Carrots? Ya know for stabbing! Stabby-stab!

Standing before the Premier Consultations building, it was time.

Taking hold of the handle, you yanked the heavily tinted glass door open and headed in.

Inside you were instantly taken back by how obscenely lavish the lobby was.

Lining the lobby were floor to ceiling windows with the same heavy tint as the door. Clearly someone valued privacy. The floor was composed of massive slabs of black granite tile. Support columns dotted the lobby, each one made of the same black granite and meticulously engraved with renaissance-style artwork. And in the center of the room was a monstrously-huge fountain. Kneeling in the water was a statue of a man perched on his shoulders a golden owl and crow. In his arms a large flowing bronze basin and at his feet a throng of buxom women.

Hehe nice titties.

Dude they’re made of stone.

So is your mom but I still banged her last night!

…sigh

Strolling around the fountain, you made your way to the front desk. Which was obviously equally as lavish. Made of a solid fucking mass of ornate dark maple, it had a gold ring roughly the size of a tire inlaid into its front with another golden owl (this one flying) etched into it.

“Good morning sir”

Directing your focus from the bird, you saw a well-dress man standing behind the desk. Extending your arm you waited for a handshake from the man. Hesitating for an instant, he cautiously reached out and gave you a firm handshake.

“Nice to meet ya name’s Joseph and yourself?”

He again hesitated before speaking

“Same to you sir, my name is Donovan. How may I assist you today?”

“Donovan, I’m here to see Eva.”

“Sir, do you mean Miss Black?”

Leaning over the neatly organized desk, you noticed a reproduction of John Collier’s Lilith hanging behind the desk.

“Yeah her”

Examining it, you could tell there was something off about it. Thinking back to art class with Ms. K you tried to remember the original piece.

C’mon you got an A in Romantic-era art. You should easily know this one.

Continuing to stare at the piece, it dawned on you someone had depicted Lilith with black hair rather than her usual red.

“That painting, you know the hair color’s wrong.”

“Sorry sir, I wouldn’t know. I’m not much of a classical art fan.”

You opted to drop the matter since realistically-speaking fretting over a poorly-made reproduction in the multi-million dollar lobby of your parent’s supposed best friend who almost killed you and orchestrated worldwide kidnappings, ransoms, and **** was pretty low on the totem pole.

“I do apologize sir but I don’t see your name in Miss Black’s appointment book.”

“Aw, shit.”

The man’s face jumped at your candid words.

Oh wait!

Lightbulb!

“Hey man could you try looking for it under the name…”

You turned bright red.

“Baby kangaroo”

“Um, of course sir.”

Yeah we’re both equally embarrassed at that one. Bet James Bond never had to deal with this shit.

“My name is Roo-Roo, Baby Roo-Roo.”

Eh, you could make it work.

“Ah, I see it here sir. But unfortunately it looks like you are scheduled for four this afternoon.”

Damn it.

“Donovan do you think I could sneak in and see Eva a bit earlier? I’ve got her card and everything.” You asked tossing the crumpled black business card onto the counter.

Picking up the card, the color drained from his face.

“Again I do apologize sir, but I am under explicit instruction not to let anyone see Miss Black outside of their allotted appointment. No matter their association with Miss Black.”

Sighing, you shrugged.

“Its fine man, I get it you’re just doing your job. Thanks for the help anyways dude.”

Don’t you jump over that desk and sucker punch that poor man.

I would never!

…Maybe.

But I have a better plan anyways.

Waving bye, you sauntered towards the door.

Plan?

Wait for it!

“Joseph!”

Bingo.

You turned back to Donovan.

“I could let you onto Miss Black’s floor and you could talk to her personal secretary. Maybe she could find you an opening.”

After grabbing his keys and putting up the “back in 15” placard, you and Donovan headed for the elevator.

Stepping inside you observed as he swiped his keycard across the scanner. With a short beep a number of the elevator’s button turned from red to green. Donovan pressed the topmost one then turned back to you.

“So how do you know Miss Black?”

“A friend of my moms’ apparently”

Donovan stared down at the floor, mulling something over before speaking again.

“Hey man, you’re the first guy to show me any respect in this hell-hole. So I’ll pass along some knowledge. I don’t know what business she does up there, but every person to walk through that lobby is sour as fuck man. I’m talkin’ real fuckin’ bad people dude. If you’re getting bed with that woman watch your ass.”

Hahaha too late for that…shit.

“I appreciate it.”

Your conversation was cut short by the ding of the elevator.

Donovan gave you the nod. Reciprocating you took a long breath then walked out.