Now Where’s Your Champion? [@athermajestysservice]
Natasha slips her hand behind her back, pressing three fingers up. Three minutes, then follow.
The target has gained confidence from the lack of reaction from the room, hand roaming down her back possessively. As they step into the elevator, she leans over to press the button, she finds James in the room, ensuring that he’s watching as the overhead light registers the penthouse destination.
James’ eyes flickered over to her intermittently as she walked, and he caught the three fingers, glancing at his watch.
As they stepped into the lift, he watched the light to get the floor they’d be on before giving her a subtle nod, turning his focus back to those he was talking with. Three minutes, and he’d make an excuse and get out of there so that he could go and check up on how things were going on her end.
Natasha has made her way upstairs with the mark, acquiescing to his heavy, uncultured pawing as she extracts the pass key from his pocket. Step one, complete. She just needs the office code from him now - and that will be much more pleasurable for her.
After ascertaining that they’re certainly alone, she has him face down on the ground, the gun from the holster around her thigh pointed at his head. “Le code. Qu'est-ce que le code?” she demands in fast, furious French. As he babbles, barely comprehensible, she makes a sound of clear disgust. Let James get the code from him.
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