Re: Athens: William & Banks Headquarters
The sound of heels clicking on marble floors filled the room.
Click, click, click ...
The woman moved steadily. Her steps calculated and smooth. There was no sense of urgency or fear. Just a woman who knew exactly what she wanted. The man behind the desk looked up, peering at her from behind a few stacks of paper which he quickly pushed out of his way. A small smile curled the edges of his lips.
"You're prettier then I expected." he commented.
"And that has absolutely nothing to do with why I'm here, so why don't we just cut to the chase, shall we?" the woman responded, her voice was deep and seemed to caress each word as she uttered them.
The mans smile broadened but he looked down at his papers, a British accent came out as he spoke, "Ah, yes, I suppose we can skip the pleasantries."
"I wish we would."
"Fiesty." he said, and then his demeanor seemed to change completely. His face grew cold, business-like. "We have a job for you."
"So I've heard. Mind enlightening me one exactly what this job is?"
The man rested his elbows on his desk, his fingertips coming, "I want you to steal a stamp."
"A stamp?" the woman asked in disbelief, there was a hint of bemusement and laughter in her voice, "Like a postal stamp?"
"Exactly like a postal stamp." the woman let out a short laugh, "Don't scoff - its worth a fortune. I have a client who is highly interested in getting his hands on it."
The woman shook her head slightly and looked back up, "How much? You realize I will be expecting my cut and my services aren't cheap."
"Of course, I didn't think they would be. You're the best. That's why we've requested your services ... and I really don't think payment is going to be a problem." he slid a slip of paper across the desk which the woman picked up. She looked at it a moment and then smiled and began sitting down in the chair opposite him.
"I think we can do bueiness."