AU; Before The Devil Knows We’re Dead. [+merchantofdestruction]
“A pleasure indeed,” Natasha acknowledges, drawing her hand back slowly. She makes her way to the cafe - the smell of expensive, handmade coffee drawing her like a moth to a flame. It may be her cover, that Talia enjoys the finer things in life, but Natasha does just the same. She orderers not only her own drink, but Anthony’s too, before taking her seat gracefully in the cafe. “You have quite the reputation,“ she remarks, glancing around the near deserted room. All the better for what they are about to do. “I had not thought it so easy to gain an audience.”
Anthony raised his eyebrows slightly, and a satisfied grin was plastered on his face. This woman had the guts to decide which coffee he had. Hm. Nice.
He sat down in the booth, in the back of the cozy cafe they were in at the moment. “I’d rather discuss these business in private, miss Petrovsky.“ The business man said and straightened his tie. He observed her for a bit, watching her eyes, nose, lips, hair. Who was this woman?
"What company are you working for, miss Petrovsky?” He asked and thanked the waitress when she brought them their drinks.
Natasha can feel Anthony’s eyes on her, although she never once raises her eyes to his. Not yet. This is a long game, and she’s an expert at it. “That can be arranged,” she tells him, taking a delicate sip from her cup. “But first, let us enjoy our coffee. The finest blend in the city, or so I am told.”
She brushes her hair back from her face - longer than she’d like, far longer than she’s comfortable with - before reaching into her bag. She draws out a silver card holder, drawing one out and handing it to him. Her cover is never anything less than flawless.
“I am a consultant with the Ministry of Defence, in Russia,” she tells him with a faint smirk. “And outside of that, well…. I suppose you would call me a broker of sorts. I work independently, sourcing whatever my clients require.”
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Natasha looks back, reclining in her chair and letting her perfectly polished nails tap against the table. “What do you...
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Anthony nodded, and grabbed his cup, it was plain black coffee. The coffee he liked most. Mm. Good guess? He took a sip...