The next day had come very quickly and Brielle had awoken to the smell of breakfast..
The teenager had walked over to the kitchen island while sleepily rubbing her eye and mumbled "Morning.."
"Good morning, sleepy... You've got a long day ahead of yourself and you'll need your strength; so, I made you breakfast." Oksana explained with a bright smile on her face, so, the teenager nodded and sat down at the island as she yawned; then, she looked down at her options.
There had a great deal of choices with the eggs being fried, scrambled or hard boiled, the waffles were fresh cream, smothered in honey or plain, the croissants were buttered, plain or chocolate, the baked beans had been poured into a serving bowl, there were a plethora of fresh fruit options and a variety of drink options placed on the countertop.
Brielle had begun dishing for herself as she watched Oksana prepare herself a smoothie.
The older woman threw in strawberries, a cup of frozen blueberries, a half cup of frozen blackberries, strawberry yoghurt and a few pieces of Granny Smith apple; before, she closed the machine and blended its contents together under the teenager's watchful eye, so, she inquired "Would you like to taste?" Brielle nodded as she handed her an empty glass and Oksana chuckled.
The Handler had poured the smoothie into the glass and did the same for herself, before, she returned the glass to Brielle and the pair had toasted each other with smiles. They drank the sweet drink and Brielle had enjoyed it as she tasted the cool tasting liquid and felt the vibrant bursts of flavour in her mouth.
Then, the pair locked eyes and Brielle smiled as she said "It's really good.."
"Thank you." Oksana smiled and the teenager felt her heart flutter from nervousness, then, Brielle began eating and ensured that she filled her stomach with as much food as possible while Oksana only drank her smoothie and eyed the younger woman.
Once they finished breakfast, Brielle had begun clearing the table; but, Oksana said as she interrupted the teenager "Leave it and go get done; I'll call for Room Service." Nodding as she continued clearing the countertop, she explained in reply "I was raised to clean up after myself."
Oksana shrugged her shoulders and headed towards her bedroom without another word, so, the teenager had finished clearing the countertop and packed away the extra food; before, she wiped off the counter and walked toward the, seemingly, only bedroom within the apartment. Brielle reached the pearl white door and knocked on it as she leaned her ear against it.
"JA???!!" The woman called out from within the room and the teenager entered the space without hesitation; only to freeze with her eyes widened from shock at the sight in front of her.
Oksana's entire back had been covered in a tattoo designed to resemble ancient Greek symbols, that, seemed to be a very complex poem or a well hidden riddle.
Brielle had a great interest in ancient Greek and understood a good deal of the letters and words..
But not everything.
"Does 'Ja??' mean enter in South Africa??" Oksana questioned as she turned around to face the teenager while, simultaneously, fastening her blush pink lace bra.
The bedroom did not break from the rest of the apartment; but, it was a definite centerpiece due to its size, furniture and cozy feel. It was huge with a sleek modern fireplace directly across from the canopied floating Californian king sized bed with a suede black headrest, matching ottoman and was flanked by two black wooden dressers.
Directly in front of the fireplace was a black bear fur rug at center of the floor with two comfortable velvety red armchairs that faced a glass coffee table standing close to it as it faced the flatscreen TV that hung above the heat source. Two doors flanked the fireplace; one leading to a large walk-in closet, whereas, the other door led to the large bathroom. The space and furnishings of the two rooms were filled to create an open feel with a lot of natural lighting and a great design.
The older woman quirked her brow and Brielle blinked in confusion, so, Oksana said with annoyance "Use your words, girl!!" "Uhh- I do- don't have clothes or a- a- a- place to shower." The teenager stuttered nervously and Oksana furrowed her brows at the strange reaction as she formed a reply; then, she said "You can use that shower.." She gestured to the master bathroom, and concluded as she focused on the teenager "I'll grab you a couple of options and you'll choose one when you get out."
Though she had been frozen, the younger woman managed to nod in agreement, before, she hurried over to the bathroom; leaving Oksana alone in her black pencil skirt, glossy black, red bottomed Louboutin and her pink bra.
Thinking about Brielle's reaction as she tugged on her silk red V-line Prada blouse, Oksana couldn't help but smirk with pride at her affect on the teenager; then, she hurried over to her walk-in closet while tying her hair into a quick bun. She reached her private sanctum and ignored her clothing options as she hurried to the far left corner of the well-lit space.
The closet attached to master bedroom was very spacious and held a grand variety of clothing from around the world, with, most of the pieces being well-known brands. Heels, pumps, sandals, slip-ons, slides and sneakers of various colours, brands and designs had lined most of the lower cabinets while dress's, shirts, t-shirts, skirts, blouses, suits, shorts, jumpers and tracksuits hung above them in a weird, color coordination.
Everything was packed with a pristine focus while wall sconces and LED lights covered the space, that, seemed to have a grandiose, floor to ceiling mirror as its vocal point.
Oksana grabbed the clothing hidden in a duffel bag in the corner of the closet, that, had once belonged to her husband.
She returned to her bedroom, opened the bag and emptied its contents onto the bed, before, she neatly organised it to look like a fairly nice display. She threw the bag onto the pillows of her bed and left the room thereafter without another word, then, she walked over across the living and out onto the balcony. Oksana pulled out her cellphone, dialled the first number and held the phone against her ear.
In mere seconds, the call was answered, but, no one spoke.
"Вторая фаза — это шаг; Субъект V-216 уже помечен, а H-881 не знает, чего ожидать." Oksana spoke in a fluent Russian without hesitation, before, she hung up the phone and returned it to her skirt pocket; thereafter, she returned to apartment and moved over to the kitchen area.
Russian To English Translation: "
Phase Two is a go; Subject V-216 is already flagged and H-881 has no idea what to expect."