a poisoned gift; fox
Jan 26, 2022 17:49:11 GMT -5
Post by kousei ♚ on Jan 26, 2022 17:49:11 GMT -5
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Her social circles had very little to say about Tulip Arsenault. That in itself piqued her interest. But when her journalists had very little to say about her, that made her drop her lose her goddamn mind. The thought picked at the back of her mind like a scalpel against dead flesh, piercing the walls of her skull like a needle and thread. The invitation to dinner had sat on her desk for weeks, its fate unknown.
She knew of ACE entertainment, obviously, but she knew nothing of its inner workings. Very little had been written about it. Shit, she'd never covered it when she wrote articles for news. The fact she knew so little of its people meant two things; they weren't worth her time or they were a gem waiting to be uncovered. She would only find out if she went and actually met the girl.
There was only one reason why she would want to meet Eva of all people.
Her business model attracted interest like a moth to a flame. The forward-thinking business leaders knew that the internet was the future and the fate of their business's reputations sat in the court of public opinion. And the jury loved to look at their screens all day.
So, she'd had her secretary inform them that she'd be attending. When the day came she'd already had her outfit picked out a week before. A smart, navy dress with white high heels and a designer handbag. Her personal assistant had been given the address of the restaurant where they were to meet and already knew where to go. Truth be told, everyone who was someone knew what this restaurant was. Soul Dining. It was impossible to ever get a reservation and yet the elites who dominated Panem's hierarchy fought tooth and nail to get reservations.
And yet Tulip had gotten a reservation just for her. Eva was grudgingly impressed.
When they arrived at the place, Eva stepped out. "Go find a place to park, I'll call you when I need to be picked up." She told him politely.
"Of course, Ma'am." He replied with a quick bow of his head. And then he was gone.
When she stepped through the doors, she found the restaurant was buzzing with activity. Yet it felt off. Almost artificial. Why is no one drinking? She wondered to herself.
Her thought was cut off when she was greeted. "Evangeline Richards? Right this way, Ma'am." The waiter led her to her table. It was right by a window, just so they got some street light and no other table was right next to them.
"Thank you." She said as she sat down.
"Miss Arsenault will be with you very shortly. But here is a bottle of our house white wine, pre-ordered for your table." He motioned to the expensive wine bottle already in ice on their table. He poured her a glass. "I hope it is to your taste."
When she sipped her glass, she tasted power.
She knew of ACE entertainment, obviously, but she knew nothing of its inner workings. Very little had been written about it. Shit, she'd never covered it when she wrote articles for news. The fact she knew so little of its people meant two things; they weren't worth her time or they were a gem waiting to be uncovered. She would only find out if she went and actually met the girl.
There was only one reason why she would want to meet Eva of all people.
Her business model attracted interest like a moth to a flame. The forward-thinking business leaders knew that the internet was the future and the fate of their business's reputations sat in the court of public opinion. And the jury loved to look at their screens all day.
So, she'd had her secretary inform them that she'd be attending. When the day came she'd already had her outfit picked out a week before. A smart, navy dress with white high heels and a designer handbag. Her personal assistant had been given the address of the restaurant where they were to meet and already knew where to go. Truth be told, everyone who was someone knew what this restaurant was. Soul Dining. It was impossible to ever get a reservation and yet the elites who dominated Panem's hierarchy fought tooth and nail to get reservations.
And yet Tulip had gotten a reservation just for her. Eva was grudgingly impressed.
When they arrived at the place, Eva stepped out. "Go find a place to park, I'll call you when I need to be picked up." She told him politely.
"Of course, Ma'am." He replied with a quick bow of his head. And then he was gone.
When she stepped through the doors, she found the restaurant was buzzing with activity. Yet it felt off. Almost artificial. Why is no one drinking? She wondered to herself.
Her thought was cut off when she was greeted. "Evangeline Richards? Right this way, Ma'am." The waiter led her to her table. It was right by a window, just so they got some street light and no other table was right next to them.
"Thank you." She said as she sat down.
"Miss Arsenault will be with you very shortly. But here is a bottle of our house white wine, pre-ordered for your table." He motioned to the expensive wine bottle already in ice on their table. He poured her a glass. "I hope it is to your taste."
When she sipped her glass, she tasted power.
