Thread: Soul on Fire (Violet&SHARPii)

RE Soul on Fire Violet SubmissiveSHARPii Violet was extremely nervous. She had been used to talking in public for the longest time, but had no idea how she convinced herself to agree to this. Her friend was a journalist for the biggest newspaper in the country and got a chance to interview the biggest name in the country. Unfortunately, she fell desperately ill with food poisoning the night before. Violet remembered how bad she felt hearing her friend cry over the phone, saying her life as a reporter was over if she missed this interview. There was no way she would be well enough in time, and Sterling Cavendish was not the kind of man to reschedule appointments. Violet had suggested, if the interview was straightforward enough, perhaps she could do the interview in her place. She had taken a journalism class in college and figured it couldn't be too hard, even if he was such an huge public figure. Interviewing him and interviewing your grandma was pretty much the same thing. Well... not really, but she knew she could handle it. She spent the rest of the morning getting ready, even taking a sick day from work to help her best friend out. Tiffany her friend would email the questions as soon as she was able to pull herself away from the bathroom long enough to type them. This would give Violet less time to study the questions, but she would have to wing it, for her friend. The email came much later than she expected, right after she finished dressing. She was in in a tight skirt that made her have to bounce along if she walked in a hurry. On top of that was a frilly white top that left her generous bust open for viewing. She didn't have a whole lot of business attire and this was the fastest one she could pull out under the circumstances that wasn't wrinkled or too big. She had just lost a few pounds this summer and was quite proud of that, but her older clothes no longer fit. Lastly, she slipped on some black heels and hurried to find her keys with quick loud steps down her hallway. She looked at her watch, not bothering with any other jewelry after seeing what it said. She had to leave now. A quick spray of perfume and she was out the door. Her long, thin auburn hair bounced behind her, flowing down to the middle of her back. She pushed her rectangular-frame glasses on, accidentally almost poking herself in the eye in her haste and then she tore out of her driveway. It was already turning out to be a rough day. Mr Cavendish will see you now. Sterling's assistant poked her head over her desk and motioned Violet toward the office door. Violet hadn't payed much attention to much else besides studying the questions while passively sucking at the end of her pen. The secretary's words caught her off guard and she looked up like she had been doing something wrong. Oh, right. Thank you. She smiled and got up, brushing off imaginary dust from her skirt as her heels clicked underneath her, taking her to the office. She opened the door and poked her head inside first, not expecting Sterling to already be standing up. She smiled at him a bit embarrassed and let herself in the rest of the way, walking right up to him with her hand extended for a shake. Mr. Cavendish, Violet Sanders, pleased to meet you. Her handshake was weak and fragile. She was capable of giving a harder one but knew when dealing with men of such power, they tended to like women very gentle. Shall we begin? She said, heading toward the chair in front of his desk. The leather felt cool against the bare portion of her legs and arms as she sat forward, crossing her legs and bending over to pull a notepad from her bag, unknowingly giving him a good view of her cleavage until her red hair cascaded over her shoulder, covering them up. She sat up again, swinging her hair back over her shoulder as she pulled the notepad open and sat it on her raised leg. Then she grabbed a pen that was hiding behind her ear and clicked it, waiting for Sterling to get situated. This is a very beautiful office you have here. Making conversation to fill in the gap of time until she could begin.