The silence is broken, her heels click on the floor as she walks down the empty hall of the enormous penthouse hotel. Irene Adler stops at the office double doors and turns her attention to the only other person there.
"Hello Sebby." She gave the muscular man a wicked smile. "Long time no see."
Sebastian shifted his head as his gaze raked up her body. His eyes roamed up her long, smooth legs and tight little black dress that clung to every curve of her body. Her hair was pinned into a professional up do and her lips the color of blood red against her porcelain skin. He settled on her piercing hazel eyes that were staring right into his own. Both knew why she was here. It was all business today.
"Is he expecting you?" He asked plainly.
"Well for a man that plans out every little detail, he would be a complete twit not to be expecting me sooner or later."Irene gave him another little smirk.
Sebastian only nodded. He opened one of the doors and and stood off to the side to let her pass. She walked in and turned around just in time to blow Sebastian a kiss as he shut the door behind her.
Facing forward Irene took in her surroundings. Classic white walls with gold trim, tall windows reaching from the floor to the ceiling, green curtains covered the windows only letting in a sliver of light from the sun. At the end of the room, a desk with a single lamp turned on as the man behind desk sat perfectly still, eyes of a predator watching every move she made.
"Mr. Moriarty" She greeted him walking toward the desk.
"Miss Adler" Jim replied. "Have a seat. What can I help you with today?"
"I am here in regards to one Miss Ripley." Irene stood in front of the desk. Time to get straight to the point. "It has come to my attention that you have some kind of an arrangement with her."
Jim opened the desk cabinet and rummage through a few things. Finding the object he required he pulled out a file, placed it on the desk, and opened it.
"Ah yes Miss Clarissa Ripley. Age twenty-eight. Born March 16 1986. Adopted at the age of seven. Average student and a college dropout. Occupation bank teller." Jim flipped to the next page. "I have her under contract for one month."
"I would like to terminate that contract." Irene stated her intent.
Jim shrugged his shoulder. "No" His tone was stern and unwavering as he glared at her.
Irene blinked in surprise at the abrupt response. "And why not? It has only been a little over a week and I an willing to pay to compensate your for"
"You see Miss Adler" Jim interrupter her mid sentence. He slid the contract over to her. "Miss Ripley and I have an agreement of sorts. Irene took a second to scan over the document. The terms are very simple. She stays in my company for one month. At the end of the month she is free to leave if she pleases. However, the consequences of breaking this contract is the death of all she holds dear to her." Jim slid the folder back to facing him. "This list, Miss Adler, includes you. I'm curious Miss Adler, what makes you so dear to her?"
Irene was gripping the edge of the desk with both hands. The man was just toying with her now. "You know damn well the reason." She spoke through clenched teeth.
He flipped through a couple pages. "Here it is. Adopted at age seven, Miss Clarissa Ripley had no siblings. Only one cousin, around the same age, and they quickly bonded. The two spent every spare second together. The two were inseparable. Until Miss Ripley was forced to relocate for college." He lifted his eyes from the pages. "Sooo Miss Adler I ask again why are you so dear to her?"
Irene's poise was chipping away. "She's my cousin." She closed her eyes in frustration.
"Yes yes all very obvious and boooring." Jim sighed. "What I want to know is why is she important to you? She's not blood related to you. Why do you even care?"
"She's family." Irene spat out. Shaking her head Irene took a step back and straightened out her dress to compose herself. She sat in the previously offered chair and took a deep breath. Jim never moved from his spot. Still calm and collected as he pulled at her strings. Time for a different tactic. "I would like to make a trade." Jim eyebrow arched in curiosity. "Miss Ripley for myself. You must be bored of her by now. That girl lacks experience. Experience I can make up for in her place. I can be anything you need."
Jim slammed his fist on the desk causing Irene to jump. "Understand this. I. Don't. Want. You." His irish accent becoming heavier with each word.
Shocked into silence Irene opened her mouth trying to make a valid argument. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the flash of a syringe and felt a prick in the side of her neck. The room started to spin as the substance took effect. Irene tried to focus on the devil in westwood as he strolled around the desk to face her.
"I chose Clarissa because Clarissais the one I want. By the end of the month she will be mine." Jim leaned down and pulled her chin up to face him. "I don't appreciate you interfering in my love life."
The world went black as Irene's eyes fluttered shut. She lost all control of her body as she fell to the floor.
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