A Moment of Contemplation
a short Bayonetta fan fiction story by Maxey
The sunlight coming through the wall-size window was getting noticeably dimmer at each passing second. As she looked around her spacious private office for the last time that day, Bayonetta knew that a repugnant conversation was about to happen at any minute.
Many years working for that corrupt company made her almost a psychic. She knew exactly the consequences of practically every action made inside that dreary, cold tower of glass and steel and that day wouldn't be any different.
Bayonetta. A peculiar name for an uncommon woman. At first glance any person would swear she is just a very attractive librarian, what with her slim physique, modest hairstyle and scholarly looking glasses, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Inside her svelte, well toned body lies a powerful woman, capable of physical feats any normal human wouldn't even dream of being able to do. The librarian look was nothing but a façade, not unlike the place she works for.
Her mind works like a well oiled machine. Efficient; fast; organized; never a wasted thought. The quick thinking of a seasoned warrior, the capacity for decision of a great leader, the intelligence of a genius.
Yet all of that talent, all of those skills, wasted at a menial office job working for a façade company belonging to a powerful mobster whose tentacles are spread all over the organized crime in the city.
But that man is not actually her boss. No, the man behind the decisions made at that building is a weak man. A spineless specimen of the human race wearing the clothes of an important man. Yet such a title weighs a tonne on his frail shoulders; a title given to him for convenience and for obedience. Obedience to a powerful man.
She could take over that tower if she wanted. It would be so easy. However,neither the circumstances nor the time are right. Waiting will bring the right opportunity.
Lorne Saffra never imagined he would be given a position of such responsibility when he married Gabriel, Antonini Frei's brother. "It's a great project!" they said. "You can finally stop with your dead end job in that fruit store and have a real career." they assured. Half-truths are always backed by full lies. His seemingly fast jump in job career was nothing more than another lie in the web.
Sure, he was making more money in a week than he did in an entire year at the corner fruit store, but what is money good for when you live afraid of your next move? When the things you say do not originate from your brain? When the things you do make you hate humanity? Was his love for Gabriel worth this shit job? He thought so.
That day in particular wasn't going well for him, as usual. He received orders from Don Frei to 'downsize' a couple of 'external sectors' outside the city. Obviously that was all mob speak for killing a few undesirables. Men whose job performances were not up to snuff in the eyes of the Don. Lorne wished that would be the worst part of his job but that would be a happy wish in the face of whatever else his boss did.
It was exactly 6:55 PM when he looked at his Rolex. Almost time to go home and breathe free until the next day. Gabriel was a calm oasis in the middle of the thunderstorm that had become his life. His significant half was a very serene and self-contained man, he always knew the right thing to say and very rarely got mad over anything. Lorne always looked forward to spending time with his Italian angel.
However, his day at the office was not done yet. Orders were passed to him but he would not be the one to relay them to the proper channels. That was Bayonetta's job.
Resigned, he got off his expensive leather chair and walked towards the mohogany doors of his office, picking up his custom-made Italian jacket on the way out.
The walk towards Bayonetta's office was short but often felt like it took forever.