I'm Coming Out! [Side Story: Exposed!]

[Enver Marshall II]

Mona: Mona frowned "You're speaking of yourself and some others I know Mr Marshall . I used to lump all vampires in one basket then something happened that changed my mind. There are those among you who do not take your views on feeding and sustenance the same . Well to be blunt i suspect there are a few of your kind just as mine that like to kill for more than just a way of feeding themselves? How do you think you can escape the greater public lumping in the individuals who value human life in with those that do not”

Enver Marshall II: Enver sighed and shook his head. "I would say, judge each person...not vampire, not human...but person as an individual Miss McGee. I wasn't implying that there are not those who don't act like dicks, just as there are those who are human that act like dicks. I don't lie, but I do speak truth. Those I know and spend time with, do not take joy of hurting others in any capacity. I expect to change people's perception with the book I'm writing. With the life I live. With the things I have done and created during my time as a vampire. I expect to take it one day, one night at a time. Would you call every redhead a terrorist if some guy that had red hair walked into a bank and blew it up tomorrow? I think not."
Mona: You mentioned being able to sustain yourself from learned abilities Does this mean that vampires have powers and will you be discussing any of these special abilities in your book ?"

Enver Marshall II: "There may be some vague references, but nothing specific, no. My book starts from the span of my life as a human...from the time I was a boy, until the current state of things in my life. Give or take a month or so. I don't believe my powers define me in any capacity. They assist me some nights...such as keeping myself nourished as to not feed or buy blood packs, but most nights? I'm just a regular guy running my businesses. There's no powers for helping me be good at that. It's something I've built and worked on for the last handful or so of years. Some people are good at teaching kids things, some good at putting an arm back in a socket, but my calling is business tycoon it seems. Not that I have much of a choice. I'd go back to acting in a heartbeat, but the sun sort of hinders that. Most movies are recorded during hours where the sun is up over our heads."

Mona: "Most movies yes but with the advancement of CGI in movies these days location shooting is a thing of the past in a great many movies Do you think with the coming out of Vampires that you could make a comeback in the world of acting ?"

Enver Marshall II: "Potentially. There are still some things we need to take into consideration. Prior to the vampires stepping out of the coffin that is. Things like...why doesn't Mr. Marshall really eat anymore? Can you get a tan, Mr. Marshall? Why is he always drinking from that silver cup...is it booze, is it a power drink? What is it? It was too risky and sloppy then. Now things might be different, but up until a couple months ago? Not a chance in hell, Miss McGee." Enver leaned against a wall as he fished out another cigarette. "I think with the right producer and an open mind? Anything is possible. Sure. Why not?"

Mona: ”You know there is going to be a great deal of paranoia and stupidity going on along with flat out hatred of your kind. How do you plan to deal with such things seeing that you will be a very public figure?"

Enver Marshall II: Enver grinned. "I can afford to beef up my security systems if need be, Miss McGee. You sound like a fan." He pulls out a pen and autographs the pack of cigarettes and tosses it to her. "This will be worth something someday. Either, the guy who changed everything, or the vampire who died trying."

Mona: Mona smiled " Mr Marshal there is one thing i've learned about vampires and I won't tell you how i know and i'm afraid to publish it ... But when you die you come back "
Enver Marshall II: "Well, let's keep it our secret." He shrugged his shoulders. "If things go up **** creek, I might not want to come back. What will there be to come back to or for if people can't look at us as individuals and not a group of people just because we all happen to share the same...virus or whatever it is that makes people vampires."

Mona: " Do you mind if i ask you about your reflections I’ve noticed that some vampires have them. some do not the ones that have them are either ghastly or well not the same person you're seeing .... When i learned of this and realized that people were walking around without reflections, i have to admit i started checking my makeup in my compact a lot and was amazed at what i saw."

Enver Marshall II: Enver nods his head. "I've heard the same thing. I can't say if that's true or not. But, does it matter? If you see the person standing in front of you conversing, does that mean that didn't happen just because they lack a reflection?"
"No one I've ever brought home was looked at through a mirror...if you catch my drift." He waggles his brows at her.

Mona: "Well you haven’t seen one installed above a bed then just to realize the invisible man is there Mr Marshall " she winked at him

Enver Marshall II: "Well, if there's a man in my room, I assure you he's not just a vampire or just a human. He's a criminal. I don't swing for that team. Rest assure, Miss McGee."

Mona: "Well that goes both ways Mr Marshall i'm quite sure you don’t want to stare at yourself but then you may be a narcissist . "It's getting late Is there anything you would like the general public to know about your book ?

