Ororo leaned back in her chair as the man before her ran his eyes up the length of exposed skin her current clothing revealed, a guilty blush turning his pale cheeks a baby pink as she crossed one leg over the other. Hampton had been her middle man for over eight years and she knew the effect her body had on him. Clad in a fitted white dress that barely reached the middle of her thighs they were both aware that she was teasing him.
"I was suppose to be at a party an hour ago" she spoke. "What was so important it couldn't wait until tomorrow"?
Hampton grinned removing a folder from the briefcase beside him. "His name is Victor Creed" He began. The man opened the folder placing the document on Ororo's desk a single picture clipped to the left hand side. Ororo removed the image inspecting it under the dim light of her desk's lamp. It was a motion shot. The photographer was only able to get a profile but it was more than enough to peak Ororo's interest. Unnaturally tall with with light amber eyes and a mane of thick brown hair the man was truly a tribute to masculine beauty.
Hampton's eyes narrowed at her reaction. "He is a murderer he went on". "He fancies himself an assassin but there is nothing legitimate about his….business".
Ororo had no real interest in the man's resume but decided to indulge Hampton in his need to feel superior.
"Is that so"?
"Most if not all of his clients have been drug lords and human traffickers".
"You don't say"? Ororo gave a mischievous grin.
Hampton caught on quickly (as he always did) turning a darker shade of pink as he folded his arms across his chest.
"I was just stating facts" he huffed
Ororo smiled leaning to ran a delicate hand over the man's cheek. "Don't you worry" she teased. "You know you will always be my number one". "Who are the clients"?
Hampton gave a quick grin satisfied with the woman's response. "Senator Jonathan Willard and his wife Vivian"."Apparently three years ago Creed had been hired to assassinate their son".
"I thought his death had been ruled accidental".
"That was what Senator Willard wanted the people to think. He is a powerful man with a lot of enemies and couldn't risk them knowing it was possible to get that close to him".
"Do you think the senator may have been the real target"?
They are unsure but the family is offering two million to take this Victor fellow down".
The woman's brow rose an interested smile taking the place of her stoic facade. "Bring them in".
Hampton nodded rising to open the door of their office.
"You may come in".
Johnathan Willard was the first to enter. A well built man in his mid forties with a charming smile and a suit Ororo imagined cost more than most people's rent, his wife Vivian followed behind. She was a poster child for botox with a severe face that at one point may have been truly beautiful. Decorated in pearls and bleach blonde hair she offered no pleasantries as she took a seat across from Ororo's desk. Her husband took his place beside her his eyes wandering unapologetically up the length of the other woman's legs and down into the valley of her cleavage. Vivian's eyes cut to her husband but she said nothing of his actions no doubt use to her husband's wandering eye.
"Thank you for seeing us" Johnathan spoke. "Never thought I would see the elusive lady for myself".
Ororo offered a sarcastic smirk. "Its a special occasion" she replied. "No if we-".
"He murdered my baby boy"! Vivian shouted.
Ororo could not bring herself to fake empathy if there was anything she had learned in her line of work it was that no one was innocent. Before the willards had arrived she had taken the liberty of doing some research of her own on their "Baby boy". Jason Willard was a trust fund baby in every sense of the word with a taste for cocaine, booze and taking what wasn't willingly given to him. In the year before his death Jason had managed to be arrested four times for various charges ranging from rape to drug dealing and that was only that one year. Accusations could be traced back all the way to his second year of junior high. It seemed the Willard's baby boy had a darker side than what was seen in the papers but when the media is on your father's payroll it's no surprise that a majority of the man's misdeeds went unreported. He had been free to do as he pleased since the day he was born and there was dear old mom and dad trailing behind him with a team of lawyers and an overflowing bank account.
Ororo could not have cared less about the lost jason, as far as their son was concerned justice had already been served but for the amount the Willards were willing to pay Ororo didn't mind tipping the scales once more.
"They told us you were the best" the father spoke. "We had hired three others before you but they were not sucessful...he-"
Ororo raised her hand stopping the man. She didn't need to hear the details. Failure in this job only had one outcome.
"I want three million. Half now and half when the job is done".
Jonathan rose from his seat a flash of anger furrowing his well shaped brows. "But that is not what your man told us" he argued. "The amount we agreed upon wa-"
"That was not a request" Ororo snapped. "Those are my terms, you may take them or leave them and my office".
The willards fell silent. Jonathan ground his teeth loudly no doubt finding difficulty in being on the losing end of a financial deal. It was no secret that the Willards were loaded. What Ororo had asked for was pocket change to them but she supposed greed is what kept most of the rich, rich, she didn't expect the Willards to be any different. Jonathan looked her way again and she met the man's gaze unflinchingly.
"Do we have a deal Mr. Willard"?
He looked away. "Fine" he relented. "Three million".
The man moved for his checkbook but Ororo stopped him.
"Cash only"."I will give you two days to bring it".
Authors Note: Hey guys, I know it has been a while but I hope you all are still hanging in there with me and I hope you enjoy this latest story!
