Disclaimer: I do not own anything. I wish I did though.
*daydreams of the possibilities of owning darling little Wesley*
Wesley: *looks warily about*
In which there is potential
"Evangeline Chang." Sloan's voice rang out clearly in the empty space of the dining area.
"Daughter of one of Chinatown's illustrious, underground crime bosses." A simple folder slid across the wooden table and was stopped by the elegant fingers of the woman known as Fox. She delicately turned through the pages looking at surveillance photographs and formal paperwork.
"Well trained in martial arts and she's currently on anti-anxiety medication." Fox's eyes darted up from the table to look at Sloan.
"Suffers from panic attacks," he continued with a meaningful raise of his eyebrows. The rest of the Fraternity members glanced at each other, seemingly communicating an entire conversation in that one gesture. Sloan placed his hands on the table and leaned over.
"I want this one."
Evangeline Chang meanwhile, was halfway across town, sitting in the backseat of one of her family's several cars on the way home from school. Her uniform was neat, pressed, presentable. From the top of her head down to her shoes, she was neat as a pin. Evangeline's mother wouldn't have it any other way. As the daughter of Congressman Chang, it was her responsibility, nay her DUTY to be presentable at all times.
As the car turned into the long driveway leading up to the Chang household, Evangeline's cell phone rang too life. All the while praying it wasn't her mother, she peered at the caller ID. "Damn" No such luck.
"Wei, Ma?"
"Evangeline!" Her mother had a bad habit of screeching into phones, not trusting modern technology enough to speak at a more conventional volume.
"Yeah, Ma."
"The Henry's are coming over for dinner later. I want you to go home and change!" Evangeline rolled her eyes.
"Ma, I have too much homework. You can't possibly expect me to waste time entertaining the Henry's."
"Evangeline Chang! You will do as I say! They have a son, James. Don't make me lose face!" And with that last order, the phone went dead. The car lurched to a stop and its passenger, without waiting for the chauffeur to come around, bolted from the car into the house.
The entire expanse of the Chang residence was decidedly Western in structure, but was not by any means without Oriental touches in the décor. The congressman, an avid supporter of the martial arts, had not only encouraged his daughter to train in the discipline, but had accumulated a rather extensive collections of weapons that hung from various walls of the house.
As the door shut behind her, Evangeline grudgingly dragged herself up the flight of stairs and into her room. After all, she had a dinner to prepare for.
Unbeknownst to her, the man they call the Repairman was watching her every move.
*Wah* So, first story ever! .
Please give feedback. I have a few more chapters on deck, and I will release them if this tidbit seems to generate some interest.
And PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE don't hesitate to offer some constructive criticism. :)
Always happy to hear it. But no flames please :(
They make me cry T^T
*sobs all over Wesley*
Wesley: Urgh... right... I'm sorry?