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Thread: Road to Recovery [Winter Soldier - Virginia & Defiant]

I'll add some color to my posts soon. I'm responding from my phone today. Also, apologies on this taking so long! Every time, she half assumed it would be the day this bandaid of a solution stopped working. He would be too far gone too back to himself? and stop her. He wouldn't just hold still for the needle, and there wasn't much she could do when that happened. Elise wasn't someone who dealt with the asset when he was having issues there were people for that. It was hard to find a doctor with questionable morals who'd actually graduated with a good degree. There were more disposable employees. Techs, the hired muscle, basically any number of people who were below Elise. She knew it, they knew it, and it was why a stern word or her particularly well mastered elitist look of disapproval worked. Rank in HYDRA mattered, and she was just 'worth more' than they were. This was the kind of place where she thrived, and she had. Up until growing a conscience. Or the slightly starved conscience crawling out of the box she'd shoved it into and promptly taking over, whichever was more accurate. When he killed the man, Elise winced and leaned away from him for a moment. Then she returned to her initial position, back straight, briefcase in her lap. She didn't really want to, but the brunette had spent years forcing herself to at least look like she was maintaining composure. She'd never seen someone die before, at least not in person. She'd watching the asset's kills so that she could properly debrief him and analyze him to find out if he needed to be wiped or not. Those were on a small screen and often with other employees and no sound, though. It was very different, more than she thought it would be, to see it in person. The project is over. Whatever you've got in you, they -- we can't get out. She couldn't exclude herself right now. They both knew better, and it wasn't like it made any difference how she phrased it, really. You don't have very much time. The driver will know soon something's not right, you're either going to need to get out or kill him. She didn't answer the 'why', because it would take too long. There was no easy answer that she could think of that didn't involve why she was who she was. I couldn't print off your files, just read as much as I could. So she knew things that she couldn't just give to him like the briefcase. She wasn't sure what good it was, but she'd wanted to know. She wasn't going to offer him the briefcase or anything like that. It was a gesture she couldn't make hadn't even really thought to make. Did it make her selfish that she was forcing him to take it by force or by letting her go entirely? It wasn't really a full offer of freedom if she wasn't handing it to him. Maybe fully selfless gestures weren't something she could do. It wasn't how you got anywhere in the world.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

The black car had stretched on and on, until it was revealed that it was not an ordinary car, but a sleek Mercedes SUV limousine . The back door had opened, revealing a posh grey leather interior , thick carpet, and TV screens. Ice clinked in the glasses in holder, but there was only one man sitting in the four-person room. He smiled at her through the window and raised a manicured brow as if she was the most amusing person in the world. His dark hair and olive skin spoke of some Mediterranean or Mideastern heritage, and the closely cropped beard was an interesting contrast to the expensive suit he wore. Even in the dim light of his overhead cabin, everything about the man screamed 'money'. Miss Sadie, I am not here to hurt you. He held up a fan of money. One hundred dollar bills splayed from his lean, elegant fingers. There had to be nearly a dozen in his hand. I merely want to offer you a job proposal, and if you will kindly come in and discuss it with me this is your payment. Just hear me out, my dear. There is nothing to lose, and much to gain. The car had stopped and the front seat passenger had exited the vehicle. He reached to open the door for her as if it was assumed she would accept the offer of a discussion. The man in the back seat smiled at her. Please. On my honor, I wish to discuss things with you only. You will not come to harm. He waited for his bodyguard to close the door before her, then he laid the one hundred dollar bills on the little table in front of them. My name is Amir. I want to hire you, my dear, but not for dancing. Not...exactly. His smile flashed a line of white, perfect teeth at her. Tell me, my dear. Can you type? His eyes roamed over her legs and hips freely, drinking in the feminine curves of the young woman in his limousine. He found her sweetness today to be exactly as he needed it. As if his prayers had been heard this delectable girl walked in and was the key to getting what he wanted, and now all he needed was for her to say yes once. The first 'yes' was always the hardest, and though she was in his car, she had not said those words to him. Not yet. He had a feeling that it was just a matter of time.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

