Thread: Not So Snow White (Mr Quixotic & Aurelia)

It had become an old fashion stare down. A battle of who had more sway, power, and just will power to wait it out, while the other caved. And Sofia was quite certain she was going to lose. While, sure, Hunter had seemed all surprised at her actually putting out a challenge, it didn't last long. His first words had her stomach dropping, even if she didn't move. No caving. Not yet. She was stronger then that and if she could put up with her own mother, then dammit she could stand her ground here! Even as his hand had picked up the threat for only a second. However, it was back down and her eyes were glued to his face. Was he not going to play his card? It seemed not as his words began to fill her with his own situation at hand. Suddenly she felt... something. Be it pity, anger, or something that mixed of the two unpleasantly, she wasn't sure yet. Slowly she decided it leaned more towards pity. That Evelyn had found her hands on him, but also that he had had something apparently dark enough for the woman to grasp on to. That was sort of his own fault and she couldn't feel a bit sorry to at least that aspect. Maybe he had put up some fight, but it also still wagered the fact that he was willing to whore her out. How bad was this secret he was harboring? She didn't even time to give him a look that fully read, yes, she could in fact believe everything he was saying about Evelyn White. If he had grown up with her as long as the black haired female had, he surely would know it too. Sofia's eyes watched him carefully, not even knowing what to expect now. She was still holding her ground. Perhaps in silence, but it was being held. Until his own plan began to form in between the two in the office. The ideas began to swirl, her moral code craving what he was selling as her mind was trying to tell her something completely off the radar. It wouldn't be her just whoring out, she would be helping, it could possible show in favor of her career if she was to make a bust somehow. If she could steal the credit, which she figured it would be due if she did all the work outside of this room. But if that didn't catch her attention, his final offer did. That they would try to take the evil witch down, in full. It was at that moment she knew she had lost the silent, mental fight that had been progressing between the two of them. Plus he played his card. Her hands clenched at her sides soon as she heard the name of the security guard that had just walked her there. She wouldn't go down like this! Sofia White may end up saying everything that was a lie, but she would fight tooth and nail. So soon as the camera clicked back on, and his fingers had dialed a number she already figured would follow, she took in a breath. It wasn't steady, far from it, but it would have to work. Coming at the desk, she reached over his desk. Grasping the phone, she lifted it only so she could slam it back down to end the call. Narrowed amber eyes that probably looked alive like fire at the moment, towards Hunter Forsythe. Keeping her hands planted in the small passing moment, leaned just so over the desk, she finally, fluidly in smoothness, pushed herself up and stepped back. Taking another, shorter, shaky breath, turned to look into the camera and spoke crispy and clear even as she felt her insides twist like they were being shaken violently. Yes, I had and was aware of the possession of the drugs in my bag though I am not selling them. She paused only a moment, swallowing in what felt like sandpaper. However, I am willing to cooperate on finding the people responsible for the distribution. If she hadn't looked like she was about in tears before, she might have now. But it also mixed with a look that came with her taking that camera cord and wrapping it around the older man's neck to strangle him half to death... or more. Silence fell for a few seconds before she looked back up to the Dean. Good?