There was no light within him.
From the midnight curls to his charcoal eyes that stalked prey. He was the dark magic mother warned me of, and I wanted to be hexed. He was no match for me.
"I want to know you"
In which a girl whose only experience la...
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"There better be a good reason why Ivan dragged me here again Vladkov. Unlike the whores you parade around with I don't have time to keep being summoned here." Phoebe saunters in with her usual contempt and tall Dolce heels clicking on the marble floors
No longer a willful cheerleader, Phoebe still managed to be the only one to disrespect me and live another day. I'd grown accustomed to it, she was friend. Whether she admitted it or not.
Her hair was curly today and despite possibly being in and out of meetings all day still managed to look like she'd just woken up with a refreshing glow. Though she probably felt otherwise
"You're aware you can come into my office without attitude when you're being paid correct? I would not call if I did not need to see you. You don't like money I assume" I rise up from my desk holding out the manilla folder for her to take. This was a small case, something that was low stakes compared to others.
Though I guess with who I am now..low stakes is something such as an FBI raid
It cannot be helped. The government is always suspicious of fast money. When 17, all I had was the remnants of Irish fortune and a few country cops on payroll. Eventually that caught up with me as everything does.
"I don't like being your employee. I wouldn't have to cover your tracks if you stopped being a criminal for five fucking minutes. Im tired of seeing your lackeys around my office." She complains but still snatches the folder from my hands. I smirk and sit back, turning towards the ceiling length windows that displayed a gorgeous skyline of the city
