XiReN: Alright! Another chapter! That's a relief! I though I could never put my ideas into words! And my computer got busted. So i had to do this on a friends computer!
GJeiSlaTe: Please!!! Make her stop calling me! (starts chanting insanely, tilting her head from side to side) Ring… Ring… Ring…
XiReN: She has lost it! Anyway, I have no idea as to how much models are paid! So I just made it up! Teehee!
GJeiSlaTe: (still chanting) Ring… Ring… Ring…
XiReN: In behalf of my… um... distracted friend, enjoy, you guys!
Disclaimer: We don't own Troy…
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Chapter Five: Meeting
"Hi, Miss Andromache!" Achilles sat on one of the tables of a coffee shop near Fjord's building. Andromache, who was just about to open the door of her car, looked at him as he stood up, walked towards her and offered his hand, "I've been waiting for you! I'm Achilles!"
"Is there something I can do for you?" Andromache looked at him, somehow feeling that she should loathe him.
"Yes, there is." Achilles withdrew his hand, knowing it wasn't going to be accepted. He gestured over to the coffee shop. "If you would sit with me for just a moment?"
Andromache followed, sitting on one of the tables. He sat down in front of her. "Well, what is it?"
"I am the President of Footnotes and-" He started but was cut off when Andromache stood up, saying, "I have no business with you then! Good day!"
Achilles stood up as well and blocked her path. "I'm here to make a deal with you!"
"I have no intention of accepting deals from Footnotes!" Andromache stated. Walking past him, she said, "Now, if you'll excuse me I have something to do!"
"Fifty Million! For two years of working with us!" Achilles said. She turned to him and smiled. Achilles let out a sigh of relief as Andromache came back.
"Please do not liken me to other models out there that are blinded by money!" she said sternly. "I don't care how much you offer me, I won't work for you!"
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"HECTOR!" she heard him shout as she climbed the stairs of the walls to see her husband. "HECTOR!"
"You remember what I told you." Hector whispered to her as she met him atop the stairs. Feeling her grip tighten on her baby, she looked at him, "You don't have to go... You don't…"
"You remember what I told you!" He repeated. She nodded hesitantly, and raised their son so Hector could kiss him. She pressed her forehead to his as he did so.
He then hugged her, she held on tight, not wanting to let go. Their son cried, feeling himself being crushed by the embrace of his parents. She took in his scent and finally released him. Without looking back he climbed down to meet his fate. Andromache held back her tears, cradling her son and kissing him, walking to where the royals sat.
She passed her son to one of the servants and looked down. There, just outside the walls, she saw him. Saw the man that would take her husband from her. Achilles…
Andromache's eyes flew open, realizing why she felt that she should hate the President of Footnotes.
"It was him…" Andromache mouthed, hearing clashes of swords. Then a sudden pounding on her door grabbed her attention.
"Andromache!" Helen's voice came. Andromache looked at the clock on her wall and saw that it was already eight in the morning. She got up and opened it, letting Helen in.
"Yes, Helen?" Andromache closed the door after her friend walked in. Helen did not answer, but instead heads for her closet and started to dig through her clothes.
"What are you doing?" Andromache looked at the pile of clothes growing on her floor. Finally, Helen emerged holding a pair of cigarette heeled sandals in one hand and a cream tube dress that had an uneven lining at the bottom. Andromache looked at her, "What's that?"
"You're going to wear this tonight!" Helen smile and placed the ensemble on her bed. Then she went back to stuff the pile of clothes back into Andromache's closet.
"Ok… This is not the only reason why you're here, isn't it?" Andromache asked.
"I saw Achilles talk to you yesterday. What did he say?" Helen sat on Andromache's bed, reaching for the remote.
"He wanted me to work for him!" Andromache replied, as Helen turned on the television. "He had some nerve! He even waited for me near the Fjord's main building!"
"He what?" Helen looked at her.
"He wanted me to work for him for two years for fifty million! What does he think of me? Money minded?"
"Calm down, Andro!" Helen pushed her friend towards the bathroom. "The good thing is you rejected his offer."
"He thinks he can destroy my loyalty to Fjord by offering me a huge amount?" Andromache laughed. "Well he's sadly mistaken! I owe a great deal to Fjord! Because if it-!"
"Yes, yes I know! Because if it wasn't for Fjord, you wouldn't be where you are!" Helen cut her off and handed her a towel. "Why don't you take a shower and let's go shopping before your meeting!"
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"Hector, remember that meeting with the model tonight!" Cassandra strode into his office, looking over the papers he was working on. Picking some of the, she asked, "Have you finished these?"
"No!" Hector flopped back into his chair, tossing his pen carelessly on his desk. "And don't worry I haven't forgotten!"
"I can see." Cassandra eyed his blue suit, arranging the files and putting them into a folder. Taking the documents, she walked to the door, "Why don't you rest for a while, Hector, I'll take care of these."
"Thank you, Cassandra!" Hector sighed in relief, running a hand through his hair.
"You've been pushing yourself too hard!" Cassandra gave him a loving smile. Before leaving, she commanded, "You rest!"
He nodded to her before she closed the door behind her. He glanced at the monthly magazine proto type of their company. Andromache was the cover.
"Why haven't I noticed you before?" he stared at her face. "Am I that oblivious of things besides my obligations?"
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"Andromache's been having dreams of Hector?" Paris asked Helen who was sitting on the front seat of his car, Briseis and Cassandra sat at the back. His car was parked across the street of Angel's Spoon café.
"Yes, ever since we were children she's been talking about a certain 'Hero' in her dreams. Then, she told me yesterday that Hector was that 'Hero'!" Helen explained.
"This is too much of a coincidence!" Briseis exclaimed.
"Why is that?" Helen looked at her.
"Because Hector had been talking about a 'Princess' in his dreams ever since, according to mother, he could talk!" Cassandra informed her. She gestured towards Briseis and Paris, "These two told me yesterday that Hector told them it was Andromache he dreamed of."
"That is strange!" Helen agreed.
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Andromache immediately recognized the only man in the café who wore a blue suit. He had his back turned from the door but she was sure. Hector sat on a corner table of the café. Taking a deep breath, she approached.
"Um, excuse me? Are you the one I'm supposed to meet here?" Hector's eyes widened as he recognized the voice.
"It's her!" His mind screamed. "What am I going to do?"
"Hmm, let's see… How about offering her a seat?" reason told him wryly. With that he stood up to face her.
"Andromache! Yes, I am!" he said as soon as he saw that she was wearing a cream dress. He scrambled to offer her a chair, "Please, have a seat."
"Thank you!" She smiled at him, sitting down.
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XiReN: So ends another chapter! Thanks for the reviews, guys! We appreciate them! Since my computer's busted it'll be wa while beforeI can put another chapter up...
GJeiSlaTe: (isn't chanting anymore but was holding a sledge hammer looking at the phone angrily) Destroy…
XiReN: Uh-oh! Damage control! Bye, guys! Don't forget to leave a review! Till the next chapter! (waves good bye and runs to GJeiSlaTe)
