So, this is my first story for this section. I'm writing it because I want to take a break from the Twilight fic I'm doing. So, I hope you enjoy this.
Disclaimer: I don't own Wanted or the characters in any way, except for the OC's.
Prologue:
The short lady towered over the stout woman in front of her in every way, but actual height. Sharp brown eyes darted around the room, noting everything and everyone. Long raven-black hair, with dark red highlights, was settled in a neat plait over her shoulder. Her chin was tilted up in a way that made her petite figure appear tall and stately. But there was a mischievous, yet lazy smile on her lips. There was no doubt about it: this girl was a puzzle to be solved.
The other woman eyed her with distaste. The girl symbolised everything she wanted, but found impossible to have: natural beauty, an easy smile and an instantly likeable attitude. Trying to hide her envy, she gestured vaguely in the direction of the other employees, all of whom had noticed her by now and were staring at her very openly. "Ask one of them to show you the ropes," she said and walked away. The girl looked around once. To her disappointment, though not surprise, every single man was staring at her with too much interest, and the women with clear disdain and disguised jealousy.
Then, her eyes fell upon the slight figure of a man. He had been eyeing her as well, but unlike the others, he seemed… calmer. More sedate. Like he was simply curious rather than planning to ask her out. As soon as she caught his eye, he turned swiftly away, focussing on his computer with an intensity that was, well, odd, to say the least. Her mind made up, she walked over to his cubicle with sure steps, noting in relief that the cubicle next to his had her name on it. Coming up behind him, she tapped him lightly on the shoulder, startling him. He looked up at her with a confused expression. The girl observed him quietly for a few seconds: strong features, but an air of perpetual uncertainty, and a pair of the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen.
With a self-assured smile, she extended a small hand. "Mind showing me around the place?" She asked, her British accent polished and quaint. He looked down at her hand and, after a split second of hesitation, shook it. "Of course," he said. "I'm Wesley Gibson." The girl's smile widened slightly, as she answered, "Jewels Quinzel."
I'll update the first chapter tomorrow. Till then, read and review, please.