Enver Marshall II: He chuckled and shook his head. He had come to terms with his reflection years ago. He didn't like it, so he didn't look at it. That wasn't who he was, and why he looked the way he did in a mirror was a big mystery. "Absolutely. It hits shelves next week. I'll be doing some book signing tours in the weeks to come in the US. A few in Canada too. To find out times and locations check out the website...Idon'tbite.org. And lastly, remember that there was a man before there was a vampire. A piece of **** man who was killing himself due to his addiction. Now, that man, who happens to be a vampire employs hundreds of people, had brought entertainment back to the city of Harper Rock after decades of the old theater being closed, a vampire that's been drug free and almost alcohol free for years. Who got his **** together. We're not perfect, no one is. But integration is possible. It sort of already had been happening without people knowing it. think about the possibilities. A police team of vampires. Super human strength and talents...military...actors and actresses that never age, can be around for decades providing entertainment. Really, it's a win-win Miss McGee. Thank you for your time tonight. And if you have a mirror you ever want me to check out..." He gave another wink before ducking inside his office to leave her find her own way out.

[Lelantos]

Enver_Marshall: was sitting on a couch going through a pile of papers when the door opened and in walked...his ex-wife. That's right. The city was just getting stranger and stranger, but Enver learned to roll with the punches some time ago, and so, here they were. The papers were casually tossed down next to other like papers, words typed on a very white, thicker than average computer paper. "Evening, Lel." He nods at her.

Lelantos hadn't forgotten how to get to the second floor, his assumption being correct. When she entered, a few memories filtered into her mind. When was the last time they had been in the same room together? "Enver," she replied, hoping her voice remained even. What on earth had possessed her to message him for a job. "A pleasure to see you again."

Enver_Marshall: He extended a hand to either chair on the left and right of the couch he was occupying, grinning at her. "Why don't you sit down?" Lelantos had been the last person he thought would apply for a job from him, so he was feeling a little confused, apprehensive and concerned. Their situation was quite...unusual, wasn't it? And even more so now. "You look good. As always." His tone was straightforward, his eyes lingering on no specific asset of hers as he said that. It was true. Lel had always been a looker. She was one of the many women in the city that made vampires sexy, if that's what they were.

Lelantos: attempted to remain passive, indifferent, but Enver had been one of the only people to truly get under her skin. Certainly there had been bad times, but there had been wonderful ones too. When he gestured to a chair, the killer gave a curt nod, slipping her lithe body into the softness. When his words crept into her ears, icy depths looked directly at his face, a smile tugging at her lips, blonde hair caressing her cheeks as her head tilted to garner a better look at him. He hadn't changed much. "Thank you, that's kind of you to say. You are looking well too. Time has been kind to you."

Enver_Marshall: chuckled and then sat back and relaxed in the chair after glancing at her, taking note of any and all possible areas that might be housing a weapon. "Curse of being an Allurist. Or benefit. However one wants to look at it. I feel great. Be that due to vampirism or the path. Who knows?" He glanced at the papers that had words typed all the same size, independent every so often in the font of his choice at the time. "I have to cut to the chase and admit that your message...surprised me." He tugged at the tie around his neck, loosening it before it found a spot carelessly on the couch at his side. "What have you been up to lately?" It was asked for two reasons...to see what, if anything she knew about what he had been up to and to see how time was or wasn't kind to her.

Lelantos: kept her eyes trained on him, drinking in each movement he made. It wasn't that she distrusted his intentions, but the invitation had caught her off guard. After all, their final encounter had been less than pleasurable. Exhaling for a moment, the killer decided to remove her coat, exposing the dress she wore. Lelantos noted how his eyes had scanned her body; looking for weapons? It was a shame she had none to present. Against her normal judgment she had forgone bringing any. If a fight was to ensue, it would be like old times, fist to face. "Did it?" She drawled, her voice soft, though betraying none of her inner musings. "Perhaps it was. But your invitation was even more surprising." She returned, turning her gaze onto the room now, taking in the subletting differences since she had last been here. "To be honest, I've been rather reclusive. I speak to no one and no one speaks to me." She admitted, her eyes once more on him, watching him remove his tie. "And you?"

Enver_Marshall: He felt her eyes on him and suddenly he felt nervous. He shouldn't, but Lelantos had that ability to do that to him. He didn't miss the dress. it did surprise him a little. "Oh, you know, a little of this and that." He started before his left ankle found a place on his right knee. "Keeping quite for the most part. Busy running a few different companies in Harper Rock and then one back home. In Cali. Also working on a book. A memoir or biography I guess you could call it." He glanced down at the paper, indicating that that was what it might very well be that he was reading. "As for my invitation, what's so surprising about getting together to converse with..." He paused and then dead panned in his hand. "My ex-wife?" He pulled his face free from his palm to reveal a big grin.

Lelantos: had to remind herself almost religiously that she was here to get a job, something that had been lacking from her life for a while now. Each day bled into the other, boring, uneventful. The urge to sleep the days away was overwhelming, but something kept her here. What was it? That she hadn't figured out. "You, quiet? Really now." Her tone was teasing, a smile blossoming on her dark lips. At the mention of his book, Lelantos felt her curiosity pique. What was he involving in there. "And what are you including in there? Your vampire life?" Icy irises never left his face. Reading people had never been her strong suit, emotions were hard to gauge for someone who struggled to understand them. "Well. If you recall, we didn't really use to converse much back then." The teasing in her voice still present. No. They had either been sparing or doing something else.

