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Chapter 3 - Fly Me to the Moon... err... Colonies
She walked through the long corridor that led to the office with a look that would scare the devil himself. She reached two mahogany doors and pushed them open. The doors flung open with such a loud bang that everyone who was standing behind her looked in her direction, surprised by the loud noise. She looked at the large space that stood behind the door. 'Where the hell's that secretary?' She got near the door and heard some shuffeling coming from the inside of the office. 'Guess that answers that question.' She grabbed the bronze handles and swung the doors open. These, too, opened with a bang.
What she saw inside made her blood boil. There they were. Two people that tried to making it seem as if they were working. The fact that their clothes looked all disheveled didn't really help their cause. His hair was a mess, and her blouse was all wrinkled. Not to mention the fact that her lips looked swollen.
"Oh give it up." She said in an irritated manner. Dorothy walked up to the desk and looked at the sight before her. She wasn't ugly, she was a plain type of pretty. Dark brown hair that brought out green eyes. For some reason she thought of Trowa. This of course was not his sister, but she looked like she might as well be.
The woman tried to fixed her clothes as fast as possible. She knew she was being stared at, which only made her more nervous. Her hands were shaking so badly that she had trouble buttoning her blouse. She was surprised when slender fingers removed her hands from where they had been and finished buttoning up her blouse. She looked up at Dorothy.
"Done and done. Now you can get out and start doing some real work."
The blond man put his tie on, straightening his shirt, and rubbed off what appeared to be lip gloss off his cheeks. The woman straightened her skirt, and ran out of the office, shutting the door behind her.
Dorothy was so angry she could scream. Thankfully, she had self control.
She had been stuck at the landing area for shuttles for more than 4 hours.'He has time to fool around with his secretary, but doesn't have time to send someone to pick up his bodyguard. MEN! Better yet, RICH MEN!' She had been told by Lady Une that Mr. Winner had arranged it so that she would be picked up by one of his men. No such man showed up. She took a taxi from the shuttle port to Winner Enterprises and was greeted with Quatre and his secretary, trying to make believe they were working. 'There's no doubt in my mind anymore. He's deffinetly a playboy. Either that or he belongs to an escort service.' She smirked a bit at her next thought. 'Maybe he runs the escort service. Hm.'
Quatre ran a hand through his hair and smiled at her. "Miss Dorothy, have we forgotten what manners are?"
Dorothy looked at him incredulously, she couldn't believe it! "Mr. Winner, I think you are hardly in the position to tell me what manners are. But then again I wasn't aware that it was office etiquette to fool around with your secretary. Especially since she is someone that has been leaking information about you and your financial status to the media."
"You must be confused. Agent Roberts was the culprit, not Mary." He said looking through the documents in his desk. He was thankful that he had heard the loud bang from the doors, or else he might have been caught in a very compromising position.
"Mary? On a first name basis already? My, my. It seems this one might actually get you to the altar." Dorothy laughed. "For a playboy, you sure are naive. Ms. Avalon was at one time the girlfriend of Roberts. They broke it off a couple of weeks ago. Not only that but she used to work for the Military's Investigation Department, from where she was dismissed for not following the rules and having bad work ethics. Thanks to her traning as a military officer she was able to leak information out of your accounts and your personal planner with ease. But then again, I don't know if I should be telling you this. It seems to me that you have become the kind of man that doesn't bother knowing such things as an employee's background as long as you get what you want from her. Or am I wrong?"
Quatre scowled. "I don't think it's wise to be talking to your employer and superior in such a patronizing tone, Agent Catalonia. Or have you forgotten that you are here to be my bodyguard."
Dorothy's eyes narrowed. "Is that so? Well then I must have suffered a stupid attack. Here I thought I was under Lady Une's jurisdiction, that this was just another assignment, and that I was protecting your best interest by telling you what your backstabbing secretary does behind your back. But I suppose you see her firing as an inconvenience for what she is really here for. Huh Mr. Winner?"
