Takes a good look at the product.
“Mmm… Compared to products in the market, this does look more modern, but yet simple. The aesthetic value is there…”
She nods.
“Could you bring a unit over to Lephis on Wednesday 3pm? The curator will be there at that time.”
She points to the glass door across the street.
Francis nods.
“Glad to work with you, Miss Laura. A few glass of strawberry juice will be appreciated for business meetings such as this.”
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
She nods.
“May our partnership be fruitful.”
She extends her hand, for a handshake.
“Ew, who is this? Is this even the person I dragged back earlier?” A remark retorts from behind.
“Man I thought he was a nu-”
Laura pushes Gar’s jaw as he speaks, causing him to bite his own tongue.
“Wah da heel Lauwa…” He clutches his mouth, reeling from the pain.
“And who might you be? Pardon me, but though we are acquitted, I did not have the chance to learn your name.”
Francis asks Gar with a polite smile on his face.
Seeing his change of attitude, he decided something was up. Not to mention his sister was there.
“Weel, I’mm Gaar, naish to mee you.”
Laura seems to be smiling a little. Huh. Poker face girl has a smile.
“Nice to meet you as well. You can call me Francis, though of course that’s not my real name.”
An amused light shines in his pupil. He finishes his juice.
“Good evening, Miss Laura, Mr. Gar,”
And with that, he leaves the cafe.
“Excellent. You’re already proving yourself worthy… Anyways, seems like it’s evening… somehow…? But yes, I need to catch some sleep. See me tomorrow at my office, we can spring our plan into action!”
Fedorov waves and gets into his car, he starts driving home, with a slightly evil smile on his face.
“Hehe, controlling them will be easy… soon, I will be a legend…”
“Seriously Laura… why did you do that…”
His tongue still hurts.
“You sure about this? That mister is fishy. He never did mention anything of his plans. I doubt he has good intentions if he hides his plans, only awaiting to the last moment to tell us. He only told me dirty.”
“Dirty?”
“Yes. Dirty. His smile is an unsettling one. I advise caution.”
He walks out of the cafe.
“…”
No way. He’s more experienced than me, and…_
The seeds of doubt has been sown in her. But it’s her idol. She wants to follow him. It’s only natural!
Her brother had never been wrong… But she had to strike her point. She had her own judgement.
So she walks out of the cafe, humming a tune to calm herself down. To the office.
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(rip ur post)
“Welcome to Silver News, this is Terry Partridge, covering Day 2 of the Legacy Protests. The riots continue, and the protests spread across the nation. As we hit the 24 hour mark, we as a collective are forced to wonder – will this chaos ever come to an end, or is this the new normal?”
A sleek, black jet touches down ine a private part of the International Airport
Arnold(The Butler): “We have arrived, Sir Khun.”
Daniel yawns and stretches
Daniel: “Thank you, Arnold. Is it time to purge another area of evildoers?”
Arnold: “Actually, you have been hired to protect someone this time Sir.”
Daniel: muttering “What a waste of my skills. At least the money’s good.” aloud “Who am I supposed to protect?”
Arnold: “The President’s son, Sir. His name is Samuel Rogers.”
(there is really no way i can insert my char into this story)
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