Enver_Marshall: He felt the steely gaze of his ex-wife on him when she inquired about the book. Enver nodded. "Some things about it, yes." His eyes remained on her. "It's called The Man; The Vampire. Times are changing Lel, and we need to make sure it's changing for the better. I don't know about you, but I sure don't want to have to be under observation from this group, or that one, or made to wear a chip or collar of whatever else people are on about now that vampires are out of the coffin. We need to show them that we're as normal, as much as we can be, with normal needs and wants. We have jobs. We want financial security, and so on." He glanced back down at the book. "This was one of the things I wanted to talk to you about...either this is going to be taken well, or taken very badly. And as head of security, that is something you need to be aware of." Everything stated was said with utmost professionalism and concern about her safety when placing herself in a potentially dangerous position. "And yeah. I still apparently such at communicating. Not as bad, but I still do." He admitted sheepishly with a quick run of his hand through his hair.

Lelantos: had never really had an opinion on the affairs that centered around their lives. No, that had always been Enver'a forte, or Velveteen's. Lelantos lacked the emotion and drive that was needed for this kind of thing. Those icy traveled from his face to rest on the papers scattered around him, appearing deep in thought, analysing his words. Finally she spoke, her voice unwavering. "You should know me better than anyone, I like a good fight. Whilst I have no opinion on the affairs that seem to have captured the city, I would rather you didn't die. Again. If that is to be the job tasked to me." Lelantos lifted her gaze, drinking him in once more. Enver had never had the blood thirst for fighting like she had. So it wasn't surprising that he didn't want to do this himself. At his final words a brow arched. "It was never really your fault. But both of ours. Communication can be a tricky affair. But I guess we've both grown in that department." What had he meant by that though? He still sucked. Trouble with his wife?

Enver_Marshall: nodded his head. "I'm aware, but why people want to fight, or choose to fight varies. Some are willing to die for a cause, others not." He said quite plainly, pretty confident that what he thought they should do (they as a species) was probably not what she thought. "I will pay you well, should you be fine with knowing that you might get in some trouble simply because the world is about to know I am a vampire, and you are standing between a person and the vampire they might not like." He grabbed the bottle of water from the furthest corner of the table, the one near her, opened it and took a long swig of it. "In some ways. I guess we have the luxury of learning from our faults since time is on our side, Lel." He grinned for a second before he looked at her seriously. "You would be agreeable to leaving Harper Rock?" That was a heavily weighted question for the obvious. People might very well die. Permanently. "I don't plan on dying...I just celebrated a party a couple months ago...two years and still standing here." He winked at her, chuckling softly.

Lelantos lifted a leg, perching it across the other as she listened intently. Enver had this way of drawing you in, making you want the things he wanted, simply because of the passion he displayed. It had always been one of the things she envied about her former husband. After some internal deliberating, Lel smiled at the man before her. "It sounds like a lot of fun. Something I haven't had for a long time. The skills I've garnered over the years won't be wasted, it seems." It was clear what he thought, his inner turmoil written over his face; death would be real, should something happen. "You know I never feared dying. But I don't plan on letting something so drastic happen. To answer your question, leaving will be fine. I have nothing to keep me here any more." A sad truth, but it couldn't be helped. The wink he cast her caused a small laugh to bubble forth. "You haven't changed at all."

Enver_Marshall knew Lel and knew her well enough to know that if she said she wasn't or was going to do something, she was or wasn't going to do it. It was one of the reasons he mentioned being head of his security. In a strange sense, though they ended terribly, Enver never believed his ex-wife wanted him dead. Sure, they fought a lot and sometimes it was physical, sometimes verbal, but in the end neither wanted the other dead. Enver, primarily because he didn't believe in taking anyone's life...even in knowing they could come back time and time again. Why Lel never put a bullet in him to send him to that place was a mystery and her own reasoning. Enver knew at one point, or a couple, that he probably deserved no less then a trip to the realm from Lelantos. "Well, I can assure you it won't be boring." He chuckled after some inner thought. "I'm hoping at the most, you'll get a sore foot from standing around being bored, but I'd like to be prepared for anything and everything. And I think you're just the girl who tends to be prepared for everything."

Lelantos appeared lost in thought for a moment or two, dwelling on things that had long been forgotten and buried. Their relationship had been a whirlwind. Disastrous. Lel often caught in the middle between Enver and Ty. And due to her lack of choosing, she had lost both of them in a matter of seconds. A hard lesson to learn, but one she had. Enver's words drew her from the past, her lips twisting into a beautiful smile. "I'm sure it will be a lot more interesting than anything I have been doing recently. Which is.. nothing. Will it be just you that I am shadowing?" She didn't want to pry into his personal life, but curiosity often dictated her mouth. "Prepared for most things, yes. There are some things even I cant predict. Unfortunately." If she had thst ability there would be a lot of things different in her life at the moment. That was for certain.

