A/N so i haven't watched the movie since it was in theaters but my brother was talking about it and this popped into my head and wouldn't leave so here it is. Reviews are appreciated.
Michal Ryan was uncomfortable. Not in the setting, no as the head of a multi million dollar company he was used to the high end expensive settings. The restaurant he now was now waiting in was about as expensive as it got with the private dining rooms. A fire crackled adding to the warm homey feel of it.
It was with whom he planned to dine that made him the most worried. Whisper. That was all he had about his dining companion. No proper name, no description. Just the word Whisper. He had been fretting about the meeting for the last fifteen minutes.
The door opened and immediately Mr. Ryan sat up straighter. Instead of a tall imposing man like he had been expecting a small but exquisite women walked in. She was the image of perfection. A sliky red dress wrapped around her and black curls were placed high on her head.
"Whisper?" He asked.
"Who else?" She said allowing the waiter to take her black cassimere wrap.
"Your not…. What I expected." He said as the waiter helped her sit.
"That was the point." Her voice flowed like music.
"I heard you're the best." He said weary of the woman with the dangerous reputation.
A small played across her red lips. He could tell she was used to men looking at her. She had a certain charm about her that, combined with her beauty, could get her about anywhere in the world.
She simply nodded her dark eyes not wavering from him. He took more time to look over her pale complexion trying to read anything in it.
"Are you?"
"I cannot make claims to being the best. I can however claim that I am good."
"I need information." He said.
"I guessed as much from the contact." She said taking a sip of the expensive wine in front of her.
"I need…"
"I know what you seek. When the payment is secured you will receive the information" She cut him off. "But first you have a request." She said her dark eyes boring into him.
"I need to know you're can do what you claim."
"You need proof that I can do what I say?"
He nodded nervous by the intensity of her gaze.
She stood and walked to a large painting. "It is nice here. Have you been before? I never have."
"I came her weekly. The proof?" He asked.
She walked over to his end of the table and leaned close.
"You require proof?" She asked again.
He nodded nervous at this strange and dangerous women being so close.
"Then wake up." She said putting both hands on him and pushing his chair over. After a brief rush of falling Michal Ryan opened his eyes to find himself sitting in his chair where he had fallen asleep the night before, shortly after decided to contact this "Whisper."
A small slip of paper in an unfamiliar handwriting sat on his desk with an account number to deposit the payment. And a single sentence. "Did you know?"
