Anderson
"Hakeem…" I said in acknowledgement.
"Took you long enough junkie…" He smirked in my direction giving me and once over and I swear my eye twitched.
Why…why did he have this much effect on me, why does his words hit home so quick and fast when he clearly seems like he knows how much of what he is saying is getting to me. I was usually cold and inert to whatever people said to me because I knew who I was and it took years and years of practice to get to the level of perfection I was at the moment, but it seemed like he was immune to me and my inert coldness. Instead, He thrived even more as the day went by. The little snide comment he just let out was totally unnecessary and I didn't expect him to spit it out in front of everyone.
I looked at Darla and she didn't look very surprised because she knew I smoked weed but what she definitely showed was "how did he know" look.
"Well, there are better ways in Which you can refer to me as, don't you think new signee. I mean, You aren't signed officially yet so don't push it, You are as dispensable as they come and there are many much talents out there, they might not be a foot near your level of prowess but I'm sure they got a reasonable level of respect.." I spoke in a calm voice addressing him while looking him in the eyes making sure he heard and felt everything I was saying between the lines. I needed to cripple the high horse that made him feel on top right now.
"I'm sorry Mr Anderson for his silly attitude.." The woman beside him apologized on his behalf before nudging his arm and giving him a nasty look. A look of intimidation crossed his face before he looked back at me.
"Forgive my prude self Mr Anderson.." He apologized in a monotonous voice clearly not coming from his free will but I wasn't moved by that.
The look of intimidation that crossed his eyes made me realize this woman, she might not just be his attorney, she must be something more. With the resemblance and all, I was betting on his sister.
"Alright, now that's out of the way, let's get seated please. We need to get straight to work now, we don't have much time. There is so much we have to talk about now, there is a pressure for a press conference to release a statement and we can't do that just yet even after the singing process. So please, let's take a seat and start right away," Darla flashed one of her megawatts smiles that melted and bought over people's hearts.
"Be on your best fucking behavior Ander, don't screw shit up. She's a high up there in rank Attorney which means she can completely shame us for lack of proper ethics. That's Why I privatized this meeting." She whispered harshly, rushing all of that just before we both sat down.
"Okay, I know I have introduced myself before but I would like to do it again. I'm Isis Solivan, I'm a head district attorney and I'm also the sister to my client which I think you can tell already. I know I would not have taken this case if it wasn't a case with The Hallows…I completely adore you guys." She fangirled for a moment before she cleared her throat and looked at her brother who just rolled his eyes and looked away.
"Nice to meet you again, thanks for taking this case. Not to take too much of your time but I would love to know if you have already gone through the provided contract and if there's anything you would like for us to buttress more on, we can do just that for you," Darla spoke smartly like she always did. It was one of the reasons I didn't think we needed a manager. Even though I was the head and I did a lot of the decision making, Darla had the composure of a true leader. She knew exactly what to say and how to carry statements with conviction coating each word. I on the other hand actually had no idea of what to say or do, I was a direct person and if it was going to cost me a fucking speech, then I was good, I didn't want any if it.
"Yeah, There are quite a few details here that still manage to appear vague to me, but again, we also need a briefing first so hopefully my points will come up." She said flipping through the crisp white pages of the stapled contracts. Her hand movement was so fluid I got entranced in it.
"Alright."
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Cleopatra
"Your grace…" The odor of fear and miserable thinking was so palpable I had to resist the urge to slap his head of his neck into the pile of skulls in the corner stand that ever palsy assumed was for decoration but really they were really heads of men and women that irritated me being and made me realize they don't worth that much living, but sadly, Doran is actually one of the trusted and loyal servants Xerses inherited from his father and their father before.
He was quite an old but agile man but he knew how to let his aura of emotion slip through the pores of his frail skin every time he was in presence of a higher power and it seems like the same thirst to be fear and loved at the same time flowed through the blood of Xerses from his ancestors who occupied the same throne making Doran the perfect fit for the throne's left ear. Lord Xerses trusted him more than he trusted the old subordinates who were just a bunch of wrinkly old men with a thirst for younger women hoping it would make them look less old and miserable.
From the trembles in his feet and his weak knee that was having a hard time supporting his body, I knew this was not regular news. Xerses lent forward in the Couch while he was sitting watching a video on his laptop while I was still checking out the new release from Quinns.
"Speak Doran." He replied in a permanent cold voice gotten from the years of training and war. He hadn't been the same since the apocalypse, and now that we are on the verge of another after another five hundred years passed. He was constantly worrying and wanting to know what other creatures of the dark were up to.
"I have news…News that might not please your hearing my Lord," His voice trembled as he hinted at the start of the bad news. Xerses took off his reading glasses facing him who stood at the front door to our level living area in the four story mansion from the Xerxes the III.
"The searchers and crawlers were all wiped out neatly and there are no physical evidence on their wear about and when the witch tracker did her thing, they all were last existing in the same area just before they all disappeared into the thin air—" A dead silence impregnated the air as he waited for the lords reaction but I couldn't care less. Deep down, I knew it was fruitless sending out a bunch of amateurs to go fish out his children, when he knew who trained them and how good they would be. The shot he shot was back at his leg and now he was staggering struggling to keep up with the reality he carved with his every spare time in the past. He always wanted them to be the absolute best when they got to the field and now they were too good, soon enough, men would start to flee the moment they heard their duty was to capture the royal children, products of first blood.
"There's more, isn't it??" The lord muttered under his breath as he stood up and his walk stick made "The Ello" came to his hands as he walked with grace to the window, probably going to take a deep breath….poor old man who still thinks his heart is still young and elastic as ever. Sometimes he needed to understand that if he didn't take matters into his own hands, he would be ruined before his legacy even gets to drive a whole shelf of history like his peers before him. We might be the top family now and Sorus might be the reason why some refuse to speak ill of us but he still keeps forgetting that we need more consistency than balance.
I took to my feet, taking strides towards him. I took the shell of my ring and let out a calm elixir so he could inhale and calm down before he got the second news.
"Yes, Your Grace," He bowed trembling and keeping his face down, a good idea from him if I do say so myself. Last time he reported a breach in our walls, we didn't know what happened because I was too busy in Paris for a special honor from the fashion industry but I came back to meet him, losing an eye. Yes, I laughed because the annoying ass licking slug actually looked better with one eye than he did with both. Turned out he not only interrupted his mood but broke his stool with such a news and had his beady eyes pay for it.
The elixir went a long way to visibly calm his nerves, I needed him for when the night got colder, if he gets over walked up now…I would have to use and kill a guard, I didn't like red on my hands except it belonged to my enemy.
"Your son…The prince of grave has been rumored to have auditioned and signed into a human music band…"