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Thread: Root of (Evil)² {HeavenSundered & darjeeling}

Zhanna's eyes dipped down to follow the cup of coffee as Valerie repositioned it over the photo of her client in guise of a coaster - a very telling maneuver, and one that she imagined to be entirely deliberate. In typical narcissistic rich scumbag fashion, Sanctum's CEO couldn't even be bothered to show the smallest modicum of respect to the poor fools who lined her pockets. As much as Zhanna lacked any empathy for the helpless fools that Sanctum bled dry, she was still disgusted by Valerie's contemptuous arrogance. Although she may have looked far prettier, at her core this woman was just as rotten as those who'd held positions of power in Russia, the ones responsible for Zhanna's miserable childhood. And it seemed that Valerie still wasn't satisfied with her own lack of civility, lying right to Zhanna's face without even making the slightest effort to conceal her disdain. When the woman started reaching for the button on her desk which Zhanna had already identified while waiting for her to get off the phone, she was more than ready to intervene. Shrugging her purse off of her shoulder so that it fell to the ground with a light thud, the mob boss showed off some of the reflexes that had helped keep her alive as she stepped forward and snatched Valerie's wrist out of the air, holding it firmly enough to restrict circulation. You forgot to ask if you could do anything for me . Zhanna's light Russian accent shone through now that she stopped making the conscious effort to suppress it. She'd hoped to maintain her intern persona a little bit longer, just so that Valerie could keep unwittingly putting her foot in her mouth, but she was still more than satisfied with her disguise holding up for this long. Zhanna searched for the blonde's gaze and held eye contact, her expression having morphed from bubbly intern to something unimpressed and almost bored. She twisted Valerie's wrist painfully before bending the woman's arm back and using her grip no it to push back harshly, causing Valerie's leather chair to roll into the wall a couple of feet behind her. The Russian then moved in front of the desk, making it so that Valerie would have to get through her if she wanted to reach that panic button of hers. Somebody unexpectedly walking into the office wasn't much of a concern, since she was likely the only person in the building possessing the gall to do such a thing. The corners of Zhanna's plump, dark pink lips curved up into a sly smirk as she sat on the edge of the desk, making sure to place both of her palms at her sides over the varnished surface, trying to push Valerie's buttons. I'm sure you just forgot, perfectly understandable with everything on your mind. You wouldn't purposely be trying to offend me, would you?
Thread: Root of (Evil)² {HeavenSundered & darjeeling}

The other female's voice had changed enough for her to take note of it, Valerie's steely glare locking onto that condescending smirk of whom she realized was not quite an admirer of hers. Fresh on the scene she might be, Valerie was no easy prey. At least, that's not what she thought. Having been the target of many an angry phone call and many threatening letters and visits, she had never actually been approached with a gun or knife in hand. Lodester was the criminal capital for good reason and she never went anywhere without her security. Not in the office though, a girl needed her private time. Neither were there cameras of any sort, as Valerie had presumed that the front desk was reliable enough to screen any potential dangers. Even so, the intern's sudden movement was unexpected, especially when she felt those rough fingers wrap around her wrist tightly, digits pressing firmly down on her veins and hard enough to make her hiss in pain. Her own fingers went limp, her other hand curling against her desk as she jerked backwards. Zhanna, if she had even given her real name, wrenched her limb around, causing another hard grit of her teeth and clench of her jaw. Despite the sudden assault on her nerves, she wanted to say something, having never been the kind of woman to leave things up in the air. So long as she had the use of her tongue and voice, she was certain to get the last word. But before she could assume a verbal defensive stance, she was forcibly pushed backwards into her chair. The wheels clattered on the hard floor as both she and her furniture was shoved into the wall behind her unceremoniously - Valerie was somewhat glad she had forgone the decision to have a window there. With the shadowed sillhouette of the girl perched in front of her now, the blonde could only scowl, her fingers massaging her throbbing wrist as she leaned forward slightly. I don't cater to mutts, sorry. The vehement reply might have been mostly uncalled for, especially considering the situation she was in, but as far as she was concerned there was nothing to fear. Being far from defenseless, Valerie was confident in her own abilities to defend herself. Of course, having never had the chance to show it, that confidence might have also been unfounded. Nevertheless, her expression was that of simple admonishment and the hint of a challenge at this strange female. Ever willing to greet an obstacle head on, that was all this woman was. An annoying insect to be swept away. Valerie's eyes flickered from the jeering visage to the button she could have pushed just a little faster. She knew she kept a small knife in her drawer, but that was mostly to open letters and for mere intimidation tactics. Besides, Zhanna's current position on her desk meant that she couldn't do a thing about it. So instead she stood, the distance between them adequate enough that she could do so comfortably though the edge of the chair pressed roughly against her thighs. Her hand went up to brush a lock of loose hair from her eyes. I might have missed the memo, but if you aren't an intern, then I hope you have an appointment scheduled.
Thread: Root of (Evil)² {HeavenSundered & darjeeling}

