Walking down the hallway, her high heels clicked throughout the corridor. She walked down the white corridor, past the nurses carrying needles and such. She passed through the various rooms where her... 'employees'... were being treated.
Urgh... why don't they listen to me? Don't they know how expensive it is to fix them back up? I'm not made of money, you know.
Fuming, she stomped her way through. Just as she was about to arrive at her 'destination', she stopped.
A ring was heard in the quiet corridor.
She grabbed her holophone and looked at the screen. Her eyes shrank. How could he know what I did? Such thoughts ran through her mind before succumbing to the inevitable.
She picked it up, answering with as much calm as she could muster, "Hello, how are you doing, Mr. Glas? Yes, yes, he came here for a match... yes, yes, although he was injured, we are currently treating him to the best of our abilities... please, we really need those 'gifts'... no need to worry, he will be fine and dandy by tomorrow... alright, thank you and goodbye."
Hanging back her holophone, she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness that he's not badly injured, otherwise my head would have flown off.
Usually, in their partnership, she would have held her head high. Disgusted by his usage of women as his sex dolls and slaves, she gained an abhorrence for him and his ways. He understood it but never acted upon it. She never knew why—
Until she met Him.
It was a fine, dark night where she was having her usual "snack." She had just called for him to discuss further cooperation with him. When he came (later than usual), he carried with him an unusual device of sorts: a small box attached to a long, curvy handle, with holes poked at the top and bottom. There also seemed to be a broken piece of rope attached to it, which puzzled her, although she paid no heed to it. It was only midway through her conversation that she finally knew what it was.
Just as she was negotiating further deals and changes to their situation, it rang. A weird, archaic bell sounded from it. He looked relieved, which, to her, seemed odd, for it was the first time she had seen something so expressive on his face.
It was only when he picked it up that she understood why.
The room grew darker, light being sucked somewhere. Sound seemed to be nullified, a vacuum forming around the room. Every moving object in the room paused, as if a king heralded its appearance.
Glas picked up the communication device, which he said was a 'phone', and talked to whoever was on the other end. After a curt discussion, he turned to her, smiling from ear to ear.
This terrified her.
But having no choice, she gulped audibly, caution evident on her face as she hesitated.
She had no choice left.
She picked up the phone and held it to her ear. "H-hello, sir, how m-may I s-serve you?" All that could be heard were deep breaths before a garbled voice commanded, "Follow him, and you shall be rewarded."
From then on, their dynamic changed. Now, she was no longer the top dog.
Reminiscing, she finally found her room. Inside was a Winglos nurse, tending to the very man she wanted to meet. She put on a smile, and knocked on the door.