He smiled as he sat back and waited for her. Her answer was a yes. It wasnt just a yes, but a yes I can, very well as a matter of fact, and why do you want to know kind of response. For a woman who had just begged to prostitute herself on stage for 110th of what he had just offered to pay her for one evenings conversation, she thought mighty highly of herself. His smile slid wider. He sat forward, his hands loosely clasped on his knees, and looked deeply into her eyes. His gaze bespoke of exotic places and unspoken pleasures. In this case I am not truly seeking a typist. I am seeking an actress a spy. I need a person who is willing to do whatever it takes to bring a very bad man to justice, and who does not mind being paid very, very handsomely for her part. He reached forward and picked up a slim bottle which he poured into both iced glasses. The man I speak of is a thief, a liar, and a murderer. He must be brought to justice but it can only be done on the inside. Amir lifted the two glasses and offered one to her. I will arrange for you to have a wardrobe, an adequate resume, and a job in his office. You will catch his eye but avoid any advances that he makes on you. He took a sip and smiled, catlike, above the rim. Eventually he will be so intrigued that he will seek you out. Perhaps allow it to be known subtly that you are struggling financially. He will eventually seek out a financial arrangement with you. His eyebrow peaked as he offered that scenario. You must make him vulnerable to you so that he begins to tell you things. Ill assist you in this Ill tell you what to ask, what information we want, and once we have recorded what we need to record, then we will bring down this bad person, and justice will be served. Of course you will wonder what is in it for you, do you not? He took a long sip of his drink, a fruit essence vodka that was dry and crisp with a hint of sweet, and set the glass down. The job you will take pays approximately thirty-four hundred a month. Not much, but it is entry level. I will double it. He shrugged. If you are able to gather the information I need then I will give you a bonus. A car, a house, money for your childs college. Whatever. He didnt seem too concerned about what she might ask for. All I need is for you to say, yes. This is the chance of a lifetime. Dont let it slip out of your hands.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

In this case I am not truly seeking a typist. So it was too good to be true. She tensed, watching as he poured vodka into the glasses, turning his words over in her mind, the cadence with which he spoke was almost lyrical. He wanted an actress, so he came to a strip club and followed the girl home that made the least convincing slut? None of it made sense. Sir... Mr. Amir... She declined the glass she couldn't drink. Not legally, and more importantly, not from a stranger's glass. She had a silly worry that somehow he had already drugged her or something, that this was some weird dream she was having. He didn't seem to have heard her and pressed on, explaining the terms, new clothes, a job that paid more than her lack of a high school diploma would ever allow her. With that money she really could go to school, like Chad had suggested to her. Not just for her GED, but college... But the real job would be seducing the bad guy, the thief, the murderer. Not typing. She smoothed her dress down her thighs nervously as he held the offer out to her, so sweet she could almost taste it. College for Evie. She would have the life that she was entitled to, not the sad life Sadie had been able to provide for her. That caught her attention and held it in a vice. But... Clearly she wasn't the seductive one of the bunch, she hadn't gotten the dancing job. Why was she singled out? It didn't make any sense. I can't say yes, not until I know more about this... bad guy. She tucked a loose curl away from her face, her eyes falling on the stack of money, and then Amir, her brow furrowed. What exactly did he do? I have-- I have someone I am responsible for. She didn't know if he knew about Evie, but if he didn't, she wanted to keep it that way. I can't put myself in danger, even for that money. They need me to... care for them. Thirty-four hundred, maybe even more? She could move out of the city, into the suburbs. Evie could go to one of those nice, private preschools.... But what good would all of that money be, if she was murdered by some psychopath? Evie would end up in the system anyway.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

His smile was superior as he watched her nervous hands smooth down her dress. She was cautious, that meant she was somewhat intelligent, even for a woman. Everything in life is dangerous. You could have been mugged on the way home from this little dancing trail, no? Your 'someone' who you are responsible to, they would have had to bury you. He shrugged. I am giving you a chance at a better life, and all you have to do is gather information. There is no reason he needs to suspect you. None. His gaze drifted across her face and then traveled down her legs. He would not seek to harm you anyway. You will be nobody to him. At first. His lips thinned as a predatory smile grew. But think of it as being hired to spy for your country, hm? You are gathering information and you will be greatly rewarded for your work. You will never have to walk into a place like The Toybox again, not unless you decide you wish to buy the establishment. Between you and me, those girls are nothing but walking corpses. They have no heart . You... you are special. He will see that, and thus you will lure him into your web. Our web. He plucked his glass again and held it, his gaze thoughtful as he beheld the woman seated across from him. You do not have to decide right away. You can some see me tomorrow. He reached into his pocket and withdrew a business card. It had only his first name and a number on it, but the quality of the card was first class. Let my driver take you to your home. You can take your money, he indicated the twelve hundred with a negligent wave of his hand. If I do not hear from you by noon tomorrow then I will look for someone else, but if you call then we will work out the details. His dark eyes softened as he regarded the emotions that crossed her face. It is truly the chance of a lifetime. Do not overlook it and regret it for the rest of your life. You will not get this offer from me again.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

