<div class="floatleft">(http://25.media.tumblr.com/63778f451dddfcacb31f8acbd2edabc3/tumblr_mlmpo3jOmy1rkcdc7o1_1280.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Talia Jasmine Heilprin<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Miranda's Bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Miranda<hr/><br/><em>Tick, tock. Tick, tock.</em>Miranda seemed to not even notice Talia had entered into the room. She stood there like an ice statue. Her hand reached up to wipe a bead of sweat from her forehead. Everything felt like a nightmare. Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours.<br/><br/>Her mouth dropped open, but she was unable to speak. Just as she was about to choke out a few words, Miranda's voice echoed around the room. It was powerful, and it closely resembled the way she had spoken to Talia when she had rejected her request to buy back Miranda's share of her company. The mere tone made Talia shiver, let alone the words themselves.<br/><br/>"Of- oh of course, Miss Hot!" She stammered, her voice closely resembling that of a secretary. The mixture of fear and nervousness made her revert to her natural habit of calling Miranda by her business name. It took only an instant for the woman to disappear from sight. Ten seconds passed, and they seemed much shorter than the seconds of silence. Talia raised her hand to the door and knocked gently. All she could think about was Miranda's powerful persona. She was such a wonderful business partner, and she had such perfect qualities for the political arena as well. Such a commanding and arrogant woman... Such perfection in the eyes of Talia.