Thread: The Debt Collector (Greysmith and FemShep)

Hearing the large door having a rather gentle knock to it, Emilee walked towards the door carrying a rather expensive looking sliver tray with a sliver tea set and muffins placed orderly on top of it. They were expecting the debt collector to come and wanted to serve them refreshments while they discussed business, but the men arrived much faster then expected. The master haven't heard the knock from his office upstairs, but he expected his slave to answer the door as quickly as possible. Before Emilee could open the door she placed down the tray on a nearby end table and wiped off her hands on her skirt. Right before opening the door she heard the loud threatening voice from the other side, but the sudden jolt of the door made her jump and squeal in reflex. Of course the master upstairs could hear her and his loud voice boomed from his office. Answer the damn door you pathetic whore or I'll make sure they break your arm before they leave! Hearing the threat Emilee quickly responded with the sound of her sweet frightened voice. I-I'm sorry sir! I'll answer immediately! With that Emilee's shaking hands grabbed the double door handles and opened the doors. Behind the doors nearly took her breath away. A handsome man before her stood along with his comrades, but Emilee felt no comfort from his presence. His cold exterior reached her heart and sent chills down her spine. She nearly froze at the spot from his harsh and intimidating appearance. Compared to her, Emilee was just a small child seeing him tower over her and far stronger then her in every way. Her heart raced in fear of the three men expecting them to be harsh with her as well and decided to act quickly as soon as her feet would allow. I-I'm so sorry sirs. Please come in. She apologized timidly and opened one of the double doors wide for them to enter. While they took a moment to see the interior Emilee walked by to the end table with her heels clacking against the marble stone floors as she grabbed the tea set once again after closing the door behind them causing a loud bang. She politely spoke to them. Please, follow me to see my master. He's been waiting for you. Staring at the men for a moment Emilee avoided making eye contact especially with the cold one. She was afraid that gazing into his icy stare would freeze her or steal her soul, but honestly those would be welcomed fates in her eyes. Without much waste Emilee quickly turned and walked up the stares to lead them back to her master's office. Even though the men were behind her now she could still feel their icy stares burning into her. She was surrounded by men that could easily over power her and scared her. As she led them inside Emilee knew her master would try to use her as a deal to get the men to look the other way. It's been done before so Emilee prepared herself for the worse to come out of this meeting. She led the three to a office room filled with shelves of books that have clearly gone untouched with his desk nearly spotless with little to no work on it, but instead bottles of alcohol to take up the space. The man sitting in the chair behind the desk wore a clean nice expensive suit and tie, but no where near as expensive as the others were. He held a cigar in between his index finger and his middle finger. His face was no where near attractive with it's similarities to a fat smug pig. Before the desk were three comfortable seats placed out for the meeting. Ah gentlemen. A pleasure to meet you. He greets with a sure grin while Emilee sat the tray down on the desk. I see my pet hasn't fail to show you the way. I apologize for her stupidity, but you know how women pets can be. He chuckled evilly as Emilee poured him a cup of tea that was actually scotch in the tea pot with her eyes low and avoiding anyone's faces. Now let's get down to business. He spoke after taking a taste of his cigar and blowing the smoke from his fat ugly lips.