[ bargaining. ] | Y&E
Times like these made Yolanda wish she was a damned grunt in the company. Grunts didn't get sent as "ambassadors" to other mafias' headquarters in hopes of "making nice" with them by showing a little skin. She may as well as have came naked with "Shoot me!" printed on her breasts as beady eyes fell on her from all angles. Sex starved and trigger happy, lovely combination, really. Didn't help she came in a modest, albeit fitted and midi length, scarlet dress. Lips matching the sensuous shade and accentuating her already translucent skin. She may have been mildly overdressed, but Yolanda could not afford to take any chances tonight. These drugs were too expensive to fuck around with another Boss. There was also another point of concern for the brunette about how tonight could turn out.
They had almost zero information on the woman.
No details on how she looked, no details on her work, barely even a name. Ebony Jeon, more than likely an alias. No wonder she ended up being sent as ambassador, the only way to gain information was for her to map this place, even if taking the long way to this woman's office meant being interrogated at every turn.
However, no matter how slow her heels clicked across the stone flooring or she took time to mentally note each corner of the building, the woman finally arrived in front of Miss Jeon's door. Business face well in place, along with a near unfamiliar tingling of excitement and something she could not name -- dread, maybe -- the woman knocked.
As the door opened, there were a thousand and one things she expected. An old woman, an old man, no one, a fucking time bomb even. But this, no. This was something to knock even someone like her off her guard. Yolanda did know this woman, she knew the theories, the stories, the descriptions. But none of them could have prepared her for this. Dread was not what was bubbling in her stomach at this point. No, nothing even close now. As a manicured hand, Yolanda wanted to shut the door and run back to the Cathedral; a luxury no longer available at this point. Forcing a charming smile to the woman sitting in the lavish ahead of her, the younger woman took small steps inside, shutting the door with a seemingly echoing click. Heartbeat resounding through her ears, Yolanda hoped it could only mask her only emotion at this moment.
Fear.
This was going to be much harder than she had originally thought.
