The Bloodline

09

It was a hectic day at the grand ballroom. Since early morning a lot of activities took place… From decorations, staging, runways… Many workers worked tirelessly to make it all perfect and flawless…

At the preparation room, the condition is no better, people bumping each other, orders were shouts, wardrobe for the models being pushed around as the models were prepping themselves, some makeup artists helped the model to gave them the best look for the evening.

With headphone in her head, Darla held her manifest list, checking every box that been done, she then asked two armored guard to escort her to the vault where they are met with two other armored guard standing by next to the vault.

The men remove their identical keys, attached to their nametags, place them in identical keyholes at the opposite direction of the vault and turned them in unison.

Darla then took her badge out and presses it to a pad which displays a pass key that changes every fifteen minutes, which she typed to a keypad before they could hear a hissing sound of an opened locking mechanism.

The two guards that accompanied her stand by at the door while the two from the door take turn and escorted her into the vault, which after pressing her amazed feeling, checking all the wonderful jewelry viewed before her eyes, making sure everything was in place and as what manifest stated.

Satisfied, she then removes herself from the vault then proceeds with her other chores.

****

From the side of the stage, Darla could recognize some people that attend this evening exhibition, some of them were celebrities, and she most certainly know those which comes from abroad. She could also see some important looking figures that seat at the front row, at the sides of the runway, giving them the best access of the show.

****

“Oops, sorry…” She said as she turned herself and bumped to a model that stood behind her….

She forced a smile to Darla who then hurried herself, speaking through her headpiece, giving orders, making sure everything goes according to the itinerary she’s holding.

The model of the show peeked a little and her heart sank…. But there is no turning back now, she has to go through with this show, she cannot turn back right now, or there will be no other show that will use her, not even to be at a photo shoot of a b class adult magazine… Sighing, and calming her heart, she returns to her chair in front of her makeup station, and let her assistant finished her work to beautify her face…

****

For some exhibition like this, there is a diverse audience that attends the show. Some of them actually come for the show, for the item that being displayed before them; some just come for the spotlight, for their social life circle, so they wouldn’t get mocked for not being present at the it shows.

And some, like the mature man, who is not sitting at the front row because he is trying not to get into the spotlight, who tries not to attract any attention, but positioned himself at the chair that could see the whole runway, looking not to the item of the show, but the voluptuous body of the model.

****

Her years of modeling may be just begun, but her professionalism is not to be taken lightly, not just that she could keep her calm during the applause given by the spectator as she come out to the stage, with the crown jewel of the show, an exquisite diamond necklace, but also to the mature man that looking with lust toward her, the man that just days before, at the villa used her like she was nothing but a piece of meat to satisfy him..

The man who has her life, the man who actually gave her this model career, the man that could also put her back to the worst brothel in the country…. The chief of intelligence…

****

After making sure everything is flawless during the after party, and giving a pitiful look at the model who is trying her best to look that she enjoyed being at the side of the mature man, Darla went toward the vault where she and her team busy cataloguing all the item that will be delivered, either to their new owner, or to their place of origin.

And the activity goes overnight, even after all the guests left the building, and the young model reluctantly join the chief of intelligence into his car, and drove away….

****

His smile warm, even Darla who has been very tired from all her work could feel the warmth of his smile.

“Here you are, Sir….’ She said, after she laid the most exquisite piece of the jewelry that the evening before being worn by the young model, into a briefcase and closed it then handing the briefcase to the owner of the warm smile, a young good looking man, with two bodyguards with him, in his well tailored suit, who then presses his thumb to a small biometric that locks the briefcase shut.

“Come on, Darla…” He said in his soothing voice… “We don’t need that kind of formalities do we?” he said to the girl whose cheeks turning red from blushing…

Arthur, the young man, from the very first of their meeting when he oversee the security that her company provided for the safety of the crown jewel that being lent by his company which is one of the top ten jewelry company in the world, with his charm always gave her the feeling of butterflies on her stomach…

And his charm is so hard to resist, even when Darla sees by herself that the man is nothing but a playboy as he flirts with many women, but every time he was close, she always welcomes him….

“Say, Darla…. When will be your flight back to New York?” He asked ….

“It’s supposed to be tomorrow evening, after we have our farewell party this evening, she said, a little surprise from the question.

“Don’t you thing that we have enough parties?” He said, making Darla bit her lips, and she can feel goosebumps crawling on her skin... She even has hard time swallowing her saliva down her suddenly dried throat.

“Why don’t we fly right now? We have plenty of spaces on our flight….” He said, closing himself to the girl whose hips now pressed to the table behind her…

She gulps one more time, and as hypnotized by his charm, she gave a nod of acceptance…

“Well then, should we go to your hotel so we can pack your things?” he said, taking her hand and escorted still shocked Darla across the room, under the also surprised gaze from her colleagues, and some with envy and disapproving look on their faces….

****

“Sorry…” She said feeling embarrassed for the messy room since she has to share with her two other colleagues, she could see Arthur gave a little chuckle…

And after a while she finished packing her bag, only a few things left…

“Errr… Arthur….” She said hesitantly, “Do you mind if I take a quick shower first?”

The young man smiled, and gave her a nod, as he then opened his suite and put it on the chair…

She then went to the bathroom, fixing her hair on above her ear with her fingers, and smile as she looked to the man whose smile widened then leaves the shower room opened a little.

The knock on the shower booth makes her turn with one hand covered her firm breast… Looking at the young man, his naked body well toned, entered the shower…

“I think I need to refresh myself too…” He said with trembling voice, trying hard to conceal his lust…

“But won’t be late for your flight?” she said, teasingly, holding her hands on her chest as he pressed her to the wall behind her….

“Then we better make it quick…” He said, taking the back of her head, kissed her passionately before turn her facing the wall, biting her earlobe, one hand grabbing her breast firmly, other gave a gentle squeeze on her neck, and entered her from behind…

****

“That’s a unique necklace you have there…” he said, looking to the necklace that looks like a tip of a broken arrow, tied only with a simple webbing strand that she placed on her neck, after they both readied themselves, where Anton already back to his suit while she wears a long a turtleneck with a nicely fitted skirt that suited her. Her wavy hair makes her look more beautiful, that can put her in the cover of magazine or a soap opera actress if she wanted to…

“Yes, I bought it from local souvenir market before we were occupied with the show…” She said, weakly as she wishes to forget all the craziness of the exhibition.

He gave a thoughtful smile as he helped her carried her bag, and escorted her out from the room.

****

No wonder he said that they don’t need to worry about the time since they goes to the private jet terminal of the international airport quite a distance from the international terminal where Zimmer in the executive lounge of the terminal, seat in front of Anton, where in the table before them, a small silver briefcase were laid on top of it.

Zimmer hand over ticket, passport, and his diplomat documents to his young colleague.

“Your arrival already expected, and Markus Wagner will be the one who is in charge.” He said to young man who put the documents to his inner breast pocket of his tailored jacket, and keep the passport and his ticket on the table, next to the briefcase.

And not long the final boarding call echoes in the lounge and a ground officer from the airline come and meet them at their table to politely ask the young man to kindly board the plane.

Both of them stood up, Anton gave his ticket and passport to the officer then grabs the briefcase with his left hand.

They shook hands firmly and said… “Der Wulf” sad Anton in his deep voice…

“Der Wulf” replied Zimmer, before they both went separate way.