<div class="floatleft">(http://i548.photobucket.com/albums/ii331/Nolifeking_photos/blonde-phone.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Glamorous</span></span><br/><em>Blonde Fashionista, Petite Titan</em><br/><strong>STR:</strong>8<strong>SPE:</strong>0<strong>INT:</strong>2<br/><strong>DUR:</strong>4<strong>AGL:</strong>0<strong>PER:</strong>2<br/><br/><em>~At the League HQ~</em><br/><br/>...baby,why dun u ditch work?  me and boiz go broco live it up.  let ur hair dwn, cme w/ us.  Derek's texts rapidly scrolled down the iPhone's screen, his next one being a quick image snapped with his phone of him and his football buddies who were going over to Samuel Brockman's house after a grueling practice.  The Brockmans were the elite, with both the father being an established businessman specializing in robotics, and the wife owing her own law firm.  Their house was easily one of the largest in Ursa City and Samuel Brockman was known for having a monthly allowance that doubled more than what most adults were able to make in a year.  No doubt, they were going to invite a few cute girls, down a case or three of beers, and relive their victory from last season where they won the national championship.  And Derek Rothman wanted the girl who was what he claimed to the reporters, "his inspiration" to come so he could show her off to all his guy friends once more.<br/><br/>It was the most jiving place to be...if you were still a college student, which Nicole wasn't.  College seemed like almost another life once now that she had been gone for a little over a year.  And despite only going for three and a half years, she had managed to leave with a M.S. in organic chemistry, leaving the impression of 'a dumb blonde' in the dust.  It was for this reason, landing a job at Sigma-Aldrich had been simple.  She once had said herself,<em>"There may be girls prettier than I am, but I'm smarter.  And of course, there are girls smarter than I am, but..."</em>The rest was left unsaid, but someone could take it to a logical conclusion.<br/><br/>She held back an irritated sigh; this was part of the problem of having a quarterback, who was being nominated as an All-American and considered for the Heisman, for a boyfriend.  He always expected you to drop everything that you were doing so that you could accommodate his schedule and his life.  And honestly, she had only started seeing him in the last months before she had graduated after the third time he had asked her to go out and grab some dinner together.<br/><br/>can't.  2 mch todo 2nite.  mke it up 2 u.  xoxoxo  And with that, she momentarily turned her attention from the iPhone.  With a twinge of embarrassment, she realized that Landon had been outlining their mission and she had missed a majority of what had been said.  Even more embarrassing was that she had missed the entrance of the Countess, Miss Dione Laprade, Head of the League, and Glamorous' boss.  She just hoped that the other woman hadn't noticed or that if she did, Nicole's check wouldn't suffer for her lack of attention.  She knew that she was still the new girl, since this would be only her second job.<br/><br/>Again, much like Milady de Winter, the Countess was a gorgeous, stunning woman, loaded with more money than most smaller nations.  But unlike Milady de Winter, who gave off an aura of having always born into wealth, one realized that Dione Laprade had earned every dollar of it herself.  She radiated a confidence that could only come from success, and repeated success, at the highest level.  The type of success one obtained from being the absolute best at what they did and crushing any potential rivals into the dirt along the way.  It was an ideal that Nicole strived towards herself and hoped that one day she would reach.  That pool of absolute confidence.  That aura of absolute independence.  When sleazeballs like Mr. Thompson or even middle-management men like Mr. Wilkins wouldn't even have the opportunity to come within one hundred yards of her.  When little whores like Traci Atkins would tearfully beg to be a boot-licking sycophant just so she could be part of the buzz and the hype that surrounded Nicole and her every move.<br/><br/>Thankfully, she had just caught enough at the end of Landon's speech to piece together what was happening.  "The Rubric Scarab?" she echoed.  "It was just retrieved a month or two ago, right?  From the tomb of that famous Egyptian king?  The headlines were buzzing that day about it and the incredible ruins that they had managed to unearth."  Silently, a sigh of relief was given.<em>"Just another robbery, right?  I can handle that.  It shouldn't big too deal of a deal."</em>Those were her unsaid, private thoughts.