Zhanna had to admit, she was slightly impressed by Valerie's stoicism and her ability to maintain perfect composure, including the bitchy attitude. Ultimately, if she was going to be funneling almost the entirety of her money through this woman to have it come back clean on the other end, she preferred her to be tough and defiant. There would, of course, be additional incentives added to keep Valerie in line, but the feistiness was an appreciated quality. It was also something that Zhanna would initially need to break though, but she viewed that as a bonus rather than a problem. That was the most fun part! She tilted her head to the side and pouted her lips in mock sadness when Valerie called her a mutt, already enjoying how heated the blonde was getting. Whether it was purely an act of bravado on the CEO's part or not, it was clear that she didn't fully realize her predicament or appreciate who Zhanna was just yet, which was understandable. Zhanna herself would certainly not have laid down and surrendered just because some stranger barged in, twisted her arm and gave her a little shove. Maintaining her nonchalant posture when Valerie stood, Zhanna met the challenge in the other woman's eyes, inviting her to try something if she dared. And what if I don't have an appointment? she retorted confidently while unclipping the intern badge from her blazer and tossing it carelessly over her shoulder. Just what are you going to do about it, Mrs. Vincet? Reaching up to the back of her head, Zhanna removed the pins keeping her bun in place, allowing her multicolored hair to cascade down her back and shoulder in all of it's tousled glory. She pondered which direction to go in next for a moment. Clearly, if they were going to be engaging in any sort of business, it would not do for Valerie to view her as some inferior pleb, so an attitude correction seemed like a good place to start. This is the memo. I had a business proposal for you, but I believe we will need to work on your receptiveness first, yes? Without giving the blonde any chance to answer, Zhanna pushed herself forward away from the desk and put her momentum into a solid left hook aimed for the other woman's right eye. Not hard enough to knock Valerie out or leave her with a concussion if it landed, but more of a reality check that would leave a mark for the next few days.
Thread: Root of (Evil)² {HeavenSundered & darjeeling}

