Post by Maurelle Lacroix on Feb 4, 2014 16:39:35 GMT -5
I want it to break
I want it to burn
I'm going to bury you until it hurts
I want it to burn
I'm going to bury you until it hurts
Maurelle was waiting for her guest to arrive at the tea garden in the hotel she was staying at. It was a strategic place for them to meet, as it was both private for them to do their business but also public enough to prevent a possible escalation of activities. It was part of her meticulous nature, picking the perfect place at the perfect time to conduct the dealings that needed to be done and ensure that the possible outcomes were all favorable, for her.
Her foe on this day though was as meticulous as she was, if not more so. If there would be anyone to flip the advantages that she had prepared in the selection of this site, it would be him. Of course, foe was an awfully strong word to use for the man she was set to meet, as they were supposed to be allies. That relationship though was tenuous at best and the exact reason why she was here this day. As far as she was concerned, Gabriel Constant was failing to live up to his end of their arrangement on all fronts.
Another person who did not possess Gabriel's skills and contacts would have likely seen Maurelle storm their household and drag their ass to a table to hash out new terms. However Gabriel did have skills and did have contacts, mutual contacts between them that she would prefer to keep at least on a working relationship with. There was also the matter of his wife, as deadly as anyone else alive on the planet and who probably would not have hesitated to put a knife through Maurelle's skull. And inevitable the children as well, there was no reason to spoil innocence because of a renegotiation of terms.
The weather was warm, unseasonably so even more Hawaii, which Maurelle had not come to expect. She had dressed for warm weather, in a turquoise with black trim sundress and a straw hat, matched off with some sandals and sunglasses. Even so, she was finding herself continually moving her chair closer to the shade that the trees in the tea garden provided to escape the rays of the beating sun. Or perhaps it was her anxiety in having to wait for the man to show. The loss of her powers had made such matters a requirement for her and put her on edge.
At a quarter towards three though, she could hear the thud of his shoes on the pavement and smell the cologne on the air before she ever saw him. "You're late." She said in a half playful tone before placing her tea cup on a saucer and resting the spoon next to it. "Please sit down, we have much to discuss, you and I."