Thread: Reign of Fire (Hellhound x Autore)

Whoever the guy was, was either very brave or very stupid. Or, and the thought sent shivers down her spine and not in a good way, her brother had hired someone to keep an eye on her. But no, she wasn't important enough for that kind of obsession. Then what the hell was going on, and why did that man seem to focus right on her before telling her to stay quiet. It was giving her a headache on top of the one already formed behind her eyes. Even with her sharper sight she couldn't get any details from the shape hidden in the shadows. Except that he was fairly built. Before she could muse more another car pulled up outside. Behind her the conference room door opened and voices filled her ears with the high pitched cackles and nauseating smells of the rich. It pulled her away from the window before she saw the men exit the car and send the mysterious cameraman on his way. She bowed politely to their guests and moved to a corner of the room with a pad and pen in hand. She figured notes had to be taken so she settled in like a shadow. Rulan ushered the two powerful couples into their seats and barely gave a glance to her. He had trained her well to keep her trap shut and just listen. Now my dear friends, I have before you the proposal we so lengthily discussed all written out before you. The numbers we calculated will grow exponentially over the next five years. We expect that profits from this little experiment will make everyone involved so filthily rich that none others can touch us. His smile was a wide as snakes finding a filled mouse hole. All that's needed is your signatures and we will begin tomorrow. My company will be used as a front for all of this as well as the cleaning of any documents and money so as not to alert the local police. What say all of you? Autora gagged just listening to the load of bile spewing from her brother. She saw what the proposal was for and it made her sick to her stomach. All those poor girls. But she was too low on the totem pole to do anything about it. Besides who would listen to her, and if she was being followed then talking to the police was out of the question. She wondered again about who the man was lurking in the shadows. She knew for a fact that the car that had pulled up out front was a couple of her brothers hired guns. If the people in this room didn't sign then they would meet an unfortunate end, which with a lot of money would be explained away as an accident or mugging gone wrong. Some such dribble like that. Unfortuneately for those poor girls everyone signed and enjoyed their refreshments while condemning thousands of people to slavery. Closing her pad, Autora stood silently til her brother, the gracious host, offered everyone a night cap at his condo. He of course left her out of the invitation. Shooing her out the door he hissed in her ear to remember to type all her notes up and have them on her desk in the morning. Cringing she nodded, all while biting her tongue to keep back her acerbic retort. The wind outside had picked up when she forced the door open. And to her luck not a single cab was in sight. Not eager to go back un der the protective ward, Autora wandered the streets until she found one with a multitude of pubs. Their lights glittered with beckoning and warmth. Her stomach grumbled like a dull roar as she passed a sign that said Mort's Place. Deciding this was good enough she pushed open the door and stepped inside allowing her eyes to adjust to the dimmer lighting. Only a few people lingered around the place with a young woman walking around the bar with a towel in hand.