Amir had watched her walking down the dark sidewalk, her back straight and her stride confident, even though she was the most vulnerable thing out that night. He smiled to himself. She was already saying yes, even if she wanted to convince herself otherwise. The call later that night confirmed it. Miss Sadie, it's good to hear your voice. I'm sure you won't be disappointed. His smile was almost audible. On the other end of the line he picked up a stout crystal glass filled with golden liquid. He had once calculated the cost per half-ounce sip to about 50, and he had filled it to the two-finger mark. The entire glass was probably valued at 350 for the contents alone, not to mention that the Waterford glass he held was probably a couple of hundred dollars. He deserved the best, though he had been chosen to be born to his family, to inherit the wealth that his father had set aside, and had his older brother not stolen the family wealth and run away to America nearly five decades ago, he would have had all this and more. So much more. Why don't you join me for breakfast in the morning? He stroked the lip of the glass and listened to the gentle hum. Say... eight o'clock at the Carlyle Hotel on 76th street? The restaurant is divine. Do wear comfortable shoes, though if you do agree to be my... employee... then my concierge will take you to ensure that you are properly outfitted for the task, eh? He took another sip. Text me your address if you want me to send a car around to you. Otherwise, have a good night, Miss Sadie. I look forward to our negotiations tomorrow. He hung up the phone and slipped it back into his shirt pocket. He tilted his head to look at the blond hair bobbing over his cock. Her eyes were watering, the mascara drawing dark lines down her perfect porcelain cheeks. He liked the newer ones. They were barely legal and they still thought that they might wind up on the big screen or walking down some catwalk if they sucked enough expensive chum into their tight, size 00 waists. He reached out and stroked her hair, smiling at her as she frantically worked to please him. A few minutes later the eighteen year old stumbled back out onto the streets, her too-high heels held in one hand and a single hundred clutched in the other. She had enough for a fix she needed a fix. Looking around she began to stumble away, her young dreams dashed against the rocks as casually as the rich man had cum in her throat, then held her face down as she gagged down every drop he shot into her, until she began to choke on his stinging seed and it came out of her nose and made her eyes water even harder. Amir zipped up his Italian trousers and dabbed at the small smudge where the whore's makeup had rubbed off, then downed the rest of his drink. Let's go home, he said to his driver. The bodyguard in the passenger seat nodded then slid the window shut, and the armored limo eased out into the New York night.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

Eight o'clock? She didn't usually drop Evie off with Danielle until eight-thirty. I'll be there, she found herself saying, but she wasn't sure how she could be. She knew exactly where the hotel was though she had never been there, her family had often stayed at the Waldorf-Astoria, just ten minutes away. It was where she was supposed to have her debutante ball... Before she had screwed all of that up, picked Seth over everything. She didn't regret what had come out of it, just that it had to happen with such a douche. Nearly as soon as they had hung up, another phone call popped up-- Danielle. She had totally forgotten to call her, after the impromptu job interview in the limo. Sadie, oh my gosh, I was seriously about to wake the kids up and go file a missing person report-- Danielle, Dani, I'm sorry, I got caught up. Everything's okay. I'm home, everything's fine. I should've called, I'm sorry. She heard a sigh of relief on the other line. Well, thank goodness for that. So the thing at the Toybox didn't work out? I would say that's too bad, but that place is gross... If I ever catch Jeff there, I'd have to delouse him before I divorce him... Yeah, it didn't work out, but listen. I have a job interview early tomorrow morning. I need to drop Evie off early, okay? Bring her by whenever, it's fine. Is this the limo thing? What kind of job interview starts with being picked up in a limo? It's an office job. It wasn't technically a lie... This could be big for me... For us. Thank you, Dani. I'll see you bright and early tomorrow. It was stupid, but Sadie found herself wishing that she could've brought Evie along the next morning. There was so much of the city that she wanted to show her, places that she should've grown up going to. She had used some of the money that Amir had given her for a cab it was pricey, but she didn't want to give up her sense of privacy. Living alone with a little girl to protect had taught her to keep her guard up, that anyone could be a creep with an ulterior motive... And the less she revealed about herself, the better. She had picked something from her own closet, much more conservative than what she had worn to the Toybox a pristine white dress she had worn to dinner parties in the old days, heels that were comfortable to walk in, her hair curled loosely so that it framed her face, bangs held back with a barrette. She looked like the old Sadie. It was almost eerie. She was second-guessing her outfit choice by the time she reached the hotel. Didn't they want her to seduce some guy? Maybe she should've worn something sleazy... But then Amir had said he would provide her wardrobe, so... She walked to the restaurant's reception desk, feeling jittery and nervous. Looking to be seated, ma'am? Without a reservation, it'll be just a short wait-- the waitstaff started in on her, glancing down at a clipboard. Ah, no, I'm sorry. I'm looking for a Mr. Amir, I'm supposed to be meeting with him-- Oh, of course, Ms. Sadie. Right this way, he's expecting you-- Lars? A man whom she could only guess was Lars led her through the restaurant, to the table where Amir was waiting.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

