His Queen

Ch.1:Strangers

I daze into the city lights. Sirens blaring. It currently is 3 am and my eyes sting but I force myself to stay awake. I reach for my water bottle that has my own mix of poison. One more swig and I'll be done.

"Miss Dawson? Miss Dawson?" Beverly snaps her fingers, "Ma'am? Um your 4 o'clock is here."

"Send 'er in." I waved my finger demandingly.

"Um.. m-ma'am?"

"What is it?" I snap. I shouldn't take this out on her, but I couldn't help it. I wasn't even facing her. I just stared out my office window. The city is so mysterious.

"I-its uh... hi-his name is John Delaney.  I'll let him right in." She was so timid. She won't want to be an assistant anymore after working for me. Maybe I gave her an anxiety disorder because she's only jumpy around me. I heard his nice slacks slap the floor as he walked into my office. I sighed, "Mr. Delaney. What a pleas-" I turned my chair to face him and I was completely taken away.

I couldn't help it my eyes were examining him. He look perfect. His face perfectly chiseled like it was sculpted by an artist. Green eyes made me high just looking into them. His hair perfectly messy and dark brown.

He chuckled, "A pleasure. Shall we?" His voice was deep it was music to my ears.

I laughed nervously, "Yes of course. Your agent and I talked briefly over the phone yesterday and we discussed the shipment options, demand, and the product appearance. The only matter that was not disclosed was-"

"The money. Ah of course. None of my workers are permitted to touch or even dicuss my profit. I know your product is very respected and even desired among the world and I don't want to seem disrespectful, but I am not 100% confident your product will be as successful as portrayed."

"You see, Sir, I do not negotiate lower than my asking price and if you do not comply then I guess you will have to deal with someone else. I will have you know that I'm about one of two professional dealers in the marijuana industry."

He smiled and his perfect teeth sparkled so vibrantly, "Now that's the type of woman I like to deal with." He snapped his fingers and in came two gigantic men with a briefcase in each hand. They set them down, "It was a pleasure." He held his and out and we shook hands when suddenly he grabbed me and pinned me to the table with my arm  behind my back.

"BEVERLY!" I shouted, kicked and struggled to get put of his grip.

"Now... I want half price. Unless you wanna throw in some of that special cocoa..." He was psychotic. His breathe was a toxic mix of alcohol and drugs.

"I don't sell cocaine! Are you crazy?!"

He let go." Well let's see what my partner has to say about that..."

That's when he came in. Green hair and a crazy wicked smile. What have I gotten myself into?