Magnetic Forces of Love and Conspiracy
Written by BansheeGirl
A/N: Okay, I know that some of you may be thinking that this fic seems just a little familiar. I actually wrote the base of it over a year ago and had it posted up here, but I just don't think that my fic-writing was as… developed as it perhaps could have been back then. I really don't believe that my writing at that point gave the general idea of the fic the justice it deserved! So I've decided to revise the whole story, and hopefully make it an overall better read.
Oh, and just a little hint… this fic is a must-read for rocketshippers!
I'd really love some feedback on this piece, so if you've got the time, PLEASE do review! Thanx lots'n'lots!
Disclaimer: Jessie and James, Team Rocket, Pokémon… none of these things belong to me! Mwahahaha! Haha!
Magnetic Forces of Love and Conspiracy
Chapter 1: It's A Deal
A young woman leant over the boardroom table, extending her hand out across the polished ebony. Her cherry-painted lips curved upward into a satisfied grin. "Thank you so much for coming today, Mr. Brown," the young woman said, shaking the hand of Mr. Brown.
The old man chuckled with a hearty laugh. "My dear, it was entirely our pleasure being able to do business with you and your company," he replied. Not seemingly happy with a mere handshake, he clasped the woman's two hands with his own wrinkled, aged ones and shook them up and down excitedly. Making sure to maintain her apparently amiable disposition, the woman laughed quietly and gently removed her smooth, manicured hands from the grasps of Mr. Brown. Were liver spots contagious?
The score of other businessmen and women that were stationed around the boardroom table promptly began to stand and collect their various papers, pens and portfolios, before quickly filing out of the door. Within seconds there was only the woman, her executive assistant Michael Richton, Mr. Brown and his son, Terrance, standing by the entrance of the boardroom.
"We really do appreciate your cooperation, Mr. Brown. Believe me, you've made the right decision." The woman spoke in an almost sickeningly sweet voice.
The elderly man responded with an oblivious smile. "Oh, I don't doubt your words, Miss Avalon. I know you'll take good care of my company. Won't she, Terrance?"
The younger man – perhaps in his thirties – grunted with discontent. He did not seem so pleased with the outcome of what had been a lengthy meeting – and an even longer settlement that had been running over several months. Indeed, he had been the one responsible for such the delay in what should have been an easy deal. But with the elderly Mr. Brown still president and legal owner of the renowned Silvertop Mining Company, all final decisions rested on his shoulders. Despite Terrance's adamant position in not selling the company that had been in his family for generations, Silvertop Mining Co. was now only a stone's throw away from becoming just another of Paramount Corps. of Saunders' many and ever-growing investments.
"Of course, we'll deliver copies of all the final contracts and paperwork within the next few days. We want you to feel very secure and informed about this agreement," Michael added, as Mr. Brown and his son started out the door. Terrance muttered in cynical disbelief beneath his breath. Michael shot a scornful look at the proven-to-be-very-difficult man, before turning back to Mr. Brown with a pressed smile.
"Thankyou boy, that would be tremendous. Now, I'm dearly sorry but I must be getting back to the office now. There's going to be a lot of work to do now that this plan is going ahead. Good day to you, Michael!" Mr. Brown turned and grinned genuinely again at the woman. "You too, Miss Avalon."
"We will, Mr. Brown. Thankyou," she said, as the two men walked away and out of sight towards the elevator.
Miss Avalon and her executive assistant watched until the father and son had disappeared. They exchanged disturbingly knowing glances before heading out of the room and towards Miss Avalon's office.
"Well Jessica, you certainly performed wonderfully in there," Michael complemented as the pair walked, "Everyone was absolutely convinced that that old geezer was going to be swayed by his wretched son, but you sure proved them wrong."
Jessica smiled in satisfaction. "Michael, you should know by now that I always get my way," she spoke in the confidently nonchalant manner she had become accustomed to. Her assistant raised a semi-curious eyebrow, and the woman rolled her eyes tiresomely. "They're all suckers, Michael. With a bit of sweet-talk and batting your eyelashes you can win anyone over in no time. Especially an old nut like him." She tilted her head back toward the direction from which they had come.
The assistant laughed, and they entered the boss's office. Jessica sauntered over to the large chair stationed at her desk and promptly sat down in it, swinging her legs up onto the table and crossing them. "Who else is coming in today?" she asked the blonde-haired man.
Michael stepped forward to stand before the desk. "Well, let's just see here…" he said, quickly flipping through the folder he was holding. "It looks like there's just one more guy coming in this afternoon. He's the head councilman of that little village in the Crystal Mountains. You know, that place we want to-"
"-Yes, yes, I remember," his boss cut in unenthusiastically.
"Great. I'll bring him in here once he arrives."
Jessica flipped open her notebook computer, signalling that she presently wished to continue with some of her own work – and that she wished for her assistant to leave the room. Michael did not move from his position before her desk. She sighed. Sometimes he could be so insipid. "Have you contacted John Marden about arranging that appointment next week?" Jessica did not look up at her assistant as she spoke.
"Uh, no… I'll go do that now, if you don't need me for anything else."
Jessica shook her head in answer, and in moments Michael had exited the office. Leaning back in her chair, she gazed out of the giant floor-to-ceiling window that comprised an entire wall to her left and smiled smugly to herself. In her mind she indulgently relished what had transpired of an initially miserable life – a previous life which she tended to suppress at any cost.
She was the CEO of a hugely successful company. She was the boss of so many people that she, at times, simply lost count of just how many people worked beneath her. She was able to get even the most affluent of men – just like Mr. Brown – to fall under her influence and eating out of her hand. And of course she only became wealthier and wealthier by the second. Life before now did not matter. She was in her prime, and could not think of a better way to be spending her thriving years. She was one of the most successful businesswomen in all of Saunders City – and all at the mere age of twenty-five!
Shutting the lid of her notebook computer, Jessica's self-satisfied grin widened as she pulled open the drawer in her desk and plucked out a nail file.
Whew! This whole revision process is taking a lot more time than I thought! I feel like I'm practically rewriting the whole thing… oh well! That just means a better story for you guys!
Please review this chappie and let me know what you think – if I get lots of reviews then I'll get started on the next chappie as soon as possible! I really want to know your thoughts and opinions… constructive criticism is welcome!
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BansheeGirl.