Enver_Marshall Enver listened to Lelantos thoughtfully before making a broad statement. "Life, and unlife, I think falls into this too, is what we make of it." Life for him had been quiet, abnormally so. It was something he missed at times, and at others, not so much. The final question pulled Enver from himself to those that would be joining him on this hopefully, advantageous journey of cohesiveness between both 'species.' He nodded. "Primarily, yes. I have an assistant, but she won't always be traveling with me. And even if she does, I am confident she can take care of herself." The woman could charm the pants off anyone just about. Humans didn't stand a chance against someone like her. But then he thought of another girl in his life. His disposition changed and he grew very tense. "However, occasionally, I will have my..." He swallowed hard. "Grace. She's almost four. My daughter." It rolled off his tongue naturally this time. Unlike the time he told Lorde about Grace or his other close friends. "At the more...controlled events. Outings. Like dinners or other things kids do." He looked at Lelantos quite blank faced, allowing her to absorb that information in. "Kids like to do kid things." He stated blankly, waiting for a plethora of questions about Grace from Lel. "She has a nanny, so I assure you, no baby sitting duties. Just making sure no one does anything stupid to her."

[Enver Marshall II]

Lelantos kept her eyes leveled on the male, her own face unreadable. It was one of the things people often detested about the killer; their inability to read her thoughts through her features. A trait she never knew to loathe or be thankful for. Minutes passed before she offered her words. "Yes. I recall. It had been one our issues. Your.. ex wife." Lelantos tilted her head to the side, icy irises resting on the wall as she recalled that bombshell. Things had quickly deteriorated after that. "I'm glad things seem to have worked out for you though. I will do what is within my power to make sure she is unharmed." It wasn't a lie. There was no bitterness in the killer, and if she wished any harm to Enver, they would have been on the floor in a bloody heap. "I assume you will have a place for us to stay?"

Enver_Marshall blinked and then laughed. It was actually a howl of laughter followed by a good slosh of water spilling out the top of the bottle of water as he collected himself. She thought..."Abigail is dead. Has been for a good while. About a year now." Enver said, with not a single shred of emotion in his words. "Grace is not the child she was pregnant with. I don't know where that brat is." Enver scoffed and then scowled thinking about how the ***** had attempted to black mail him for hundreds of thousands, no millions of dollars, while pregnant with some cabana boys kid. "Grace, is actually my...sister." Enver said with a sigh as he set the water down. "Half-sister. Something I hope you keep to yourself. As far as the public knows she's mine. And there's no denying it. She's got mine and my dad's forehead and eyes. It's his daughter. Apparently he banged the secretary at a Christmas event a few years ago. And she did manage to get hundreds of thousands from me...not as much as she wanted, but...I have some good lawyers back in Cali." He seemed to take pride in that, given his grin. "Grace is mine, that is what she knows and believes." That was the end of that conversation in Enver's mind. "And yes. I have suites booked in New York, Chicago, Boston and San Antonio to start. Everything will be covered by me. Anything you need to carry out your job will be covered by me. Just let me know and I will cut you whatever cheques you need." He said with ease as he unbuttoned his suit coat and shrugged it off.

Lelantos couldn't hide the shock as her head whipped back to look at him, golden curls bouncing around her slim face as she stared. That hadn't been what she expected him to say. And that laugh. Lelantos felt her mouth open, and then shut. There was little she could say to that bombshell. Instead she gave a brief nod. "As you wish," who would she tell anyways. Money wasn't a motivator for Lel, and she wished no ill will upon Enver. So revealing his secret would serve no purpose at all. "I see. Well. I will need the room closest to you then. Just in case." Sleep wasn't something she often required, but she would rather be close by and alert than further away, in case something did happen. Light blue eyes watched him once more, noting he had stripped down to his shirt now, did that mean he was more relaxed? Hm, in his current state he looked like he once had, moments before they spared. She doubted he was about to lunge at her.


Enver_Marshall Enver noticed the look of shock. Yeah, a few people had that look when he told them he had a kid, or told them the real story, depending on who they were. Lel seemed willing to comply, which made the topic easy to move away from. "That can be arranged without any problems." Enver wouldn't be bothered with shuffling things around and doubted his assistant would either. His eyes once again fell to her dress. Would it be cocky to ask how long she had been wearing those for? Enver decided to take a different approach. "It's okay to have fun too while you're along. I don't expect you to work around the clock. Bring a few of those with you and I'm positive you won't be bored with your free nights." Enver grinned but then realized how that might sound. A face palm was just around the corner. "I didn't mean-not because-well, you just clean up nice is all, Lel." He decided it was best to not say the word prostitute when trying to diffuse his previous comment. She didn't look like that at all, but his words tended to be misconstrued on occasions

Lelantos allowed him to continue, digging himself into a deeper grave, her face blank as always, internally however, she was struggling to contain her laugh. Articulating his words had never been his strong suit, but it had always provided entertainment. "Why Enver, are you suggesting that I sleep around?" There was teasing present in her voice, before her laugh broke free, her head shaking. "You should see your face. It's quite alright. I assume you meant no offense, and none was taken. Does my attire displease you? Should I dress a certain way?" She inquired, looking down at the red dress. It wasn't anything spectacular, it hugged her body, but it wasn't something that drew a lot of attention. "As for having fun. That particular kind hasn't occurred since. . Well. You. I told you once before. I don't do relationships. You were..." She struggled to word it right, and instead gave up. "Reading should keep me occupied at night."

