bold lettering glares harshly at apathetic features. long fingers , delicate & deliberate , tap at the corresponding numbers on the dial pad. printed clearly -- neatly , with purpose ; the Ootori family’s business card. if the Suoh was unwilling at the Fair , perhaps the feminine French heir could loose her arrow on another target just months later. without having to move mountains ( or even from her hotel suite ) , she would have the father eating out of the palm of her hand soon enough -- meaning the rest of the lambs would follow into the slaughter.
ruby lips curl upwards , feigning delight , as the secretary answers. not a stranger to business & holding no favor toward meaningless interactions , a meeting with Mr. Ootori ( to talk formally about an offer ) is requested.
“ tomorrow morning would be lovely. I thank you for your time. let Mr. Ootori know he should expect me to be early , if you would be so kind. ”
the phone met the receiver , ending the call. if there was one thing she expected from this meeting , it was to encounter the overlooked , third-in-line disappointment of that family -- & make something of him.
@sakurakissed ( from xoxo )