Skinwalker Apocalypse

Nate Shaw and Elle Jobs

Elle Jobs, a petite seemingly harmless lady, dressed in a long pair of brown cotton pants and a white shirt tucked into that. She had a mop of brown hair in a ponytail on her head that looked quickly thrown together and on her little tanned nose was a pair of spectacles perched on.

Her face was devoid of any hint of makeup save a little bit of lip gloss. She clutched a big brown purse as she maneuvered through the crowd of people walking the streets, trying to get to the appointment she had in a few minutes.

She threw a hurried apology to anyone she bumped into as she navigated her way through the sea of people.

She was the picture of a that one brainy lady in the next cubicle that never talked or eat too loudly. That mousy lady at your place of work that every emphatic worker had a soft spot for, especially with her small stature.

Only she wasn't anything like that.

Elle was not a cute little angel, she was a devil. She was not a mouse but a vicious, filthy rat. And the only smarts about her was, Street Smarts.

As she finally crossed to the other side of the street, she felt within the purse for her loot.

The unsuspecting humans she bumped into, who took her apologies with a quick smile would never know what she had done.

When they got to their places of work or whatever destination they were headed, and couldn't find their valuables, no one would ever suspect the little lady in the crowd who had mumbled a little sorry for bumping into them.

They would not even remember her plain face!

Elle grinned down at the contents of her bag. She could see a silver wristwatch, two credit cards, A diamond studded engagement ring and a cellphone. She switched the phone off immediately.

She grinned to herself. Seems like she still had it. It's been a long while since she had engaged in petty stealing such as pick pocketing and shoplifting. She had already moved up the rank to fraud and other money laundering since working for a Mafia on the side.

If you said that Elle was a kleptomaniac, you wouldn't not be correct. Her hobby of shoplifting and casually relieving them of their valuables often got her in trouble... until she caught the attention of a mafia boss while she was trying to rob him.

He had been impressed by her gut and grit and had offered to take her in, if she wanted him to. Yeah, considering that the only other option was getting her fingers chopped off for daring to rob a Mafia boss, her choice was kind of a no brainer.

Now, she was Scorpion Capone's best fraud queen. A title well earned.

Earlier that morning, she had received a text message from the King Scorpion that he needed her to go to a certain address to meet a certain Mr Boyd.

She c****d her head at the site of the building on the other side of the Wednesday morning rush, in front of which she was standing.

Westcoast International Collectibles!

Woah, was Scorpion Capone expanding? Now doing partnership with legal companies? King Scorpion never gave her any information about the meet up.

Well, whatever this was, she had to see for herself.

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"Hold the elevator!" Elle yelled running as she turned the corner of the hallway and saw the elevator door closing.

A tanned hand shot out and held the door for her. Elle ran in panting a bit, well, she could have ran in more gracefully and she definitely wasn't anyway out of breath. She ate 10 miles runs every morning for breakfast. It was just a part of her nerdy intern act.

Elle made a show of wiping her brow if nonexistent sweat and smoothing down her skirt fabric before she turned an appreciative smile at her helper. "Thank you so..."

The rest of the words died on her tongue as she looked at the face or rather, body, the tanned hands belonged to.

Her eyes first caught the light shirt with two buttons opened at the chest revealing more tanned skin stretched over broad pecs muscle.

She almost drooled at the mouth watering sight. What? She loved her men buffed and boy, was this man ripped.

Her gaze travelled upwards to his cut stone square jaw covered lightly in stubble and then on to full dark pink lips curved at the corner in a smirk.

*Yeah the hottie was cocky huh?* Well, that was just her type. She definitely didn't want any unsure man in her bed— or wherever else they decided to f**k.

Strong slightly crooked nose —*big and rough, Uh la-la * and finally piercing blue eyes.

*Okay, I died and went to horny heaven*

He looked somewhat familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

"Ahem. Take a picture, it'll last forever." Came out of those sinful lips.

Totally dropping her good girl act, Elle's let out a "I don't want forever, three hours would be just fine."

She was aware that she went from elementary school teacher to sexy librarian but she was not about to miss out on a good hookup.

The man laughed at her quick character change. "Well, I prefer all night long, I love the slow burn but okay?"

Elle let a little smile play on her lips. Both options sounded good. Even though she was not a fan of romance, she was more of a hookup and exit type of girl, she might make an exception for him.

"I'm Elle." She said with a smirk of her own and raised her hands for a shake.

"Nate Shaw." He replied and took her hands in his bigger ones. Did she mention that she loved big hands?

The elevator dinged to indicate that they were at their destination floor and Elle just remembered that she hadn't pressed in her floor.

She looked up at the indicator that showed that she was at the correct floor. The last floor. She got off with Mr Stranger into a large, brightly lit and air-conditioned reception hall.

"Hi, Welcome to Westcoast International Collectibles." A Woman greeted from the front desk. "How may I help you today."

Nate glanced back at his lady company. "I'm here to see Mr Boyd? And she..."

"Mr Fedrick Boyd too." Elle said. Wondering now why both she and the hot man were going to see the same clients.

*Don't tell me he's competition?... I'd still hit that though *

"Your names please?" The brunette asked them again taking a look at her log book.

"Elle Jobs and Nate Shaw." Elle answered for the both of them.

The woman nodded at them. "Mr Boyd has been waiting for you both. I would lead you to him immediately." She walked out from behind her desk and towards a wide oak door. "Please, Come with me."

They walked into a meeting room of some sorts.

There was a big oval shaped long table with chairs around them.

There seemed to be about half a dozen people already in the room, Each chair but three. Everyone looked up at them as they came in.

The brunette secretary took a seat too leaving the last two seats for the new comers. Elle took the hint and sat in one seat just as Nate Shaw sat beside her.

Okay, she was expecting a private meet up and not a whole ass meeting. She never liked anything that involved a lot of contact with other human beings such as intellectual or emotional contact.

Only physical contact but for her job and her needs. Yeah, Physical contact's very good.

So what the hell was going on?

A/N: Okay, I wanted to move things along hence introducing two characters at once. We'll see the rest in the next chapter and the action can truly begin.

Also, how did I do on Elle? First time writing on such a character and I don't meet a lot of people quite like her since I'm basically an introvert.