Enver_Marshall cleared his throat and shook his head. "Not what I meant. But if you did, that's completely your right, Lel." Enver certainly couldn't and wouldn't judge. He had been there and done that a fair few times in his younger days. "And not at all, Lel. I think you like...nice. In anything you wear." It was true, even if he was partial to dresses and skirts. Especially if women had nice legs and from what he remembered...Enver resisted slapping himself in the face. "I was a lot of things." Enver finished the sentence, not sure where it was going, but knew it to be true. A dick, a ********, and a few other choice words came to his mind when remembering conversations with Lel. "Reading. I might know a good book suggestion." He grinned slyly before shrugging. "I can't promise you anything, Lel. This could be very straightforward and boring, or it could be the excitement you're looking for. But the job is yours if you want it, at a price you deem fit. I can't even begin to put a price on your life." He grabbed the bottle of water once again and took a swig from it, eyes moving around the room that had a few alterations since their split up.

Lelantos resisted the urge to slug him on the shoulder, not to physically harm him, but to draw him out of his sudden spiral. "You were a great man, you still are. It didn't work out, that doesn't mean there needs to be any animosity between us. Besides. This makes me perfect for the job I guess. I have no commitments, and I won't be distracted." That sly look didn't go unnoticed, her smile returning. "Is it yours? I suppose I could give you some feed back. It was my job once. As for money, I will leave that up to you. I was never that great with this sort of thing. If you recall."

Enver_Marshall Great was not something Enver attributed himself with being. But there was still time in his mind at being great and doing something great. This was one of these moments, he hoped. A positive step towards integration between humans and vampires. It needed a positive start and end, which was why he was writing the book and going to be in the eyes of the public as often as he could be. To show them what he wrote was true to his word. "No animosity." He agreed. He was too focused now to waste time and energy on what was and what would never be in his life anymore. He had this to do, had Grace and his businesses to run. He was great at those things. Other things...not so much. It was what it was. He moved from the couch to his laptop where a stack of printed papers were at. He scooped it up and gave the almost six hundred pages to Lelantos. The cover read; "The Man; The Vampire." With his name in the credits. "It's just a copy...along with that one there." He pointed to the one he was skimming through before sending it to the publisher. "Feel free to look at it, or don't." He wouldn't hold any ill will if she didn't read it, and he wouldn't inquire if she did either. The copy was handed to her once he stood next to her. "I will forward you a vague itinerary later tonight." He looked down at Lelantos. "I don't know what made you reach out tonight, but I'm glad you did. I wouldn't trust anyone with this sort of job, Lel."

Lelantos tipped her head back so that her eyes could meet his once more, the pages in her lap were more than she had expected. What exactly had he wrote about? His entire life? It was something they had never really spoken about, so perhaps now she could have the insight she never had before. His last words struck her. He was trusting her with his life. Someone he hadn't spoken to in almost 3 years. And yet here they were, in familiar territory. "It's only because you know how agile and deadly I am," came her teasing words. Why had he trusted her with this? "To be honest, I felt foolish at first, requesting the job. But it seems taking a leap of faith once in a while, pays off. will look over the book tonight and start to prepare for when we leave. How long do I have?"

Enver_Marshall shook his head. There was truth to her words, but as odd as it was, and even as long as it was, Lel knew some of his quirks and knew him well enough. How tall he was, the way he carried himself, his habits and mannerisms. She would know how to keep him safe and notice if things were out of place with him given his behaviors. "You're a regular viper, it's true." He chuckled and moved to sit back on the couch he once sat at. "But outside of Lorde, who I won't appoint to this task." No, Lorde had other details Enver needed from her to do just in case, "And..." He was about to add another name in there, but decided against it. Things were...what they were with his current wife, "You have insight into things others don't. About my life and mannerisms. You're the perfect balance between personal and professional without them overlapping." He grinned, as both arms came to rest at the back of the couch. "We leave at the end of the week. So three nights." His eyes flashed with amusement, wondering if she would be up for the challenge in such a short time

Lelantos: watched him settled into the softness of the sofa once more, the tension that had been almost suffocating at first, was now non existent. Perhaps this plan had some merit. Perhaps they could pull this off. If his life was in danger, she wold make sure that her abilities were utilized. "Three days. I see. I will be ready by tomorrow night, in case we need to leave sooner." With that said, she added her coat to the book her arm cradled, before standing. "This should be.. interesting." It certainly wouldn't be boring. Being around Enver tended to keep Lel on her toes. "I'll see you in a couple of days. Try not to get into any trouble before then, yeah?"