Quatre scowled again. He didn't like what Dorothy was implying, he wasn't the type of man that would use women in any way. But then again he understood why she would get that impression. The fact that all of his friendships were turned into conquests and what not on the society pages, him being a playboy was a logical conclusion to come to. Him loosing control with the secretary was unacceptable, so Dorothy had been right about that. Nevertheless she was being disrespectful, but he'd let it slip by. After all, it was Dorothy.
He picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Ms. Avalon come into my office immediatly. It's urgent."
Dorothy smirked. "Well I bet she hasn't heard those words before."
Mary came in, with a pad and pen in hand. "Yes Mr. Winner?"
Quatre looked at her with an indifferent look. "You're fired, please collect your personal things immediatly." He sighed. "You can go now."
"But-but-but Mr. Winner. I don't unders--"
Dorothy cut her off. "Your involvement with Agent Roberts makes you a highly suspicious person. And the fact that you've been leaking information to the press and political rebels doesn't help your cause. Do as Mr. Winner says or I will have security escort you out personally, and sue you for breach of your contract and for invading Mr. Winner's privacy."
Mary's eyes narrowed for a second, and then she nodded. Dorothy Catalonia wasn't someone she wanted to mess with. "As you wish." She bowed and exited the office.
Dorothy watched her go. When she turned around to look to where Quatre's desk was she was face to face with his chest. She looked up. 'When did he get this tall?' He was somwhere around 6'3". She could see through his suit that he worked out. She looked up and looked at his eyes. The innocence that she had seen there almost 5 years ago was still there, along with something else that she couldn't describe. His hair still covered his eyes, and was the same shade of blonde as before. His skin looked soft, and he smelled like something... something sweet and spicy. 'He still wears the same cologne'. She breathed in the smell, but supressed the memories the scent brought to her mind. She hadn't realized that he had his hands on her shoulders until she looked away from his eyes.
Dorothy took a step backward. "Mr. Winner, please make sure you keep your distance from me at all times."
Quatre sighed softly and ran his hand through his hair. "Ms. Catalonia, I was not able to arrange an apartment for you, or a hotel suite. You will be staying in my house until we leave for Earth next week. Once we're on Earth we'll be staying in hotel suites, yours will be next to mine of course, and will be joined by a door."
He looked at the closed door. "Now there's the pressing matter of finding a trustworthy secretary."
She kept her eyes on him. "I have already arranged for one. He will be here first thing tomorrow morning. You won't have to worry about the press learning of any of your private matters anymore. Mr. Stanton is a trustworthy man that has worked for the Preventers for some time now."
"It seems you took care of everything Agent Catalonia. You have my gratitude."
Dorothy smirked. She was about to reply but decided against it. If this mission was going to go smoothly, she would have to make nice with Winner. Not that it would be hard. From what she had heard, and experienced, Quatre was quite the easy going, friendly man. 'This should be a piece of cake.'
Quatre looked at his watch. 6:00 p.m. He walked to his desk and picked up his brief case. "I'll be heading home now, will you be acompanying me in the same car, or have you arranged a different means of transportation?"
Dorothy scowled. 'Damn colonies.' Even though she could get away with driving without a license on Earth, the colonies were a different story. After her shuttle had landed, and Quatre's men were nowhere in sight, Dorothy had gone to rent a car, but was denied the right due to the fact that her license had been revoked on Earth three times already.
"Mr. Winner I am your bodyguard, we are not to be separated at any time."
"Is that so?" he asked with a smirk. "Does this mean that I don't have to go through the trouble of telling the maids to have a room ready for you when we arrive at my estate? It would be nice to try and see how much we've grown in a certain area." He held Dorothy's chin, making her look up at his eyes which were implying the obvious, with a sly smirk on his face.
Dorothy removed his finger from under her chin. She wanted to slap the smirk off his face. "Mr. Winner, gentlemen don't imply such things. But then again, gentlemen don't have sex in their place of work either."
"And ladies don't get involved with married men Ms. Dorothy." He opened the door and watched as Dorothy walked stiffly out of the office with a scowl in her face. 'So, the rumors were true?'
So much for becoming quick buddies.
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When he entered the room the temperature seemed to drop. He was as stoic as ever, and one could guess a bit annoyed. At what? Duo would rather not know.
