You Don't Own Me

ACT 21

ACT 21

The classical music pouring out of the speakers in the office quietly filled the room, the one occupying the leather office chair behind the desk twirling her finger with the tune that reached her ears, while she held the wireless telephone against her ear.

With the occupant of the office facing the wall made out of pure glass and admiring the view it offered her. The door behind her opened and in came a light grey-haired woman with electric blue eyes and a walk that fashion models train for years just to perfect.

"I understand your wariness towards the scandal, but I assure you, it will not affect the status of the corporation." The eldest child of the CEO of Winters Corporation assured the man in the other line.

The chair was spun around and Lissandra merely closed her eyes and let her newly-arrived visitor land a quick but soundless kiss on her lips.

"Yes, Mister Stygian. Your meeting with my father and I will be scheduled as soon as possible." Lissandra said, wanting to wrap up the call now that a certain someone has arrived. "I assure you, the contract will be ready for you once you arrive."

Once she ended the conversation, Lissandra placed the telephone back to the receiver and stood up from her chair. She walked towards the other woman in the room, who was standing at the window and viewing the sight the window presented.

"Camille darling," Lissandra started, leaning on the window and fixing her gaze on her lover. "To whom do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

"Can I not visit my heart whenever I miss her?" Camille returned, turning and smirking at her. "How sad."

Lissandra shook her head and decided to return back to her desk, while Camille followed suit. While she sat back on her chair, her girlfriend perched herself on one side of her desk, legs crossing and hiking up the grey skirt of her dress higher than it already was. Of course when the much taller woman looked at it for a moment, Camille couldn't help but smirk at the reaction.

"Has your father decided?"

Lightly groaning, Lissandra shook her head and adjusted the perch of her eyeglasses on her nose. "He's still too worried about Ashe. She just left a note at the door of the estate saying something about leaving. Father's still too preoccupied with it."

The Ferros woman couldn't help but feel and look amused at Lissandra's current state. It's painstakingly obvious that she's being stressed with all the precious time being wasted. Not only that but Sejuani was already trying to find a way how to appeal to their father for her to be the heiress instead of her older sister.

With Ashe literally absent from the scene, the corporation lies in the possibility of it landing in the hands of either of the two remaining sisters present. Camille knows how much Lissandra had always tried besting Ashe when it came to business deals and negotiations in a much less flashy way, unlike Sejuani's aggressive approach, but there was always this skill Ashe shows to potential clients that sways their resolve no matter how strong it is.

It doesn't really help that their father had already opened up to her and Sejuani last night during dinner that he was planning on retiring.

Time was being burned and Lissandra was not liking it one bit.

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Regardless of the air conditioning in the bedroom being on, the pair on the bed felt like the sun's rays were shining from all sides. The drops of perspiration can be seen blanketing their unclad bodies, the scent of sex wafting in the air like an addicting perfume for the two lovers.