Enver_Marshall And there she was again. The Lelantos he knew. Eager to start at a drop of a dime, should the need arise. It made Enver smile just a little bit. She was always the one ready for anything and everything, while Enver let stuff fall in his lap and tried to deal with it as best as he could. 'Interesting' could have described their marriage at one point. It probably still did to any that recalled they had been married before. Once again, he stood. Enver was not, if anything, a gentleman. He grinned at her request. "I'll try." Enver was positive he could pull off behaving to some degree. He wasn't planning on ruffling feathers, but somehow it seemed trouble came his way at just the 'right,' or in his case, not so right moments. "You be safe too. Wouldn't be off to a good start if head of security got in some trouble before we even left the country." It was then Enver snapped his fingers. "Wait." He moved to a wall, where he had a safe, one he stored semi-important things in...nothing business oriented. All personal. "You'll need this." Enver said after opening the safe and pulled out a passport. Her passport. He had meant to give everything in the safe back at some point...but failed to really see her at the right time. Or any time, really. The passport was extended to her as he came back in front of her, a semi-sheepish grin on his face. “Since we're going out of Canada and all.” Enver waited until it was taken from his fingers before he moved to the door, opened it and bid her a good night.

[Wilson]

Wilson sat in the meeting room alone, waiting for Ms. Knight to return with his possible client. Possible, because Wilson refused to take on a client, sight unseen. Oh sure, he wanted to. He really wanted to. So badly did he want to, that he had to physically restrain himself from taking the pen she offered him, by clasping his hands tightly together and holding them in his lap. And sight unseen, wasn't the only mystery about this client, he still didn’t know why he would be representing him.

Ms. Knight was a very striking woman. Her skin was the color of cafe ole; that perfect blend of cream and coffee, and looked like it would be just as smooth and creamy to the touch. And the woman’s easy smile and temperament, made him want to do whatever he could, just to please her. Twice, he found himself reaching for the pen to sign the agreement; before his brain screamed at him to stop. His body was at war with his black and white analytical brain.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Wilson realized belatedly that he had just had a close call. He never thought he was the type to fall for a femme fatale, but that woman gave off an almost tangible pull and he almost fell into it. She was a good twenty-five years younger than himself. There was no way in god’s green earth that she would ever contemplate anything between them. But that didn’t stop him from wanting her. Wilson took a few deep breaths, and collected himself. Now that she was gone, he was able to focus and think clearly.

She had asked all the right questions, and his answers had pleased her. But she never actually told him who the client was, or what he would be helping the client with. His mind went back over the pivotal part of their conversation right before she pulled out the agreement and asked him to sign it, which he almost did because her eyes looked like to pools of warm honey inviting him closer. Wilson blinked. Just thinking about her, made him get hot and bothered.

He forced himself to focus, what was it she had asked? His eyes narrowed as he recalled it, she had asked about his specialty. Wilson had been perfectly honest, he practiced business law for the most part, but his specialty in the last decade had centered on criminal defense. Mostly because the businesses he represented were not the most ethical in their business dealings. So figuring out how to defend preemptively had become an imperative. He laughed to himself silently. The one business he dealt with, that he expected the most trouble from, the Motorcycle gang.. They were the most honest of all his clients. The irony. The savings and loan he recently severed ties with were far more crooked than the the gang ever thought of.

All these thoughts, made him wonder just who was this client? Why did she smile when he confirmed his defense specialty as well as business? Was there a high profile client of the company that killed someone? Something like OJ Simpson? If that was the case, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be on the hook as the lead attorney. He would be willing to take second chair, but not lead. Celebrities that needed a defense attorney, they needed a charismatic almost narcissistic type of attorney. Someone to take the light off the client and have it directed on them. And he was not that man.

Wilson’s thought cut off sharply as the door to the meeting room opened.

[Enver Marshall II]

The past few nights were...strange to say in the least. First his favorite little stalker Mona McGee hunts him doing looking for an expose, then his ex-wife messages him about a job. And she takes it. She actually takes the job. Enver had his doubts, the way things had ended but she took it. The ad had cost him fifty dollars to put in online newspaper. And not only did he get a personal assistant, he got a head of security...from his wife. For whatever he wanted to pay her. It was hilarious. Absurdly hilarious.

Still, there was one thing left unsettled. Wilson. Was that a first name or last name? Enver tried to recall if Indigo told him, or what was actually in the email. His mind was just about anywhere and everywhere this week. With the book about to be released, to the tours, to his one on one with McGee, and Lelantos making an appearance, Enver wasn't sure how he was going to pull it off drug free and sober. It would take a miracle if everything went off without a hitch and nothing...peculiar happened.

Enver was just finishing an email to the bookstore in New York as he approached the meeting room that both Wilson and Indigo sat in. He hit send, pocketed his phone and turned the knob. The door opened with ease, and determination as Enver entered it and glanced at his assistant first and then at Wilson. He glanced back at Miss Knight and nodded his head before extending a hand to Wilson. "Mr. Wilson." Enver said with a straight face, before the hand was retracted after a quick, prompt shake of hands. As Enver moved around the table to find a seat next to his assistant, he worked on unbuttoning his navy blue suit coat, then proceeded to pull out a rolling chair and sit to Indigo's left. "Thank you for taking time out of your life, be it personal or professional to meet with Miss Knight and me." He added in as he slid the chair closer to the lip of the table.

