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Chapter Two: The Meeting.
Kori Anders pulled her long, sleek hair into a tight bun. Normally, her hair swung down her back in flashes of red. However; today was different for Kori. She had to look professional for her upcoming job interview. The black business suit Kori wore, clung to her body revealing all of her curves. Rachel had suggested that wearing tight, revealing clothes would increase her chances of getting the job.
"I believe, I am ready!" Kori said to herself, checking her makeup one last time. A accent highlighted Kori Anders words, as she spoke. A few years ago, Kori had migrated from a distant country. The young redhead had been taught English at a younger age, but her English was still slightly shaky. Smiling, Kori picked up her leather purse. Rachel sat upon her own cot, scribbling down words upon her homework paper.
"Alright." Rachel grumbled, hauling her body off of the bed. Usually, Kori would have driven herself to the interview; however, Kori's car had been totaled day's before. At least the driver that had head rammed Kori's car, had offered to pay in full for hitting Kori's small auto. It was miracle that Kori had been in a store buying clothes at the time of the accident; because the charging car most certainly would have killed Kori, if she had been inside of the vehicle.
"Why shall tight fitting clothes, help me get the job? Kori questioned, watching Rachel scramble around the room. After acquiring her clothes and wallet, Rachel dragged Kori out of the room. Rachel began silently contemplating ways to answer Kori's question without damaging the girl's innocence.
"Men are pigs." Rachel grumbled, walking down the now vacant hallway. Memories blurred Rachel's vision momentarily, making Rachel shake her head. She did not have any luck with men, but she didn't want any fortune in that area. Everything was already to confusing, and she did not want a man to come screw with her heart. Rachel had spent most of her childhood, living at monastery with a bunch of monks. When she turned ten, her mother took Rachel away from her homestead. A few years after Rachel began to live with her mother, Rachel's father returned to their home. He turned extremely abusive.
"I do not agree, friend Rachel! I believe that males are quite awesome." Starfire chirped, hopping into the parking lot. A few passing males began to catcall with excitement, making Rachel roll her eyes and glare. Raising her hand in the air, Rachel gave a highly rude but amusing sign with her finger. Rachel was used to hearing men whistle, when she was with Starfire. The girl seemed to attract men from all over the galaxy.
"Let's just go." Rachel growled, unlocking her small automobile. Swinging the doors open, the pair entered the car. A large gust of smoke pooled out of the car's backside, as Rachel started the car. A prolonged bang filled the afternoon air, while Rachel ignited the engine. People around them stared, when Rachel's shabby car spluttered out of the parking lot. She could real care less about what they thought. The people staring probably had everything handed to them on a silver platter, since they were born.
"Are you alright? You seem to be highly agitated." Starfire said, looking at her friend with concern. A blue Chevy cut Rachel off, making her honk in fury. Speeding down the highway, Rachel silently cursed the evil driver. The car roared ungracefully over the black pavement, making spluttering noises as it chugged along.
"Aren't I always highly agitated?" Rachel questioned, finally calming down. She had already accepted the fact that half the living population was afraid of her, and the other fifty percent would fear her; if she ever encountered them. It wasn't like she could blame them. Most of the time she had a hood hiding her face, and she had a tendency to mumble. Their was only one person other than Kori, who did not seem fazed by Rachel's exterior. That person was Garfield Logan; she loathed him.
"My boss is an ass." Rachel muttered, her purple eyes flashing. It hadn't been fair. After Rachel had changed her clothing, and arrived at work; she had been chewed out by a head librarian. However, Garfield arrived late on a daily bases and nothing was ever said to him. Gripping the steering wheel tighter, Rachel pulled the car into Bruce Enterprises. Kori was interviewing for a job as a errand runner, who would do all the small tasks.
"My stomach obtains the feelings of butterflies." Kori cried, rubbing her stomach melodramatically. Rachel gave a swift nod of acknowledgment of Kori's comment. The redheaded girl fixed her makeup in the mirror, before giving a cheerful wave.
"I'll pick you up in a hour." Rachel stated, pulling out of the parking lot. Turning towards the building, Kori was surprised by the size of Bruce Enterprises. The building covered three acres of land, and it stared at her menacingly. Another notch of worry overcame her, when she realized that she didn't know where she was going. The newspaper had simply given a address.
"Oh, dear." Starfire whimpered, walking towards the large building. Opening the door of the building, Kori entered a extremely large lobby. The floor was made from white granite, and the ceiling had beautiful paintings smeared across them. A young lady was centered at the front desk behind a marble countertop. However, the girl was blabbering on the phone. Approaching the front desk, Kori hesitantly asked for the girl's assistance. After a few minutes of no responses from the desk girl, Kori began to panic. Her watch read the time 4:05; she was late!
"May I interrupt, please." Kori whimpered, addressing the girl again. Scowling, the girl placed the phone against her shoulder blade.
"No, I'm in the middle of a important phone call." The girl growled, as she began to talk on the telephone again. Close to tears, Kori walked away from the front desk. There was no way she was going to get the job now. Walking towards the couches in the middle of the lobby, Kori sunk into a large sofa. What was she going to do?
"Are you alright?" A voice asked from behind her. Jerking around, Kori encountered a very good looking, black haired man. His eyes were hidden behind sunglasses, while his fingers were shoved into the pockets of his suit. Smiling in shock, Kori took in the welcoming sight before her.
"I believe alright, but could you tell me where Richard Grayson's office is?" Kori questioned, showing her white, sparkling teeth. Even in her home country, Kori had not seen a man as good looking as him. The man seemed quite taken with her, as well. However, she was to stunned to notice.