The restaurant was richly decorated, with gold hues and expensive fabrics adorning the room. Unlit candles on the tables whispered the elegance that the room would take on in the evening hours, but during the day it was bright and cheerful. Large orange Gerber daisies sat on every table, and even though it was yet early wine goblets sat at each place setting. Lars gave Sadie a polite smile and asked her to follow him to the back of the restaurant, where Amir was sitting. He was wearing a light colored suit, his shoes peeking out from under the tablecloth where he had crossed his legs, and most of his attention was focused on the tablet that he was reading. As she grew closer he looked up and smiled at her, beckoning her forward with a curl of his fingers. He stood once she reached the table. Good morning, Miss Sadie. Please, take a seat. He motioned to the chair across from his own. The table was laden with baked goods, freshly sliced fruit, cereals, oatmeal, turkey bacon and small petite omelets. He had also ordered yogurt and juices, so that they had a mini buffet before them and wouldn't need to be bothered with the inconvenience of ordering. Please, help yourself to breakfast. If there is anything you wish but do not see, do not hesitate to order it. He waited for her to sit and then took his own seat before pouring them both dark, hot tea from a long-necked pot. I trust you had no difficulties reaching the hotel this morning? Though he asked the question it seemed rhetorical. He asked it much as one might ask How are you? to a complete stranger. His five o'clock shadow had been immaculately groomed that morning. His clothing was crisp and flawless, and he had the soft scent of a man accustomed to expensive colognes, soaps, and personal treatment in the salons. Now... you have questions? Ask, Sadie. I want you to be fully vested in the venture I am offering you. There is no second try if we are to be successful it will be with you, and you alone.
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

Will you walk into my parlour? said the Spider to the Fly. Sadie couldn't help but think of that old poem as Amir beckoned her closer. He was perfectly groomed and dressed, his smile pleasant and welcoming, but there was a gleam in his eyes that caused a thrill of something like fear to flare inside of her. Still, she pressed on, forcing herself to keep from tensing as she approached the spider. Or was she the spider, and the man she was supposed to seduce, the fly? That was what the meeting was for, she supposed, to straighten that out. Her first thought as she saw the spread on the table was to identify the food that could be easily hidden in her purse for later, the things that would travel well and could be stored away. The fruit, the pastries if she could just wrap them in napkins... But if this day went well, if she could pull this off, she would never need to pocket food again. Even Evie was starting to notice that she didn't eat at meals, encouraging her daughter to get her fill, instead. She sat where he requested, smoothing her hands over the skirt of her dress. Good morning, Mr. Amir. I had no trouble, no... Thank you so much for asking to meet in such a beautiful restaurant. She had started to place food on her plate, a modest arrangement compared to what she could actually eat, when he asked if she had any questions. Yes, if you don't mind, I do have questions. Many. She took a sip of the tea, bold and just hot enough to be enjoyed without scalding her tongue. I need to know about this man, the one I'm supposed to... Well, what's his name? What is he like? And how do you know he won't try to murder me, if he really is a murderer? Her voice was quiet enough not to be overheard, but she leaned closer to Amir anyway. And... You said you wanted me to seduce him. What exactly does that entail? Would she actually have to sleep with him? Could she do that?
Thread: Indecent Proposal [Traveler et dearestdarling]

Amir smiled that luxurious smile of his and watched her selecting her breakfast. You have a great many questions. I see that this has been on your mind. He leisurely filled his plate with some fruit and a croissant. So let me start at the beginning. He motioned to her and to himself, in an inclusive hand wave. You must understand, all that we speak of is confidential. If it ever gets out... he tilted his head and looked to the right, it must never get out. His smile grew less genuine. These are matters of great importance. To breech your confidentiality would be a grave mistake. Now, the man who you will be working for, he nodded to indicate that this was their target, calls himself Giovanni Dashir. He raised an eyebrow skeptically. That is not his true name, but you will have to get that out of him later, on recordings. He is actually Rashid Bahadur, my nephew, and he killed my brother. He broke a piece of the croissant off and buttered it gently. He is unlikely to want to 'murder' you, Sadie. We have a saying 'Be wary around your enemy once, and your friend a thousand times.' You will never be in that kind of danger around him. There is too much at stake. Besides, there are other things that he would rather do to you than drive a stake through your heart. His slim, tanned fingers brought the bread to his lips and he took a bite. Everything this man did was deliberate. Once he swallowed he sipped the tea and then nodded to her question about seduction. Yes, exactly. You must know that the best spies in history have been the women who learned secrets while on their back. His dark lashes dipped down to brush his cheeks, then rose, allowing the deep mahogany of his eyes to meet her gaze. I will teach you things. You will use what you learn to slowly seduce my nephew, and once he is entangled in your snare you will begin to milk him for the knowledge I seek and the confession I need. This will mean that you will become very close to him. You will have to become the one person he cannot live without only then will he tell you the complete truth. He flicked his eyes across her face, to rest on her lips, then to bounce along the soft curve of her shoulders. She was sweet, intelligent, and sexy. She would be perfect.