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Smash the Mirror~ Chapter 1: Opening Title [unfinished] |
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The man sitting across from her wore an Armani suit. His hair was cut the way an executive's would be, and his face was clean-shaven. He fit the cliche of looking like a million bucks. His eyes were that deep chocolate brown that made most girls melt. His body was thin, not scrawny, but not muscular either. If he was agressive or snarky, he didn't act it now. His humbleness was admirable.
So with killer looks and obviously a lot of money and power, why couldn't he get a girl? Why did he have to rape and murder her?
[Maybe he has a fetish] Kit thought.
As if answering her, the man nodded.
"Alright...so...how long ago did she die?"
"Two weeks ago in her nineth birthday."
[Yep] thought Kit. [He has a fetish.]
"Mr. Algodon, you do realize that my job requires me to report you to the authorities."
"That's not what the old hag said."
[Oh great...he's going to get rude now.] Kit rolled her eyes.
"My boss says a lot of things. She's money hungry, I'm sure you're used to the craving." Her eyes were like shotguns, boring bullets through his mind.
"Hey, I'm going to say sorry to her," Algodon barked.
"Hey, Guess what buddy! Sorry isn't gonna bring her back! She'll be dead or a living zombie forever now!" Kit stood up, ready to hit the man with her desk lamp.
"And prison's going to make it all better?"
"You'll lose your status and power, thus starving you of your women and money. In essence, you will lose your life. An eye for an eye." Kit grimaced and let go of the recorder under her desk. The door opened with a loud bang as the police dragged Mr. Algodon out of her office. Instead of struggling the man just said,"See you in hell, b***h."
"Phht...Why does everyone think they can escape prison like the movies?" She sat back down and made another appointment with her counselor.
"I need a drink." Kit knew she had ten minutes until her next client arrived. She ran to the Rite Aid next door and bought a couple of bottle of Mountain Dew.
She returned to her office with three minutes to spare. Remembering she had two adderal in her pants pocket, Kit quickly downed the 40 milligrams and hoped it was enough to satisfy her A.D.D. until she could return home and collapse. A small knock on the door introduced the slender young girl who entered.
A couple of tears still lingered on the tips of her eyelashes, but her make-up didn't run or smudge. The woman's clothes were clearly designer, yet for some reason she chose to wear them two sizes too small. Her breasts were in danger of spilling out of the front of her shirt. Tight fitting jeans hugged her bottom a little bit more than snug fitting. The client's high heels clicked thier way to her seat.
"My husband died yesterday afternoon. I...I never got to say goodbye properly."
"I'm sorry to hear about your loss. My boss has informed me that you would like to set up an appointment within the next couple days to raise your husband so that you may kiss him goodbye. The coronor's report is in check and the raising should work fine. Now would you like this to be private or public?" This was an open and shut appointment. No loose ends. No foul play. It was precise and cleanly cut. But situations that seem so perfect tend to unravel in odd directions.
"I don't think you quite understand Ms. Ashen." The woman leaned in further, so that Kit had a clear view of the client's cleavage.
"Um, Ms. Andrea..."
"Call me Andy."
"Andy, what have I misunderstood?"
"I didn't say I wanted to kiss him goodbye...I said I wanted to ******** him, goodbye." Kit thought about this for a moment. She was amused with the fact that the man had died of coronary heart disease, and thus Andy would be starved of the proper erection for such a 'goodbye.' Kit began to giggle, then looked up and Andrea's cleavage was even closer to her face.
"Ms. Andrea, please button up your shirt, I'm afraid that I can see directly down it."
Andy smiled. "Do you like what you see?" She jiggled her breasts for a moment.
Not being a big believer in beating around the bush, Kit said rather bluntly,"No, I'm afraid I don't."
 Devi D_16 · Fri Aug 15, 2008 @ 05:43am · 0 Comments |
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