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Pretty (wo)Man
Mar. 7th, 2021 10:01 pmWhen Andromache--nicknamed the Scythian behind her back for her fierceness in business dealings--got invited to a black-tie affair, she went. She always went dressed well, in a stunning outfit, with an equally stunning partner on her arm. It was just another business arrangement.
But the man she usually contacted for such tedious affairs was, annoyingly, unavailable. And Andromache did not feel like dealing with the fallout from missing dinner with the crown prince of a country she intended to do business in. Which was exactly what led to her being outside on the sidewalk in front of her hotel, pacing the length of the expansive front picture windows, phone to her ear an a scowl on her face.
"No, I don't care if it's inconvenient for you. I need you for six days and I need this business deal closed. It's already dragged on--what do you mean that's not what I pay you for? This is exactly what I...no. Fine." She snapped the phone closed and raked her fingers through her hair, purposeful strides eating up the pavement. Where she was going was unimportant.
But the man she usually contacted for such tedious affairs was, annoyingly, unavailable. And Andromache did not feel like dealing with the fallout from missing dinner with the crown prince of a country she intended to do business in. Which was exactly what led to her being outside on the sidewalk in front of her hotel, pacing the length of the expansive front picture windows, phone to her ear an a scowl on her face.
"No, I don't care if it's inconvenient for you. I need you for six days and I need this business deal closed. It's already dragged on--what do you mean that's not what I pay you for? This is exactly what I...no. Fine." She snapped the phone closed and raked her fingers through her hair, purposeful strides eating up the pavement. Where she was going was unimportant.
