<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/32aF3Rf.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://68.media.tumblr.com/0a56b4fdcd377404cc2dc0fc897fcf20/tumblr_ogp36gCdMh1tkcy1ko2_r1_540.png)</div><div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong><br/>&lt; - <strong>Alexandra Vale</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13068641#msg13068641) | <strong>Jake Mitchum</strong> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=264761.msg13090020#msg13090020) - &gt;<br/><strong>Date:</strong><br/>Day 1<br/>Shortly before the beginning of the HOA Meeting<br/><strong>Where:</strong><br/>Home Office<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong><br/>Jeans, casual blouse | Slacks, dark dress shirt<br/><strong>Status:</strong><br/>Plotting Revenge<br/><strong>Warning:</strong><br/>Light, Conversation<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Mentioning Gregory Eames.<br/>Closed.<br/></div><br/><hr/><br/>Through the plumes of hazy smoke from her cigarette, Alex looked upon the photos she had once thought she would never take.<br/><br/>Her gaze was critical, sweeping over every inch of the vibrant photos in her hand.  She begrudgingly allowed herself to think they were just about flawless with how her body popped out upon the glossy photos.  Photoshopped, she suspected, the lines and wrinkles digitally removed to present a body that looked stunning in it's naked glory.<br/><br/>She had often rolled her eyes at the people whose photos needed considerable work on the computer, who had spent hours and hours trying to make themselves some false image of themselves.  Alex had always been a believer in being true to one's self, to not worry about what others thought and gossiped about behind the backs of others.  But she had to admit, in that moment, she was a little bit thankful for the technology that made her look so good in the photos.<br/><br/>“They look good.” She said, placing the photos back down upon the desk, sitting back in her seat as she looked upon the photographer.<br/><br/>Jake Mitchum smiled softly.  “You look good.”<br/><br/>Alex allowed a shade of a smile to cross her features.  “Quite the charmer.”<br/><br/>A chuckle escaped Jake's lips.  “I try.”<br/><br/>Her eyes turned back to the photos as they sat upon her desk.  She wondered if she was ready to do such an act.  It had been in the back of her mind for some time, one of many ideas that had crossed her thoughts as she wondered and debated just how to get back at that son of a bitch.<br/><br/>The thought of naked photos had never really sat right with her.  Perhaps it was old fashioned in her mind, but Alex was a believer in keeping her body to herself and those she chose to share it with.  Taking photos, or videos, for that matter, only risked an invasion of privacy she detested.  No one, not one of her former lovers, not even herself, had taken photos of her body.<br/><br/>And then, at that very moment, she had a small little stack of photos that crossed the boundaries she had set up for herself.<br/><br/>They were done tastefully, done the right way.  Not something done out of some sleazy porn.  They spoke of something personal, something special.  A desire that spoke through the way her eyes gazed at the camera, from the way she looked over her shoulder, her body exposed and laid bare for the viewers to see.<br/><br/>It was just the way she wanted it.<br/><br/>She took a silver Sharpee from the cup of pens at her desk, writing out a note in the metallic ink in a neat, flowing script placed just above some of her more intimate areas of one photo.<em>You never know what you've got until it's gone...</em><br/><br/>He would know who it was from, she thought, as she wrote the same message upon every other photograph in the pile, placing the script strategically over her private areas, a further tease and torment.  There could be no doubt in his mind as to who had sent it.<br/><br/>“He lives in that huge glass monstrosity.” Alex said, gathering the photos and placing them into a manila envelope, sealing it before leaving a print of her lips in lipstick upon the flap.  Upon the front, she marked For Greg.<br/><br/>Jake laughed, nodding his head.  “I think I know which one you're talking about.” He said, taking the envelope that was offered.<br/><br/>“Just leave it in the mailbox.” She said, sitting back to take a look at her watch, knowing that she was a bit behind schedule to get to the meeting.  “He'll find it sooner or later.”