[Indigo]

Earlier Indigo had watched Wilson from across the table that covered much more space than they really needed.The man was impressively tall, well dressed. He had his game on and just the way he carried himself he made several statements. The first would be that he didn’t need to stay if he wasn’t entirely sold on the reason for being there to begin with. He had seen some years but she felt there was some color to the tales that he could tell if the timing was right. Indigo blues followed him with growing curiosity.Enough so that when they came close enough for her to make a comparison of their differences in height, as anyone would upon first meeting, she found that even at her average height she still had to look up as she passed him to invite him to take a seat in the meeting room.

Upon return from a few moments that required her to step out she noticed what had not moved since she had left. The folder containing the retainer contract and the sparkling never used ball point pen was still in front of him. A sound of silk stockings hugging long legs beneath a custom fit linen skirt hissed as she paused at the door to close it. She made her way around him to retrieve another ice cold bottle of water leaving a subtle brush of her fingers over the folder as she stepped her way around to the seat across from him. The drop of her charcoal suit jacket was casual on the back of the leather seat that her body folded at the hips to sit in. She said nothing but watched him as he rubbed the back of his neck. Each time he made eye contact her brow lifted as if to assure him she was investing all of her focus on him as he sat there.

The sound of the door opening caught her attention enough that she stood up as she always did when Enver entered the room. She remained where she was and once her boss took his seat she returned to sitting in the one she had occupied. This time her legs folded and dipped comfortably to the side.

“Mr. Marshall.” A polite but business like acknowledgement was given.

Indigo nodded to Enver then produced gentle receptive smile when her eyes moved towards Wilson’s direction. Perhaps some of it was to be disarming and reassuring all at once. The budding allurist was still so unaware of her gifts that had come to her and yet hints of responses to her presence and the way it fed something within her. There was an energy that she could palpate as she watched the lawyer with an underlying hope that things would go well. Wilson was the new face that could mean a lot in her first business impressions upon her employer seated closely to her left side.

[Enver Marshall II]

There was an acknowledgement from Indigo, which only caused Enver to glance in her direction for a fraction of a second before his eyes once again found this Mr. Wilson fellow. They had business to conduct and time was wasting, which meant money was being wasted as well. If not with his own personal endeavor, then with his professional one. Somewhere, money was either being slipped out of his fingers, or was destined to be made. So, Enver opted to cut straight to the chase.

"As to not waste any more of your time, let's get right to it?" Enver suggested as he got comfortable in the chair, rolling back and forth a little in it, before it rolled forward again. "I'm looking for a lawyer. Miss Knight assures me you are the guy I need." Enver says openly, his elbows on the table, hands extending outwards before fingers crossed together and come to rest on the table in front of him.

"I might need someone cut throat. You see...I'm releasing a book that tells all my little secrets." Enver glanced at Indigo then, grinning from ear to ear. A revelation exposed, so to speak. "And some people, might not like what they read. Such is life. But it's true, none the less." Enver's gaze returned back to Wilson as he cleared his throat. "Money is no obligation." Enver said as evenly as everything else said before as he leaned back in the chair, watching Wilson's facial expression, which would come before the guy spoke. Usually.

[Wilson]

“Thank you..” Wilson recognized the male. He had been big in the movies back in the day, at least he thought it was movies. He could be wrong, but he recognized him, he just couldn’t recall his name at present. It was clear the man was used to getting what he wanted, and now Wilson understood why Ms. Knight was so adamant at getting his signature.

“As I explained to your lovely assistant, There are a few requirements of my own that I need satisfied before I enter into a contract.” He paused, “Yes I understand the agreement is to keep confidential any and all information that is to be discussed, that is a given. That is not what I question. I question, what exactly is being hidden.”

Wilson looked between them, “You have to admit, this is pretty clandestine. Do not tell me you aren’t hiding anything.. Everyone hides something. And if I am going to represent you.. I do not need to be hit out of left field by something I did not know was a ‘thing’. That is..” He gave the pair a knowing look, “.. if you are the client. For all I know, you’re the front man, she’s the closer,.. And there is someone else in the wings you are both protecting. So.. let’s cut to the chase. Other than confidentiality.. What is it you want from me. You don’t call in a former criminal defense attorney for business law, unless you are wanting to cover your bets.

“Let me guess.. You’re about to have a new movie or DVD come out.. And there is some possible blackmail issues you want dealt with?” Wilson looked between the two of them, his gaze lingering longer on the luscious Ms. Knight before settling on the man.

[Enver Marshall II]

"Book." Enver corrected Wilson, giving Miss Knight an unimpressed sideways look. He understood Wilson's point of view, the need to know mindset, but to Enver it seemed as if Wilson was more worried about secrets than how those secrets might be exposed, even when told the route Enver was planning on taking.