"It's on the fourth floor, room 2B. Nice to meet you, Kori Anders; I'm Richard Grayson." Richard said, shaking Kori's hand. Richard smiled at her, making Kori blush profusely. Taking his hand, Kori squeezed his fingers with enjoyment. 'His limbs are quite muscular,' Kori thought.
"My deepest apologies for not making it to your office on time!" Kori cried, feeling heat rush to her cheeks. The blush that painted her cheeks, gave Kori a fiery look that lighted the whole room. The girl from the countered glared, as she hung up the telephone.
"It's alright, I saw you walk into the building. My pathetic staff is the only reason you didn't arrive on time. I'm sorry about the desk clerk; I've been meaning to fire her for awhile." Richard stated, making simple hand gestures. "I was just about to go out to lunch; are you hungry?"
"What of my interview?" Kori asked, glancing down at her resume. Smiling, Richard took the document from her grasp. Glancing through it quickly, he handed the papers back to Kori. A daze overcame Kori, as Richard gave her a encouraging smile. 'I believe friend Rachel is wrong; this man is most certainly not a pig,' Kori contemplated.
"We can have it during the meal. I usually don't make applicants come to lunch, but my uncle gave me a ravenous workout this morning." Richard smiled, placing his hands into his pockets. 'He does have nice muscle's; his body appears to be quite niceā¦. It is not respectable for me think this way,' Kori reflected.
"Alright! First I must acquire a phone, so I may call my friend Rachel."
"No! I'm not going!" Rachel hollered, glaring at the old, wrinkly head librarian. The old lady's eyes showed fear, but she did not back down. Clutching a dusty novel in anger, Rachel furiously shoved the book into its correct place. The bookshelf spewed dust, when Rachel smacked the wooden item in fury. The head librarian sneezed heftily, making Rachel smirk.
"You were already late yesterday! If you don't show up for the dance, then I'll fire you!" the head librarian said, waving her arms in front of her. Fists curling in anger, Rachel dug her fingers into her flesh. Pain enticed her, and blood drizzled down her palms.
"Alright." Raven scowled, returning to her work. Without her job at the library, Rachel wouldn't be able to pay off her debts. College was expensive, and so was the food. Slamming another book into the shelf, Rachel heard Garfield Logan enter the library. Mr. Logan was late, again!
"Damn it." Rachel swore, making the people reading their books turn to stare at her. A mother began to usher her children out of the room, trying to get away from the foul language. Another bad day was stalking her, and she couldn't have cared less about the staring readers.
"Take a picture; it lasts longer!" Rachel scowled, as people began to scramble out of the library. The only reason the head librarian was making her go to the dance was, because the political butt holes liked to ogle at her. It was embarrassing to have them stare at her all night long. It was unfortunate that those idiots were the ones, who controlled the libraries budget.
"Hey, Rae! You know the rule about swearing in the library." Garfield Logan stated, arriving from behind her. Turning around, Rachel gave Garfield her best death glare. However, Garfield's smile did not disappear. Ignoring his comment, Rachel slammed another book into the bookcase. Rachel could feel Garfield's eyes upon her, and a growl came from Rachel's throat.
"So! I really could care less!" Rachel roared, her eyes flashing. Smiling, Garfield merely continued to watch Rachel work. She couldn't take Garfield's prying eyes any longer. "What do you want?"
"Nothing." Garfield smirked, enjoying the look upon Rachel's face. Wrinkling her nose in infuriation, Rachel slammed another book into the shelf. Maybe if she kept forcing dust into the air, then her irritating boss would go away. After several moments of uncomfortable silence, Rachel jerked herself around with a book in her hand. Accidentally, Rachel struck Garfield Logan in the face.
"Ouch!" Garfield whimpered, as he smacked his hand to his face. Clutching the spot where Rachel had battered him, he slowly let out a moan of pain. No matter how much Rachel disliked Gar, she would have never purposely smacked him.
"I'm sorry." Rachel whimpered, looking at him with concern. A small amount of swelling had already began to show, making Rachel feel extremely guilty. "I'll be back; I'm going to go get some wet towels and a first aid kit."
"Okay! Please, hurry." Garfield groaned, grasping his face. This was defiantly going to hurt him, when morning came. A few people entered the library while giving him looks of pure concern. Still, Garfield tried to put a smile upon his face. Carrying a bulky quantity of supplies, Rachel returned to Garfield.
"Hold still! This is going to sting." Rachel muttered, placing some disinfectant onto a rag. Placing it upon Garfield's wound, a burning feeling engrossed his face. 'Since when did the libraryget a first aid kit,' Garfield contemplated.
"Ouch! Rachel that hurts." Garfield whimpered, as Rachel placed the rag onto the wound. It burned immensely, and he backed himself into the nearest wall. A flash of annoyance flickered in Rachel's eyes, when she approached him again. Rachel was one scary women, when agitated.
"Don't be such a baby." Raven hissed, shoving the towel against Garfield's face. Sighing, Garfield shut his eyes in pain. It was almost comforting, having Rachel watching over him. A rustling could be heard, and Beast Boy reopened his eyes. She appeared to know what she was doing, then it comes to medical things. He began to realize, how little he knew about Rachel Roth. It was strange; he suddenly wanted to get to know her with the utmost intensity.
"Hey; where did you learn all of this stuff?" Garfield questioned, watching Rachel carefully. For a second, sadness clouded in Rachel's eyes. However, she quickly brushed it away. After all the time he had spent in the library, Garfield had never seen Rachel laugh or smile. A resolution approached his mind, and he vowed to make Rachel show her feelings.
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