I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave, Valerie responded easily, her eyes flickering only slightly as the badge soared through the air before returning her full attentions to the girl in front of her. Only the slightest of thumps signalled the object's collision with her carpeted floor, but that was far from being the most important observation she might have to make. Zhanna had made it perfectly clear that she was not adverse to physical intimidation, given her previous actions. Normally such a brash tactic would have the girl possibly executed on the spot but considering that wasn't an option, Valerie would need to make some adjustments. Adjust she did. As the words came, so did that sudden movement and she was all but ready to move out of the way. Being a poor fighter herself but lacking not in resources funneled into research, she could tell that the left hook lacked power when being pushed forward rather than back. Unfortunately, knowing was only half the battle and having the reflexes to back it up was the other, and possibly more important, half. She dodged, quick enough for it to miss her eye but not fast enough to have it miss completely. Knuckles slammed into her temple, hard enough for her to almost topple out of her chair. Her fingers went completely white as she gripped against the armrest, even in the face of mind-numbing pain she had no intention of going out and down for the count. She saw black and ivory spots explode in front of her eyelids, screwed tightly shut as she swore loudly. Valerie couldn't quite recall the last time someone had hit her and got away with it with all their limbs intact, and it certainly wasn't a very nice feeling. But if Zhanna thought to ground her with that punch, she was sorely mistaken Valerie might have at least considered this proposal too, but she had half a mind once recollected to refuse all together. She lifted her hand, touching two fingers to the wound and coming away with something sticky and red. Blood, and not somebody else's but her own. She grimaced at the feel and quickly put her own hand out of sight before opening her eyes. The injury was still throbbing and painful, but she never did ascribe to staying down when kicked. She didn't want to be hit again either, knowing that she was incredibly lucky that either the woman didn't know how to throw a left hook or she didn't want to snap her neck. It was all the same. Valerie didn't consider this losing, though she rarely considered anything not winning. Fine. State your proposal.
Thread: Root of (Evil)² {HeavenSundered & darjeeling}

A slight amount of pain flared up in Zhanna's knuckles when she pulled her fist back, but seeing the cut that she'd left on the outer edge of the arch of Valerie's eyebrow was more than worth it. Not quite the black eye that she'd intended, thanks to the blonde's admittedly decent reflexes, but equally as satisfying in the end. She watched as blood trickled down from the wound, forming a rather beautiful contrast against Valerie's fair and flawless skin, and of course Zhanna relished the briefly visible expression on the woman's face when she checked the wound with her fingers. Obviously, the head of the corporate hydra that was Sanctum did not bleed often, so the mob boss extracted no small amount of pride from reminding her that she was indeed mortal, just like the rest of them. She would have been more than happy to continue, too, but it seemed that the first hit had been enough to dull Valerie's defiance, at least for the time being. Nice. You take a punch better than I thought, Zhanna remarked, though she hardly sounded impressed. So, we are ready for business, yes? She flipped her hair back over her shoulders and regained her position on the desk before continuing. It's quite simple, really. I'm going to send you some considerable amounts of cash every few weeks, and you're going to return them to me in clean, legitimate bills. You can keep a three percent cut, and if you want to pocket it directly, that is none of my concern. Zhanna was prepared to negotiate up to seven or eight percent, if she had to, which was still a bargain compared to the fifty that the cops would demand if her money was dirty and they could threaten to seize it. The task should not be a problem for you, it's practically free money. And if I'm pleased, I may be inclined to offer some additional...services, she added, hinting towards her illegal activities, which Valerie would likely have guessed her involvement in by now, though she probably didn't realize Zhanna's position or the extent of her influence, which was significant even if her organization had not yet risen to the top Lodestar. So, what do you think?
Thread: Root of (Evil)² {HeavenSundered & darjeeling}

What do I think? Valerie repeated with a soft hum. What I think is, what makes you think you will walk out of this building alive? She gestured to the door and to the button with her clean hand. Even if we seal the deal, what is stopping me from calling security to apprehend you before you even step into the elevator and locking you up for assault? The blonde smirked and staggered upwards, her cocky displays still very much present despite bleeding at the temple. No, what I think is we deal on my terms. She crossed her arms over her chest, standing now in front of Zhanna and might have stared her down too were she any taller. As it was, she cut an intimidating figure with her piercing grey stare, the effect lost only due to the sticky, drying river of blood flowing down the side of her face. You want clean bills, you tell me what they're for. Sanctum offers loans but only to those completely transparent. In this day and age, it's easy to figure it out if you hide something. We're not in the business of taking and giving. We give and take. And what we take amounts to more than just a pathetic three percent. Valerie looked almost amused at the number, the amount not even worthy of her life and even if Zhanna had taken a knife to her chest, three percent wasn't going to cut it. Twenty percent. She reasoned. Minimum. Without waiting for the woman to interject with whatever outrage excuses, she reached around the woman to open the drawer by her legs, drawing out a fresh piece of paper and completely ignoring the letter opener settled at the very back. Oh and, I'm going to need a proper name. She said as an afterthought. Greed begs, and begets greed though. Valerie recalled the services Zhanna had brought up. She was no stranger to dabbling in the darker markets, obviously, but directly selling and providing was a different game entirely. But if it meant an extra stream of resources and funds, there was no harm in considering it. What are these services?
Thread: Root of (Evil)² {HeavenSundered & darjeeling}