"I would be the client. I do not play the middle man well. I have people for that." His attention returned back to Wilson as he cleared his throat. "My secrets are in the book, as stated. But, to catch you up to speed on those secrets and things that might come to bite me in the butt later..." Enver sat back and rocked in the chair in deep thought. "My mother was a control freak who passed away from my father who smoked heavily for many years. Second hand smoke does kill." Enver said as he tried not to frown. "My father was a prick who also was a control freak. Or the 'my way or the highway' mentality. He usually got what he wanted. I think I only remember my mother getting what she wanted twice in my childhood years. An only child. Married to a long time co-star of a television show, divorced. Re-married a second time...also divorced. I am currently married, but...estranged would sum it up, I suppose." Enver shook his head as he sighed. He loved each of his wives in his own way while they were together. He still loved Keara too. Trying to move past her, or getting on some days was harder than he thought it was. She had been his world for years. His anchor and now there was nothing to ground him anymore. Hold him in one place.

"We have an adopted son. Jaime. He's almost an adult. No record of anything. Drugs, driving illegally. Nothing other than an occasionally C in a class he's bored in. I.." He cleared his throat and looked at Miss Knight, his gaze hard and firm. "I have a daughter named Grace. Actually, she's my half-sister. My dad, while he was dying was on a lot of different drugs and either intentionally or accidentally stuck his penis in some secretary who wanted to get rich quick at some point. I've paid a hefty fee to ensure her silence, along with some legal documents signed by her, but anything could happen. I would prefer people believe she is mine." His attention returned to Wilson.

"Let's see...been in and out of rehab for years. Not in the last five or so, but before that, jail, rehab by my choice, rehab by court order. You can dig that up all online in about two minutes when you put my name in a search engine. My taxes are always done on time, so no worries about the government coming to seize anything. Paid all my court fees off about four years ago. Own the movie theatre in town. It was recently inspected. Needed some things fixed, had it fixed, it's all green light there now. Everything is within code." Enver finally looked at Miss Knight for the final time as he snapped his fingers. "Oh, and one more thing. I'm a vampire. That's probably the biggest thing you need to worry about." He grinned cheekily at Indigo as he said that and just waited for Wilson's reply.

[Indigo]

Indigo caught the side glance from her employer. The investment of her attention gave her the time it took to acknowledge the message that had no words to accompany it. She knew what he was getting at without saying anything out loud. Hopefully Wilson was ready to step up and follow through or a lot more of that expression would be happening later once the trio’s table side chat was over. Despite the brief thoughts of what if she showed no outward signs of unease. Cool as a cucumber like any personal assistant to the media powerhouse should be she certainly was. He wasn’t paying for a personal assistant who quivered under pressure. In fact he wasn’t paying her at all. It was even more incentive to handle it all like she had a lot riding on the outcome. She raised a meticulously groomed brow as her indigo blues floated back to the direction of Mr. Wilson and where he was sitting it out. She took the heat in or out of the kitchen and Wilson’s curiosity would not change that. As far as she was concerned it was on with the show. A community arts program was out there with her uncle’s vision behind it. Phineas would not be disappointed and neither would Enver Marshall.

Much of what Indigo already knew was filling the room as Mr. Marshall clued in the lawyer across from her as to what his personal history was. She did her homework and took the time to read up on what was out there and rather easy to find. Impressed with the condensed review of the points most relevant within the mass printed copies about to sell for thirty US dollars in hardcover she sat still but relaxed so as not to interrupt or distract. The basic family tree she easily found but not the tid bits about control freaks or the second hand smoke. She was a non-smoker and slightly grateful once she pondered the second hand smoke truly did in someone close to her boss. People didn’t really add that to the types of history outlines that she found. She learned about the man while she sat and it would seem so did Wilson.

Perhaps it was his training as an actor that made the delivery a little more captivating. Perhaps it was just the plain old truth. Whichever was to be given the credit it didn’t change the fact that when he spoke it became more than some trivial facts. Slowly she let her focus drift from Wilson back to her employer. Grace. She blinked as he revealed that the little girl she saw numerous times and that he interacted with so affectionately was in fact his sister. Her focus fixed hard on him as he explained the circumstances. Despite how she was determined to stay expressionless and objective the small lift of the corners of her lips produced a smile that disappeared with his eye contact finding it’s way back to Wilson.

The financial run down and drug history that followed was nothing significant to her. She had seen the best and the worst. She briefly thought of Davion and felt that twitch below her skin. She regained her focus and to her role in the room. Everyday problems in an everyday life is how she would sum it up. Again her eyes drifted from Wilson back to Mr. Marshall. He snapped his fingers and for some odd reason a smile spread across her face before he delivered his punch line. She wanted to grin wide and join in his liberation that the truth was giving him. The tip of her tongue curled subtly over one of the upper sharp white points she had at her disposal if needed. Indigo orbs locked on the one who had a few decisions to make now that he got the proverbial ball served back to his side of the court.