Endings are just beginnings

Mar 25, 2007 21:40

There was no easy way of doing this, Tess mused as she started to carefully zip up her clothes in the suit carriers. Most people leaving in the dead of the night, would hurriedly throw their belongings into a suitcase or bag, but Tess was painstakingly layering tissue paper between the garments. She had time to kill, at least an hour, before ( Read more... )

terry benedict, tess ocean

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pilotlightisout March 25 2007, 23:43:17 UTC
The tip may have been sufficient to purchase the young man's discretion, had he worked for anyone other than Terry Benedict. But there was not a single employee that worked in Benedict's hotels, that did not understand his need for complete loyalty ( ... )

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tess_ocean March 26 2007, 11:18:13 UTC
Tess was under no illusion that he didn't already know, or at least had an idea. If only for the fact she'd been acting out of the ordinary since earlier that day. First she'd cancelled their dinner arrangement, and now she was stood awkwardly awaiting his return, as if already she didn't belong here.

As she returned his eye contact, the tone of his voice and the severity of his gaze confirmed her thoughts. Tess took a moment to take a deep breath, a vaguely apologetic look in her eye.

"Terry," she greeted him in return, an uncomfortable smile trying to force its way on to her lips. "We need to talk."

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pilotlightisout March 26 2007, 11:45:51 UTC
"No Tess." He gave nothing that could be misconstrued as emotion or regret. To say he gave off anything less than a stony exterior as he slowly and very deliberately walked towards her, would be an understatement.

"You need to talk," he said as he neared her. The words were almost whispered, a low growl simmering under the surface, yet the threatening air they conveyed was, in contrast, very clear.

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tess_ocean March 26 2007, 13:08:13 UTC
"We don't need to make this any more unpleasant than it already is Terry." Her voice wavered a touch, yet Tess didn't move from her spot, much as his closeness made her feel uncomfortable. The undertones of unspoken threats were fuel to stand her ground and only exemplified that there was never any future for them.

It seemed there was no need for a prelude or warm-up, Terry was more than aware of what was happening here.

"I'm sorry," she offered, true regret visible in her eyes, despite his coldness.

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