Zhanna maintained an impassive expression while Valerie went about puffing her chest out, performing some admittedly skillful posturing, attempting to run her over in the same way that she did Sanctum's clients. Zhanna had to admire the blonde's fortitude and determination when she tried to extort her for an odious twenty percent, but as much as the CEO was carried by her own confidence, she also seemed blinded with arrogance. She allowed Valerie to come closer and go about retrieving the sheet of paper from her desk only to swiftly rip it out of her hands afterward. Crumpling it, Zhanna tossed it aside before suddenly putting her hands on Valerie once again, this time roughly grabbing her by the shoulders. Spinning Valerie around so that her back was towards her, Zhanna then reached around the woman with her right arm to grab the blonde's left elbow, effectively pinning both of Valerie's arms against her body. Zhanna's left hand shot up to cup the blonde's chin, tilting it back until the nape of her neck was pressed against Zhanna's shoulder, leaving her creamy white neck fully outstretched and exposed. You must still think very little of me, the mob boss whispered into Valerie's ear, breathing in the scent of her designer label perfume. It was a mistake that she was all too happy to correct. Rest assured, I will have my guarantees before leaving, and you certainly will not be in any position to be calling security, Zhanna promised, her tone laced with equal parts venom and mischievousness as she squeezed the blonde tightly, her finger's digging hard into the woman's cheeks. Five percent, no records, no questions. What I do with my money is of no relevance to you. She maintained the pressure with her fingers for a few seconds longer before relenting, releasing the woman's arms and using her right hand to carefully undo the buttons of Valerie's designer jacket. As for the services that I can offer, well, let us simply call it...hmm...creative problem solving.
Thread: Root of (Evil)² {HeavenSundered & darjeeling}

There were few things that could match the sacrilege of ripping, tearing or otherwise throwing away a contract in front of her eyes. Hitting her was one, spitting at her was another. But beyond that, when Zhanna snatched the piece of paper from her hands, Valerie's eyes could only widen in something akin to a cold outrage ready to explode - and explode she might have done, going so far as to even resort to the physical had it not been for the rough hands spinning her around like some obnoxious dance. But to be assaulted in the sanctity of her own office! Valerie growled lowly, both incredulous and livid, struggling as she felt that warmth press up against her spine, her shoulder blades pushed back as her chin was summarily lifted and turned. The other's breath was hot against her ear, the sensitive flesh flushing a pretty shade of red. She winced at the increased pressure against her skin, soft twinges of pain lancing at the point of contact but Valerie was not so eager to budge. Fifteen percent. Married not in name but in lifestyle, she considered her work and her job as a lover she was ever loyal to. Having only dabbled in the odd night here or there, Valerie considered her taste in potential partners to be very picky. There was nothing less attractive than the swine scouring the streets, looking for an easy meal or easy prey. That wasn't to say she was wholly uninterested in entertaining such primal urges, but even under those conditions she was, for the lack of a better term, too prideful to indulge herself. Yet, when she felt those fingers working at the buttons on her top, Valerie could not help but inhale sharply. Having not realized that her arms had been released, her hand shot up to grasp Zhanna's wrist. Her nails, perfectly manicured, slipped against that pale skin but her actions stopped there. She would be lying if she said that she wasn't intrigued. Neither a fantasy nor an unexplored desire, she wasn't quite sure what was going on. Either way, the woman's transgressions would not go unpunished... at least, to the CEO who had stopped her struggling. Instead, she shrugged and smirked. I don't pay whores.
Thread: Root of (Evil)² {HeavenSundered & darjeeling}