"What are you doing here? Didn't you have two months off or something?" Duo asked, looking at Heero with inquiring eyes.
"I see you've been talking to Dorothy."
Duo sighed. He had been looking forward to getting away from Heero's glare for the next two months. 'I wonder what could ha--'. Then it hit him. "Don't tell me you and Relena got into ANOTHER argument? Over what this time? Chairs? Her hair color? You hair style? How you watch over her like you're her shadow?"
Heero glared, but didn't answer. It was true, he and Relena argued over stupid things, but at least they were communicating. And that's one of the things that kept their relationship stable, and on a smooth course. Besides, it made the sex better. (hehe).
"I'm telling ya buddy, you gotta give women their space, and let them do what they will. With limits of course. You don't wanna suffocate poor Relena do ya?" Duo looked at him and smiled. "Look at me and Dorothy."
Heero looked at him and raised an eyebrow. He bit the inside of his cheek in order to not burst out laughing.
"Sure," Duo continued, ignoring Heero's expression. "She doesn't know I'm in love with her. But I'm not running the risk of loosing her, seeing as she's had 9 relationships in the past two years. Which means that she hasn't found the one, and is just looking for a good time, someone who can distract her. Someday soon she'll come to realize that I'm good for her, that I'm the one for her. And we'll have a happily ever after, with 10 kids."
"You sure about that?" Heero asked.
"Of course. Plus she won't be going on missions for a while, because of what happened with you, and because of her grandmother."
"Duo, you do know that she's on a job right now?" Heero said as he logged into his account and began typing away.
"What are you talking about? She's Lady Une's secretary. And besides she hasn't metioned it to me."
"Are you scuh a big part of her life that she tells you everything?" Heero glanced at Duo for a second, and then turned back to his computer screen.
Duo hesitated to answer. What kind of question was that? Of course he was a big part of her life, he's that important. Sure, him and Dorothy weren't buddy buddy, but they got along great. 'Sort of. I make her laugh.' And she always told him things like her missions. 'Well, not always.' Missions. Heero had said something about Dorothy being on a mission.
"What job is she on?"
"She will be Quatre's body guard until they find a suitable one for him. She's on L4 right now." Heero answered.
"Oh..." His heart dropped a little, but he recovered quickly. "Well I know nothing's gonna happen. Quatre isn't interested in Dorothy when he's got herds of beautiful women at his beck and call. So I'm in safe territory." Duo said, although he didn't believe his own words for a second.
"You seem to forget that everyone knows that Quatre has a thing for Dorothy, everyone that's important anyways. What make you think he wouldn't make a move on her? He's been attracted to her for years now."
"Relena gossips too much." Duo said turning around in his chair. Heero was right.
"What do you expect from a woman?" the voice came from the door.
"Wufei, there are these thigns called manners. I don't know if you've heard of them. And you know butting into someone's conversation is a lack of manners, as well as not knocking before entering."
Wufei looked at Duo. "You sound more and more like Dorothy every day. If I didn't know better I'd think you were in love with her."
Duo laughed. "Me? In love with Dorothy? Yeah right." But truth be told I love her more than my life.
"And the door was open too, no sense in knocking there. Anyways," Wufei said, turning to Heero. "Here are the reports you asked me for on the phone. Make some sense out of them, I'm tired of looking at them. Give me a call if you figure them out." With that he left the office.
"You should be careful, and tell her how you feel before someone else does. I get the feeling that that attraction Quatre has for her isn't one sided. Remember that they were involved 5 years ago." Heero said as he stood and walked out of the office.
Duo stood up and walked to the window. He stood there for a while. Heero was right, he had to make his move soon. He just didn't know when. He looked at his watch, and grabbed his coat off the coat rack. 'Sylvia better be ready, I don't want to miss the previews.'
Sorry it took so long guys.. but I'm making it up as I go along
Please bear with me.
I'm making the guys tall 'cause I love tall guys... lol. And I made Dorothy tall 'cause she doesn't strike me as the short type..lol.. and 'cause I'm tall. :)
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