Ámelie ϻoritama
'T h e S u s p i c i o u s F o l l o w e r'
'T h e S u s p i c i o u s F o l l o w e r'
A figure could be seen walking through a crowded bar. It was fragile looking yet curvy and voltuptous. The young women wore a decorated outfit the place she was at was none other than one of her clients favorite spots. A cocktail bar, with classic music playing of the golden days. Edith Piaf was being played as the band took an all too needed break. The song playing was none other than La Vie En Rose. Her curled hair cascaded over her shoulders in lusty rings as she looked to her butler from behind her veil. Gazing away she then spotted her client and a small smile curled upon her lips as she moved forward. With each step she looked more and more like her mother. Elegant, intelligent, and yet most of all beautiful.
A reserved happy look painted across her face as she moved to the v.i.p. area of the bar. Her butler falling in pursuite gazing forward absent mindedly following his mistress. Moving to the client she held out her gloved hand watching the main kiss it."Bonjour! Ashante, monseiuor! So tell me, Mathieu Raj has let you down..?"Chimmed her softly yet cold vicious voice with slight snarkiness. Giggling cruelly at his answer she merely gestured to the table. Sitting down Gustove slipped in next to her as she pulled up her veil revealing her all too knowing dark cerulean colored eyes.
Sometime later she merely chuckled at how disappointed the client was. Saying he'd offered Mathieu to take down another thief that was causing him trouble but he had rejected the offer. After working out a deal with the client she merely slipped out adruptly followed by Gustove. Curtsying to him, her black outlined eyes caught his for a moment. At the moment they both knew what time it was, and she idly held out her hand. Being handed a briefcase she dropped it into Gustoves hand and mutter a mecy to the man before walking out her veil covering her face once more.
