@CearBare
The glittering lights of city skyscrapers shone through the clear night sky. A young woman sat with her back to the big glass window in an old fashioned green armchair. A single green light glowed over her. She was wearing a trim pinstripe black suit with an emerald green tie and pocket square. She had a thin smirk across her face as she stared down at a book she held in her right hand. She licked her fingers to turn the page.
“Miss Jacqueline?” a voice said from across the shadowy room.
A stream of light poured into the room, highlighting her wavy red hair that she had pulled back into a short braid.
“Just call me Jackie,” She responded her smirk growing.
“Yes ma'am,” a small girl came into the room, her black shoes clacking against the floor.
She had curly blond hair and was wearing a black and white a-line dress with an apron.
“What is it, Antoinette?” She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward in her chair.
“Well, Miss Jackie-”
“Just Jackie,” her eyes looked piercingly at Antoinette.
“Well, um, Jackie, Mr. Hart is here to see you,” She avoided eye contact and rubbed her arm turning ever so slightly pink.
Jackie stood up and straightened her tie.
“Why didn’t you just say so? Send him in,” She walked over to Antoinette and gave her a sly smile.
Antoinette blushed and kept her eyes on the floor.
“I, uh,” She paused in fluster, “I’ll go do that.”
She turned around and began to make her way out when Jackie stopped her.
“Oh and one other thing Antoinette,” She called back to her.
“Yes, ma’am?” She walked up petitely.
Jackie looked down Antoinette.
“What is it, ma’am?” She turned the tip of pink.
“Make sure I’m free tonight, and while you’re at it you might want to make sure you’re free yourself,” She smiled a hint of something sweet and a little cheeky pooling up in her eyes.
Quickly Antoinette looked at Jackie’s lips then down at the floor.
“Of course,” a broad smile crossed her face and she quickly made her way off to greet their guest.
Jackie rubbed the back of her neck and watched as she walked off. She made her way sauntering back into the room. She poured her self a glass of scotch and walked over to the plate glass window. The room had a sleek design mostly made up of slick black stone and a touch of green every once and awhile. A single step rose up towards the window and desk area. In the middle of the room, a set of green armchairs and a coach sat with an ebony coffee table in the middle. On one side of the room, sat a black and gold liquor table. She walked past her desk, throwing her coat on top of her leather chair. Leaning against the window, she put her thumb in her belt loop and held her scotch in the other.
So what do you think?