A Day in the Life of a Femme Fatale (mellymel / Madstack)

[mellymel]

The news was buzzing with shock over the sudden death of Mayor Rogers, especially since the rumor behind it was one of the most famous escorts in New York could possibly be behind it. There were different rumors going around starting from there being a steamy relationship and the Mayor not wanting to leave his wife to her just being a mentally disturbed woman that didn't agree with certain laws that were being passed. At the end of it all no one knew what happened and no one knew how Tathia Rothien was connected to this murder, all anyone could say was she was some how connected. Some people praised her for "getting rid" of a corrupt man but she had also started to receive death threats so she started interviewing body guards, after all she didn't want to be bothered while she was working.

Tahia waited at home, she had just finished getting ready for the interview and was just ready for him to get to her home. She walked to her kitchen her heels clicking on the real hard wood floor with each step, her bright red lips moving as she mouthed, "Matthew Cartwright" as if she was trying to memorize it. Taking out a corkscrew she stopped to admire herself in full length mirror that covered the front of her refrigerator. She wore her favorite little red dress, it wrapped her body closely hugging he curves in all the right places. The shoes black and high heeled framed long slender tanned legs that showed the fact she worked out daily every day. Her long dark hair went to the small of her back and carefully taken care of, running her hands through her hair she ruffled out her hair to make sure every strand was just right. Her make up perfectly placed in natural gold hues and browns to make her eyes even more intense, Her dark brown eyes flashed with amusement as she opened a bottle of red wine and poured herself a glass.

She made her way back into the living room to resume listening to the news. She was ready for the this nightmare to end and get on with her life, after all there was much more fun to be had and she could not live without doing what she loved, her job. Sitting down on an expensive leather sofa she crossed her small legs and waited for what she hoped was a solution to her problem. Her eyes went over the expensive living room, it's plush carpets, real leather sofa and love seat. This was her home and she wasn't going to lose it without a fight, not for what people thought she could of done, that just wasn't good enough for her.

[Madstack]

The sun was fading into the clouds, as Matthew was driving for his destination. Hopefully it wasn't going to be rainy today, as he hadn't exactly picked the best wear for that... weather report, of course they got it wrong again. Matthew listened the news on the radio for a while, before turning it off, taking a left turn from the lights. He knew the news already, and what the topic of the day was... again. After all, death of a mayor has always been a big thing, nevertheless on big apple. Matthew checked himself from the mirror, removing his sunglasses, before putting a hand over his mouth, taking a deep breath. It was a fresh breathing, as Matthew had made the best effort for his entire outfit not smelling cigarets. He had a slight health issue with those if he would keep going on like that, and he admitted he had a problem with them... he just hope his job and payment wouldn't depend on it.

Getting to the house, Matthew looked at the tall building... at least it wasn't on any shady parts of the city for sure, finding a troublemaker would be almost as hard as to find a free space to park his car. Managing to get a pot a block away, Matthew stepped outside to the street, locking his car properly before walking back to her address. Mrs. Rothien... Matthew had to check the spelling twice on that. Getting for the entrance of the building, he had been told to take on the 21st floor. Getting to the elevator, Matthew checked himself once more. He had closed his brown jacket to make him look more official, his hair tidied up and a proper trousers instead of his usual jeans. He did used to have a more casual wear for these to get some attention out of him, but people of this class had more requirements on their bodyguards than to just keep them safe.

Finally getting to the right floor, Matthew got to the door that had number 55 on it, pressing the doorbell, fixing his appearance for a second to not make it look anyhow sloppy... it was the first impression, after all, that left the biggest mark.

[mellymel]

She heard the door and quickly made her way forwards it, and after a quick look in the mirror to make sure everything was perfect and in place she put on a big smile and opened the door. When she saw the person behind the door her red lips tugged into a more flirtatious smile a wicked glint lighting up her eyes, "welcome! I take you are here for the interview?" She took a step back her dark hills tapping loudly on the hardwood flood, "come in, are you thirsty?" She shook out her hair as she looked him over sizing him up, so far she was impressed but she would know more once she actually got to talk to him.

She noticed the cigarette smoke but it didn't bother her, after all she ket many ash trays around her home for her clients. She didn't smoke but she wasn't going to tell any of her clients what they could and could not do to their own body. She after all was only careful with her own body since it was the way she made money. When she continued to speak her voice was velvety smooth and flirtatious, "would you like a drink, water or a beer?"

[Madstack]

Matthew was glad for getting such warm welcoming. At least she wasn't shy or unsocial... then again, she wouldn't be in her position if she would. "Indeed, name's Matthew Cartwright." he said, though he knew she knew it. "I could definitely need a drink, though just water Mrs. Rothien." Matthew then said. He didn't tend to drink during days, definitely not with potential boss. He looked around the house slightly, making notice of the fact the whole place looked tidy and well furnished... not every man or woman would afford such luxuries this place had.

The next thing he already noticed was the charm that Rothien was all in for. She seemed genuinely nice person... the fact she was messed up in something like this made it look all more odd, but Matthew wasn't about politics, he was about to keep his clients safe. "You sure have a nice place to live in." Matthew said, trying to start a slight casual conversation in hopes for that social people like other social people. "Must have taken more than few days salary to get apartment around this block".

