<div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Disgusting Filth</strong></div><br/><br/>Nicolai was a rat. A disgusting, piece of living human flesh. Esmerelda knew what he planned to do with Mrs. Callihan, she could smell the pheromones as he became aroused with merely the thought. She scrunched her nose and made a face of pure distaste.<br/><br/>" Of course, as you wish Mr. Vorstiche."<br/><br/>When the limo pulled to a halt, Esmerelda opened her door and made her exit. Fixing the back of her skirt in the process. Her lips pulling into a pleasant smirk once she was out of his view. Oh! What a puppet he was. Dancing on her strings. She closed the planner and as it snapped shut so did the door slam behind her. She made her way up the steps of their headquarters. Oh, he'd be calling her name soon enough. Begging for her salvation. The sway of her hips was mesmerizing. The way she moved with sheer grace caught the eyes of every lowlife scum nearby. The sound of her heels upon the concrete stairs were the only sounds that gave her away.<br/><br/>She pushed through the glass doors and headed towards office. Tossing the planner down onto the desk top she removed her suit jacket and laid it over the back of her chair. Spinning the vessel around she plopped down into it and propped her heels up on the edge of the desk. Tossing her glasses across the table she rubbed her eyes. It was so much easier to see without them. Those bright eyes illuminated the darkness. Allowing her to see with strict precision as she reached for the file on the tech conference.<br/><br/>"Worthless.."<br/><br/>She whispered beneath her breath. How was it, she was as powerful as she was .. and working for the lowest man of them all? Allowing herself to be used for his personal greed? Disgusting.. Dropping her slender legs from their propped position and she flipped on the computer. Logging into the central unit, she began running the files for the tech conference. All the while that inhuman chill crept down her spine.<br/><br/>Tingling her senses and distracting her. Something wasn't right, something was very, very, wrong. But she just couldn't tell exactly what. Vorstiche was worthless mortality, he was human. No one else in his brigade was like her, or any of the other downworlder species that roamed the plane of the living. Someone or something was trying to warn her. Something was coming.<br/><br/>She could feel it, the worlds twisting and turning inside of her, they ripped and burned inside of her. She couldn't be in any worse of a condition. Shoulders slumped and she felt herself fall into the poised relax posture of those she worked with. Slum. slender digits pressed to her temples, rubbing in a circular motion as she tried to erase the thoughts from her mind. Trying to remember how to focus, but something pushed for her past to bubble to the surface.<br/><br/>The memories.. Everything she could do for him .. everything she could be for him .. but when she tried, she had stepped too far and fell. She had succumb to the sin of the world. After about an hour of postponing, she finally finished the file and prep work for the tech conference. Rising up from her seat she began to clean the clutter of papers. reorganizing everything. Putting them back in their proper place and setting it up for Mr. Vorstiche when he was to return in the morning.<br/><br/>"Everything I do .. and that bastard is ungrateful..."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;"><strong><em>Como hombres, aún nosotros como ángeles, se han caído.</em></strong> <br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 1em;">[Such as men, even we as angels, have fallen.][/</span>right]</div>