One Foot In & One Foot Out

Chapter 15

"So, you're the woman who has both of my sons wrapped around her little fingers huh? You don't look like much."

"I don't got this, I don't got this! Abort mission. ABORT MISSION!" Jael's brain screamed at her. Her right eye slightly twitched as she tried to fake a sincere smile.

Mrs. Mori's dark, slender, almond shaped eyes scaled up and down Jael's entire length like she was trying to figure out what all the fuss was about. She, herself, looked fierce in an all-black deep V pantsuit, no blouse underneath. Very bold.

Bloody red bottom heels adorned her elegant feet that gave her the appearance as if she had just finished striding on the bodies of the meager employees. Her long, bone-straight shiny jet-black hair and cut bangs gave off the essence of a Korean blood thirsty queen. The only thing that slightly toned down her scary vibe was the white, black trimmed medium sized sun hat on her head, a contrast to the rest of her appearance.

Was she not hot in this dark outfit? This is the south. Wearing all black outside unless it's winter (and even that's iffy) is not the best idea. The amount of sweat that would seep from the desperate for air, pores could fill a bucket, and then some.

Arms crossed defiantly, Mrs. Mori cocked her head to the side and smiled condescendingly. Almost in a way like she was daring Jael to say something to contradict her.

Jael's gaze shifted from Mrs. Mori to Mr. Mori. He, on the other hand didn't give off an intimidating vibe like his wife did. He was dressed in an equally all black suit with a dark red tie to correspond with his wife. His salt and pepper hair done in a low fade on the sides and quiff in the middle style with a thin black mustache and black glasses to round off his look.

Mr. Mori's sons looked so much like him. Gahlee, the genes that run through this family should be bottled and sold for billions. He genuinely smiled at Jael and when he did, she caught a glimpse of his one small dimple on the right side.

Did he want a sugar baby? Because Jael was ready to jump at the chance.

Mr. Mori, without his wife seeing, nodded approvingly at her as if encouraging her to say something smart back to his wife.

Jael turned back to Mrs. Mori smiled innocently but said seriously, "Yes. I am the one." As if to say, 'so what if I am?'

Mrs. Mori stopped smiling and glared at her, but Jael decided she couldn't be bothered by it.

She heard a laugh to the left of her and realized that Daisy Mori had been standing there as well. She stood next to Damien who was dressed in his usual office suit attire. Daisy was dressed in a forest green body con half sleeved dress that reached down to about half her leg, showing off her beautiful hairless calves. She had on earth-toned brown open-toed heels that matched her slightly olive skin very well. Her hair was done in a less serious than her mother, color and style that was a wavy ombre teal and to her shoulders.

"Umma, Father, Daisy, this is Jael Carter. She oversees the delivery department here. She is also somewhat of a personal assistant to me sometimes," Damien says to his family, finally speaking up from his silent observing corner.

"So, you're a glorified mail woman," their mother says.

Had this been any ole woman, Jael would have popped off at the mouth and said something petty, but this was Death's mother. There was no way Jael was going to allow any utterance of anything foul, no matter how much she deserves it. However, that does not mean she will allow the woman to walk all over her.

"Just think of where this company would be if it never sent out or received important packages and mail. It would be practically nowhere Mrs. Mori. So yes, you can think of me as the glorified mailwoman that is helping to keep your children's company afloat."