[mellymel]

She waved a slender hand towards an expensive over stuffed black leather couch, "please take a seat Mr. Cartwright." When he mentioned how nice her place was she just smirked, "I get paid well, I am good at what I do." After closing the door she went to the kitchen and then came back with a bottle of water, "your very prompt, I couldn't imagine how terrible the parking must be around here." She put the bottle water on a glass coaster on a red oak coffee table in front of the sofa. With a few steps she sat down in a matching arm chair that was across from the sofa, "so Mr. Cartwright, do you understand that I would much prefer that you would move in me. It isn't a requirement but I will make your food free and you will still be paid well." She leaned back and crossed her slender legs and folding her on top her knees, "it isn't a requirement but parking when you don't live in the apartment is hell and I would rather keep you close for my protection."

She looked around the place as she looked thoughtful, "I have an extra room that my old body guard had stayed in, and your welcome to smoke but no drinking." She shrugged her shoulders as a sly smile came over her face, "I know that is a lot to ask for some but I would rather keep a guard with a level head."

She had been testing him a bit and so far she was impressed. Her eyes looked over his face as she was trying to figure him out. She normally was a good judge of character but with the mess with the mayor she was stating to wonder if she was getting rusty with how well she could read people. Right now she just needed someone to keep her safe as she reshined her once perfect reputation.

[Madstack]

"Please, you can call me just Matthew... or even Matt, if it rings better." Matthew said back to her, taking the seat. He did sit down bit casual, yet clearly interested on her and what she had to say. Moving in wasn't ideal to him and his privacy, but most likely to get him this job. He had enough moneyproblems to not being able to choose himself anymore. "Don't worry about it, I can stay here as long as it is required." Matthew said with smile, trying to make it sound like the best option for him as well. "And you won't be having a problem with the drinking either. I don't tend to drink during work either, and this seems like a 24/7 type of job." Matthew said.

Then he looked at the water bottle on the table. Not sure was he supposed to get a glass for it himself or just drink straight out of it, he decided to go with the later one. "So, may I ask what happened to the former guard Mrs. Rothie?" Matthew asked, after a sip of the refreshing water. "Just so I wouldn't run into same sort of mistakes, in case there was made any." he added shortly.

[mellymel]

She nodded her head as she got up and went to a dark desk tucked in the corner of the big room, "so when can you start," she had took out a small envelope from the top drawer of the desk and a small silver necklace with a red ruby got pushed out on accident and she clearly hadn't noticed. "If you accept this is your first payment of three thousand and you will get your payment first day of every month. I work mainly at night and sleep in a lot, I would rather not be disturbed unless you know for sure someone is here to kill me. I encourage having a personal weapon and for you to get registered for a concealed weapon." She tapped the envelope on its side as she thought, " I took today off, I wanted to take you out tonight to see how well you do."

She at first seemed like she was going to ignore the question but she finally answered, "Andrew was my last body guard, hrs was a good man. He felt that he needed to serve this country so he joined the marines, this of course was before all this mess, and he went to war over seas. He passed away," her voice trailed off for a moment as she thought for a moment the smile leaving herself for only a second before it came back. "He was a good man, very good body guard and well known, you have big shoes to fill." She closed the drawer and took a few steps towards him, "so does everything sound fair?"

[Madstack]

Matthew didn't exactly know what to say about her former bodyguard, so he just decided not to say a thing about that, not wanting to exactly focus her on anyones death. "Everything does seem fair mrs. Rothien, I can start pretty much the day you want me to... I can assume it's from today." Matthew said, looking at the envelope. "I do have a weapon, though I'm not carrying it right now. I tend to not do that while not on work, though I assume I should get other personal stuff of mine around here in case this job takes more than few days..." Matthew said, before actually getting curious about it.

"So how long was this job going to take? Until at some point, or you have any other more specific date?" Matthew asked from her. He certainly hoped this was something he could actually take on... he had no guts to get into actual war at least, like the one she used to work with. "Other than that, I would like to see the rest of the apartment quickly enough, so I get the basic idea what I would be dealing here with". The tall building wasn't exactly the best for a random thug to get in with a pocket knife, but being this high in the politics, there was slight danger of actual organized assassinations as well.

[mellymel]

"A few days?" She looked confused for just a moment before her smile widened, "I am more looking for a full time position for as long as you wish to have it." She looked thoughtful for a moment her dark brown eyes showing amusement, "after all I have no idea how long this stupid trail is even going to last." Her hills clicked on the hardwood floor as she made her way towards the front door, "after all, I have nothing to gain by killing pay days so I don't even understand why they would ever think I would of done it." She shook her head as she stopped in front of the mirror her eyes looking over her make up one last time, "I am sure you parked a good ways away. Why don't you go fetch your car and park?" Her eyes darted back towards him looking at him through the window as a pink lip pouted slightly, "what type of vehicle do you have?" She turned around so she could be facing him as she looked thoughtful, "after all, we can't have you driving anything run down, it looks bad on me."

She picked up a small purse near the front door just behind her, "you have my number, just give me a call when you put the car in garage." She looked through her purse, "here is the garage pass card you will need this on you at all times after all your going to be driving my car."