Trist
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The mornings of Midger were anything but refreshing. Grime clung to the metal structures in thick blankets of filth, and the air hung heavy in the lungs of the living like poison. It was no doubt that all that resided there wished to relocate, but the chances of stashing enough gil to do so... People were better off to wait for their death as escape.
Sirius had a problem with that thought, however. She pictured better, she imagined power and riches and the freedom to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.
She had managed her way into the Shinra Corperation; she worked as a secratary, and lived within the headquater walls. Not that she minded her life all that much now that she made her decent share of gil... But every day of every waking hour--
"Miss Blank! Miss Blank, my papers! Now!"
Sirius sighed, placing her hand beneath the papers in the printer tray, awaiting the final one to finish. Her eyes glanced back to the office of her employer.
The walls and door were made of pure glass; it would make one think that the President's son, Rufus, was completely unprotected. But it was not as the typical person would think-- the thick metal cage surrounded even his secratary's office. After all, he did need someone to make him coffee.
"Miss Blank, are you deaf? I need those papers!"
Sirius knew better than to talk back to him; instead, she hustled into his office with the papers asap.
She dropped them onto his desk, then turned to leave.
"Wait, wait... After I sign them, you can go ahead and begin faxing them off to where they need to go."
Slowly she turned to look upon the sweet-faced prince that she had learned to love to hate. "Yes, sir."
Sirius stared at Rufus's hands as he quickly flipped through the papers, the ice-blue color twinkling with something hidden behind them. Her golden hair was shoulder-length, and windswept to the right in spikes.
Rufus handed her the papers, glancing up at her only briefly. She had worked for him only for a couple of days, and he had yet to acknowledge her at all. It was as if it was his first time seeing her.
His colbalt eyes took in her luscious curves -- 38C-30-38. She stood 5'6", only a few inches shorter than himself. For a moment he paused, his hand still gripping to the papers.
Sirius grabbed to edge of the stack of documents, but when she pulled back for them, she found Rufus was not to give them up to her easily. She could feel his eyes on her breasts.
"Sir?"
Forced back into reality, Rufus released the papers. "Uh... Yes... If you would just get those faxed for me..."
"Yes, sir."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Through allowing Rufus to flatter her, Sirius was granted a roaming pass. She was allowed to enter nearly every area of the headquaters, which she used to her advantage for training. One day Rufus observed her, not necessarily for her skill, but rather to watch her body. But in her favor, he also noted her deadly shooting accuracy, agility, and strength.
He smirked to himself as he approached her. "And to think we waste all that talent with you as my secretary... You'd be better suited as a Turk..." It was intended more as flattery than an actual fact.
She smiled. "I'd rather be an independant agent then one of the Turks... I'd much rather do things on my terms."
"I know what you mean..." he replied. Suddenly, a thought came to mind. "You know... There is a job you could do, outside of this confinment..."
He successfully caught her attention. "A job? Outside of headquaters?"
"Yes. I trust you know of AVALANCHE."
"The rebel group? Of course."
"Hm. If you'd like... They were last reported heading for the Temple of Ancients. The Turks have been dispatched to follow them and reape their profits... But they have been failing as of late... Perhaps you would like to attempt their job..."
"Oh... I'd love to!" Sirius beamed at the opportunity to leave Midger. "I won't fail you, sir!"
"Good." he smiled. "Then I will find you transport. Be ready to leave within the hour."
Sirius had a problem with that thought, however. She pictured better, she imagined power and riches and the freedom to do whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted.
She had managed her way into the Shinra Corperation; she worked as a secratary, and lived within the headquater walls. Not that she minded her life all that much now that she made her decent share of gil... But every day of every waking hour--
"Miss Blank! Miss Blank, my papers! Now!"
Sirius sighed, placing her hand beneath the papers in the printer tray, awaiting the final one to finish. Her eyes glanced back to the office of her employer.
The walls and door were made of pure glass; it would make one think that the President's son, Rufus, was completely unprotected. But it was not as the typical person would think-- the thick metal cage surrounded even his secratary's office. After all, he did need someone to make him coffee.
"Miss Blank, are you deaf? I need those papers!"
Sirius knew better than to talk back to him; instead, she hustled into his office with the papers asap.
She dropped them onto his desk, then turned to leave.
"Wait, wait... After I sign them, you can go ahead and begin faxing them off to where they need to go."
Slowly she turned to look upon the sweet-faced prince that she had learned to love to hate. "Yes, sir."
Sirius stared at Rufus's hands as he quickly flipped through the papers, the ice-blue color twinkling with something hidden behind them. Her golden hair was shoulder-length, and windswept to the right in spikes.
Rufus handed her the papers, glancing up at her only briefly. She had worked for him only for a couple of days, and he had yet to acknowledge her at all. It was as if it was his first time seeing her.
His colbalt eyes took in her luscious curves -- 38C-30-38. She stood 5'6", only a few inches shorter than himself. For a moment he paused, his hand still gripping to the papers.
Sirius grabbed to edge of the stack of documents, but when she pulled back for them, she found Rufus was not to give them up to her easily. She could feel his eyes on her breasts.
"Sir?"
Forced back into reality, Rufus released the papers. "Uh... Yes... If you would just get those faxed for me..."
"Yes, sir."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Through allowing Rufus to flatter her, Sirius was granted a roaming pass. She was allowed to enter nearly every area of the headquaters, which she used to her advantage for training. One day Rufus observed her, not necessarily for her skill, but rather to watch her body. But in her favor, he also noted her deadly shooting accuracy, agility, and strength.
He smirked to himself as he approached her. "And to think we waste all that talent with you as my secretary... You'd be better suited as a Turk..." It was intended more as flattery than an actual fact.
She smiled. "I'd rather be an independant agent then one of the Turks... I'd much rather do things on my terms."
"I know what you mean..." he replied. Suddenly, a thought came to mind. "You know... There is a job you could do, outside of this confinment..."
He successfully caught her attention. "A job? Outside of headquaters?"
"Yes. I trust you know of AVALANCHE."
"The rebel group? Of course."
"Hm. If you'd like... They were last reported heading for the Temple of Ancients. The Turks have been dispatched to follow them and reape their profits... But they have been failing as of late... Perhaps you would like to attempt their job..."
"Oh... I'd love to!" Sirius beamed at the opportunity to leave Midger. "I won't fail you, sir!"
"Good." he smiled. "Then I will find you transport. Be ready to leave within the hour."
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