01-10-2015, 09:02 AM
Jessika slid from the car, making sure her suit skirt did not slide too high on her legs as she did. She could hear her mother's voice as she did, chastising her for not wearing panty hose with her heels, but Jessika muted the inner sound before the inevitable frown darkened her lovely face.
Two men in dark suits and bulges reminiscent of pistols under their jackets climbed from the other SUV. She breathed a little easier upon seeing them. Fright never came easily to her, as she took a threat as a personal offense more than anything else, but this meeting would have the calmest person on edge.
She smiled when Cory climbed out of the car behind her. When she moved into the governor's mansion, he would be her top aide, but until then, he was the man in charge of her campaign.
"Clever of him to suggest meeting here,"
Jessika said, peering up the long white columns of the house before her. They were to meet on somewhat equal grounds: the man who owned this property was Mexican by birth, but now a naturalized citizen, he was one of Jessika's biggest supporters - financially and philosophically. Nobody would notice that she paid him a personal visit today. She often spoke with big contributors in intimate settings.
With Cory at her side, and the two members of her detail close by, they were shown inside, and led to a magnificent study.
Jessika boldly walked through the door held open for her. Her red suit was composed of a short skirt and jacket with fitted darting down the sides. She had a silk blouse beneath and simple but classic jewelry. Her voluminous blonde hair was pushed behind her shoulders, her expression confident. Upon entering, she beheld someone that was entirely the opposite of Damien Oakland. Those big blue eyes blinked in surprise. She was immediately wary of having been tricked.
It was a woman lounging behind a desk that wasn't hers. She certainly looked like someone Damien would send on his behalf, but that wasn't their deal. She was here to see him not an intermediary. "And who are we?"
She asked, tone cloyingly sweet. Having filed in after, Cory, exchanged looks with the nearest of the two security detail.
Two men in dark suits and bulges reminiscent of pistols under their jackets climbed from the other SUV. She breathed a little easier upon seeing them. Fright never came easily to her, as she took a threat as a personal offense more than anything else, but this meeting would have the calmest person on edge.
She smiled when Cory climbed out of the car behind her. When she moved into the governor's mansion, he would be her top aide, but until then, he was the man in charge of her campaign.
"Clever of him to suggest meeting here,"
Jessika said, peering up the long white columns of the house before her. They were to meet on somewhat equal grounds: the man who owned this property was Mexican by birth, but now a naturalized citizen, he was one of Jessika's biggest supporters - financially and philosophically. Nobody would notice that she paid him a personal visit today. She often spoke with big contributors in intimate settings.
With Cory at her side, and the two members of her detail close by, they were shown inside, and led to a magnificent study.
Jessika boldly walked through the door held open for her. Her red suit was composed of a short skirt and jacket with fitted darting down the sides. She had a silk blouse beneath and simple but classic jewelry. Her voluminous blonde hair was pushed behind her shoulders, her expression confident. Upon entering, she beheld someone that was entirely the opposite of Damien Oakland. Those big blue eyes blinked in surprise. She was immediately wary of having been tricked.
It was a woman lounging behind a desk that wasn't hers. She certainly looked like someone Damien would send on his behalf, but that wasn't their deal. She was here to see him not an intermediary. "And who are we?"
She asked, tone cloyingly sweet. Having filed in after, Cory, exchanged looks with the nearest of the two security detail.