The Saviors (WILL NOT CONTINUE)

Chapter 7. Clear Olive Skin

Regina's POV:

There he was. I took a deep breath and took it all in. His tall stick-like figure loomed over in his charcoal leather chair. One that matched his jacket like Mom's matching Christmas sweaters. His shoulders were delicately resting on his knees, leaning forward.
" Regina, is it?" He asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
" Yep." I replied, no questions asked. I thought that it would be better to be easy and get this over with in order to proceed with the plan.
" Why, are you here? You couldn't have survived on your own for so long considering your, current state." I bubbled in anger, it seeped through every pore and vaporized. Considering your current state, what is that supposed to mean! My face threatened to expose the vexed feeling I was currently experiencing. But, somehow, I continued with the mask that had been concealing my actual identity from Simon, and now Negan.
" Well, about a week or two ago my group got overrun and lost alll of our supplies. I hoped that by following Simon's car that he'd be able to lead me to a group that could possibly take care of me." He stared at me, questioning each word. He seemed like he was someone who could read people. Hopefully only most people. He let out a small " Huh," before standing up, sauntering over to his bar, and pouring a glass of whiskey.
            " You drink?" He asked. I was confused at how quickly he just ignored everything I had just said. All the information given. Didn't he care at all?!
             " Nothing that strong, mostly just wine and champagne. But I'll have some if you insist." Lies just flew out of my mouth. 1. I drink some hardcore liquor. 2. I never let ANYONE decide my decisions for me. Especially not someone like Negan.
              " Ok then. Come on and join me for a good ol' glass of Jack Daniel's," he said motioning for me to come over. I shrugged my shoulders before waltzing over to grasp the glass of whiskey. I was interrupted by a blonde haired, burnt faced man bursting through the doors. "The hell Dwight!?" Negan exclaimed.
              " I'll explain later, I just need that whiskey," He said, his hand snaking its wat to the bottle before Negan interrupted,
               " Wait a second Dwighty boy, who the holy hell Is that whiskey for," Negan asked, his eyebrows furrowing in question.
               " That red-head girl, the one that just came in from the line-up," Dwight responded. Without another word Dwight rushed away and Negan grabbed Lucille from the floor.
               " Sorry to leave you hanging, but I have some, business to attend to." He said as he made his way to the doorframe. " And don't think that you're getting out of this. You still have PLENTY of questions Ms. Regina." He stated whilst making his way down the hallway. As soon as his large deep footsteps disappeared in the distance, I made my way around his room glancing at each and every hair, trying to read this man like Time Magazine. But boy is he good at hiding himself. Or, so he thought. I scrolled through War and Peace, one of the many books in his personal library, before I saw a small Polaroid picture laying as a bookmark. I glanced at it, a black haired woman on the picture, clear olive skin and deep hazel eyes. Suddenly the footsteps reappeared in the air and I quickly put the picture back in the book and retired to my seat.