I say,

"Next time, Alice, make sure to wait for me before letting anyone into my office."

Not waiting for her reply I start my towards the elegant double doors. Time to see who you are Mr. Strorm. A smile creeping onto my face. Now the doors in front of my face.
Taking one last breath,
I come in.
Just hold yourself, be composed. 

Then,my eyes find themselves being placed to the back of a head. The dark hair gelled back, sleek. From the back his posture is perfect and his wide shoulders are broad. He doesn't seem like a businessman. They are usually either very fat or quite skinny.... this one is more like a fitness model. I am looking at him too long, heh. What is his case with me?

"Welcome to S&R. I am the owner of this company and going to be the one helping your with your, case."

Making my way to my desk hearing my black high heels making clicking sounds with each step. My breathing is unsteady... I want to know what the case is! God, the time is ticking so slow.
Then I hear him
.
"Ms. Joy, I am aware of each and everyone of the statements said. Please hurry to seat yourself."

His head didn't even flinch and his voice cold and stern seemed to get the feeling of him being, agitated?
At what? I just scoffed. This man is more than a hundred years younger than me and he dares to show disrespect?!
Taking the last strides and sitting myself into the my leather seat and look up.
He is hot. Jesus please, this is the best gift. But still, his attitude is far from pleasant. I just give his my warming smile.
A case, and a hot businessman! His skin a little on the darker side contradicting his eyes. The eyes are the color of the tropic ocean when the sun hits the water, very mesmerizing.

"My lawyer died a few days ago"

He said more of just stating a fact. crossing his leg over the other he stares at me. His suit is a classic, black and white. His aura is different. I am not sure I want this case. Very strange for such a high business man to be acting in such matter and wearing a plain suit. But God, so hot.. wait. He said died? Is that the case itself or is he saying the reasoning of hiring me?

Clearing my throat,

"I am sorry for your loss but how might that be a part of the case? Are you informing me of the fact that me being your new lawyer can cause me to be in a fatal situation?"

I raise my brow. I don't like him, he is hot and all but gives of a snob feeling which is not pleasant, over my years of study. He is danger too, not only a snob.

"Huh?"
He just looked at me like and raised both eyebrows. What?

"Ms. Joy, I need you to be, somewhat of a spy. I have no need for a lawyer at this moment"

Well there goes my happiness... I am a lawyer! Not a sniffing dog that gets clues.

"Mr. Strorm, this is a law fir-" I start closing my eyes in frustration but get cutting off.

"I have heard of you miss Joy.
Many things have been said on your personna"

He says. Leaning across my desk towards me, eyes now narrowed. Slowly letting his words turn into whisper. Getting up and walking behind my chair he bends down spinning my seat around to face him.

" A very skillfull lawyer, who knows every single law anywhere. An adventurous woman, who isn't afraid of horrors and also-"
He waits and leans closer his breath tickling my ear.
"Immortal."

Shit.. utter Shit. How does he know?
My eye twitches involuntarily at the man while he just stares with his cold eye now looking more like ice blue.

"Mr. Strorm, I have no idea what you are talking about but please. If you have an actual case I would be glad to work on it but please, do refrain of such statements!"
My voice went higher than I wanted it to be. No one would even believe him even if he put it out... except.

"Boucher."
Oh no,
My eyes look up at his and stare in surprise..... that name....

"Miss, in the work field you are going to be set your, abilities are needed."

The only words he stated. A winning smirk on his lips.
He knows.
Boucher....
I can't run, if they find out I am.. dead? Nah, I am going to be tortured rather, since I can't die.

"Mr. Strorm, if you would be so kind as to tell me how you know?"

I stand up, crossing my hands and giving him a stern look.

"You will answer any questions tomorrow morning at my office. Please, miss Joy, don't be late."

He starts to walk away to the door. Taking out his phone he starts to type something down. Not taking one last glance he just walks away. Leaving his cold atmosphere behind.
He knows I can't refuse. If they find out I will have to hide for a long time.

Boucher, a French organization that hunts people like me.
Abnormal.

There are less and less of us now. I am the only one who is Immortal but others, are also unique. Control fire, breathe under water, turn into animals, talk to them, etc. Many of them died except for me. while I can't....
Tried many times!
One famous story in which I tried killing myself involved death by freezing. I can't get cold to the point of harm and I knew that. At the time when I was younger I didn't want to live so I traveled to North Atlantic Ocean and jumped off the ship.
That simple.

I turned into ice and slept, every part of my body did but. A week after, I was found by a ship. I wouldn't say found, more like crashed... the ice that covered my body split and the ship crashed.
The name of the ship was the famous, titanic.
The rescuers thought I was another survivor and got me onto the ship for burial. The ice melted on me and I just woke up....
I've tried many things, guns, bombs, poisons, radiation, you name it. The only thing is; even tho my body and soul will never die, I feel pain. It feels like either a punch of some sort or burn most of the time. So even though the Boucher can't kill me, they can a hundred percent torture me.
I will find a way to get out of this mess, in the worst case I just have to wait until Mr. Strorm dies of old age. Nothing will ever happen to me.