01-18-2021, 11:20 PM
The Executive Offices of the Ascendancy were among the highest functioning groups in the world. It was a place where efficiency and precision were infused with culture and ambition. Where jobs were plenty in Moscow, government human resources prowled hundreds- sometimes thousands- of applications to fill each and every post in the EoA. It was only with the final approval of the Ascendancy himself that offers were made. With such a worldly pool of candidates, only the best fits were considered. Standards were high as if every person in the EoA was an extension of himself. They were required to be diligent workers, emotionally competent, skilled at their necessary tasks, and held to a certain outward standard of appearance. At first blush, Noemi fit well, as if she belonged.
Truthfully, he hadn’t come to chat with the newest member of their team, but if Aleksandrova was busy with Bykov, she could use an extra minute without interruption. Certainly Ascendancy’s time was more valuable than even hers, but if he had an ulterior motive, this was it as ever there was one. He did not have much time to socialize as one would assume; and Evelyn was far away. He truly cared for the young American in a way that surprised even him. When he proposed, it wasn’t completely out of strategy, mostly, yes, but not entirely.
Noemi possessed a beauty that required pause to marvel upon. Her skin was a blushed rose, poised at its peak, irreverent for the inevitable wilting soon to come. Her eyes gleamed as a gray sky meeting the distant sea, an otherworldly chill tempting. Her mouth parted, the upper lip lay upon the lower with a plump rest, tempting to be touched.
Nikolai was far too disciplined to allow himself fleshly distraction, but neither was he altogether dismissive of heart and need. An idea pulsed his thoughts. A plan was formed. His smile was slim, like the ruler of the world shared a secret smile only with her, one impossible for photographers and movie makers to recreate.
Aleksandrova’s arrival was timely in a way that he did not assume was coincidence. She watched everything, and if she was the regent, this was her land.
“Thank you for your assistance, Noémi,” he said, holding the globes of her eyes in the gaze of his own. Yet it was business that turned him away. The spell was broken, but connection wove invisible tendrils that he would ponder at odd times when his mind was not working on other ventures.
“I came to speak with you,” he said, gesturing that they enter her office for discussion. The stately, refined Aleksandrova was immaculate, perhaps the sort of woman that Noemi herself would someday mature into. The time for humility came to its end, and he seized the power of the universe into his grasp, using it to tug the door behind them, but not without stealing one last nod for the lowly assistant that promised this was not goodbye.
Truthfully, he hadn’t come to chat with the newest member of their team, but if Aleksandrova was busy with Bykov, she could use an extra minute without interruption. Certainly Ascendancy’s time was more valuable than even hers, but if he had an ulterior motive, this was it as ever there was one. He did not have much time to socialize as one would assume; and Evelyn was far away. He truly cared for the young American in a way that surprised even him. When he proposed, it wasn’t completely out of strategy, mostly, yes, but not entirely.
Noemi possessed a beauty that required pause to marvel upon. Her skin was a blushed rose, poised at its peak, irreverent for the inevitable wilting soon to come. Her eyes gleamed as a gray sky meeting the distant sea, an otherworldly chill tempting. Her mouth parted, the upper lip lay upon the lower with a plump rest, tempting to be touched.
Nikolai was far too disciplined to allow himself fleshly distraction, but neither was he altogether dismissive of heart and need. An idea pulsed his thoughts. A plan was formed. His smile was slim, like the ruler of the world shared a secret smile only with her, one impossible for photographers and movie makers to recreate.
Aleksandrova’s arrival was timely in a way that he did not assume was coincidence. She watched everything, and if she was the regent, this was her land.
“Thank you for your assistance, Noémi,” he said, holding the globes of her eyes in the gaze of his own. Yet it was business that turned him away. The spell was broken, but connection wove invisible tendrils that he would ponder at odd times when his mind was not working on other ventures.
“I came to speak with you,” he said, gesturing that they enter her office for discussion. The stately, refined Aleksandrova was immaculate, perhaps the sort of woman that Noemi herself would someday mature into. The time for humility came to its end, and he seized the power of the universe into his grasp, using it to tug the door behind them, but not without stealing one last nod for the lowly assistant that promised this was not goodbye.