Tenacious little bitch , Zhanna thought to herself with an amused smirk when Valerie continued to negotiate quite aggressively, even in spite of her compromising position. Not nearly as compromising as it was going to get, though. Ten, the Russian countered staunchly, going over the initial eight that she was prepared to offer, but she would refuse to budge any further than that. Part of her was beginning to appreciate Sanctum's CEO - if not outright like her - despite the fact that she represented a lifestyle and social class which Zhanna had always abhorred. Perhaps that was what made the thought of using her so much more appealing, and not only in the business sense. Of course, the blonde was far from hard on the eyes, either, and Zhanna's pulse was already quickening as she held the woman close, feeling some of her heat even through their clothes. The sensation of Valerie's nails trailing over her flesh when the blonde grasped her wrist sent a jolt of adrenaline through her body, but she allowed it. Her hand slid down from Valerie's chin to her neck, fingers wrapping themselves around it, though only applying the lightest amount of pressure. Marvelous, Zhanna growled into the other woman's ear, her voice carrying a raspier, more predatory tone than before. Then you will not be expecting a tip when I'm done with you. It seemed that the arrogant CEO was still slow to realize which of them was going to be playing the whore in this situation, and Zhanna was all too eager to help her understand. All the better that it fit right into her plan for securing Valerie's cooperation. Any pretense of gentleness was abandoned when her right hand shot up to the collar of Valerie's blouse, which she grabbed before yanking down brusquely, popping most of the buttons off down to the woman's waist. Being rougher than necessary, Zhanna tore the blouse wide open then pulled it and the jacket down to Valerie's elbows, partially restricting the freedom of her arms. Zhanna's hands then jumped back up to the blonde's chest, cupping those soft mounds through the material of her bra, fingers pressing down firmly as she began to grope them like she'd paid for them. Not bad, slut , she hissed, flicking her tongue at the bottom of the trail of blood trickling down Valerie's cheek.
Thread: Root of (Evil)² {HeavenSundered & darjeeling}

Thirteen. Now she was just being frivolous, but having never been bargained down below a twenty percent cut, this was an entirely new venture which Valerie found she wasn't enjoying all that much. Thirteen was such an awful number too it reminded her of prepubescent years and awkward number crunching. It couldn't be halved nicely, it couldn't be split between three or four nicely either. But it was between ten and fifteen, or thereabouts, and she would have the last say. Yet she found herself reconsidering her adamant decision as she felt those calloused fingers curl about the pale column of her throat. She could feel herself swallow against the other's limb tightly as if awaiting a moment where she might suddenly be cut off from her precious oxygen. The mutt that held her so tightly was just one example of what was wrong with the world beyond the safety of Sanctum and even so, such a vitriolic presence was staining the integrity of its interior either way. But sharing body heat wasn't on her list of things to do, so when Valerie felt a sudden rush of both hot and cold air hit her bare clavicle, her shirt popping away one by one, she let out an abomination of a sound, something akin to a squeak though not quite as informal. Still, it infuriated her to think that she was capable of producing such noises under the unfamiliar caresses of this... this mongrel. Admittedly, Zhanna's attitude was something she could both respect and downright despise, having never found someone quite so eager to go against her wishes. I can't say the same for you, Valerie growled nonetheless, her arms squirming and tugging against the restrictive tightness of her cut-to-fit jacket. The woman's touches were rough and rude and somehow, not entirely unwelcome. She grimaced, her shoulders rolling back as she pushed herself against the muscle and flesh behind her, half intending to throw Zhanna off balance and in another way, to draw closer that heat which her body decided it very much wanted. How troublesome. Something warm and wet slathered against her face, to which Valerie could only turn and continue to struggle, her elbow bumping into the woman's ribcage, her jaw tense as she refused even a modicum of a groan to escape her as those firm caresses pressing into the soft swell of her bosom sent streaks of heat to the very base of her spine. Someone ever taught you manners? She muttered during a particularly heavy breath expelled. Don't take without giving.