(Yeah)
Alexa was reading over his shoulder. She got to the part where she was the spokesperson. Interesting choice, but she could work with it. She would need to work on her manners a little though. She made no coment to Arsen just smirked a little.
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When she smirked, red filled his gaze. Something bad was going to happen if he didn't leave. Hatred pounded through him. He stood and moved to the back, waiting by the bathroom door, breathing deeply.
Alexa watched as Arsen leave. Did he really dislike the idea of her being the important one that much? She let out a breath and went back to looking oit the window keeping the assingment close.
(Yes, yes he did.)
He waited there for about a half hour, ignoring the strange looks, and glaring at everyone. Then he went back, ignoring her.
Alexa didn't mind him ignoring her. She offered up the file back to him silently though not expecting him to take it.
He didn't take it. He pulled his phone from his pocket and looked up his last name for who he was supposed to be, looking for more information than was provided for him.
Alexa pulled the file back in. She opened it up and continued to read through the file. She wanted to know as much as she could.
(Time skip? To the hotel? I can start.)
(Sure, that would be great.)
When they got to New York and out of the airport, Arsen had to get directions from his phone to the hotel. It was roughly five miles away, and he didn't want to walk that far. But hailing a taxi would take so much work… he glanced at Alexa. Should he ask her? Nah. He didn't need help.
Alexa was looking around the city taking in the new sights. Her body seemed to melt and she almost matched the aura that the city and its people gave off. It was part of her own training as a thief to be able to blend in no matter where she went. She looked up to Arsen with a raised eyebrow seeing his slight indecision, "Need me to hail a taxi rich boy?"
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Of course not." His teeth ground at her tone, but before he could hail a taxi, or even an Uber, a beautiful car pulled up in front of them. "Aria and Norcan Joney? I'm Jason Lincoln. I'm here to pick you up, on the orders of Mr. Jackson."
"That would be us," Alexa confirmed and reluctantly grabbed Arsen's hand. They were husband and wife, ugh, and needed to act like it now, "Isn't that right darling?"
"It is." He gritted his teeth silently. Her hands were cold, and she was much shorter than him, which made it awkward.
Alexa was well aware of how awkward this was and she wanted this to be over with. So she took a step towards the car heading to the back bringing Arsen along with her. She tried to remember how to act and couldn't remember if she opened the door and put their luggage away, or not. She didn't look to Arsen figuring she would remember sooner than later.
He grabbed his stuff, then, after an awkward pause, hers as well. He and the driver put the luggage into the car, and then he opened the door for Alexa, barely hiding his annoyance.
Alexa forced a smile onto her face. She hadn't been expecting that and had started to move to grab her own stuff. She got into the car and slid to the far end, "Thank you, dear."
"Anything for you, love," he managed to choke out.
Alexa kept her emotions in a well-kept box, surprisingly. She went to look out the window and not at Arsen. They could get to the hotel and then hopefully not have to talk or touch. She's already at her wit's end for the day.
Arsen slid as far away from her as he could without making the driver suspicious.
When they got to the hotel, he quickly got their rooms, brought his stuff to the rooms and huffed out a breath, throwing himself onto the couch.
Alexa grabbed her stuff and followed after him though once she realized there was no way in hell she was catching up she went invisible and followed him that way, finding it much easier to move. She put her stuff down in the corner of the room and began to look through her bags for her contacts and hair dye. She was sad to see her ends go, but it was necessary.
He didn't even bother hiding his features. He would do so later. Scrolling through his phone, he ordered a suit for the party.
Alexa found the black hair dye and her contacts. She grabbed the dye and a pair of gloves and went to what appeared to be the smallest bathroom. At the very least it was black so there was no need to bleach it. She popped her head out for a moment, "I'm taking this bathroom. Don't bother me."
Then her head went back in so she could start the process.
He rolled his eyes. He thought it was stupid that they got two seperate rooms, but only one bathroom between them. He groaned, leaning back against the back of the couch, and closed his eyes.
Alexa went and locked the door so she could take her shirt off. She began the tedious process of dying her tips back to black. About an hour later she finally stepped out with fully black hair. She kept a towel around her neck just in case her rinse job hadn’t been as thorough as she had thought, that and her hair was still wet.
He ignored her as she entered the room, eyes on the ceiling, thinking. If he were to kill her, would it be traced back to him? And would the System care? He didn't think so, but then again, they stuck him with this miserable thing, so he wasn't quite so sure anymore, which was a feeling he hated.
Alexa walked back over to her stuff and put the dye back into her bag. She kept it separated since it was a bit messy now, but it wasn't going to leak everywhere. She glanced over at Arsen before deciding to ignore him and went into one of the private thank god rooms.
When she left, Arsen finally stood and went into the bathroom. He ran his hands through some cold water, splashing himself in the face, then ran his hands through his hair. He glanced at his reflection in the mirrior, tired, with bags under his eyes, and sighed. He shook his head, letting the water in it fly everywhere, and left again, hopefully looking better than he did before.
Alexa went and looked to the mirror in the bedroom. She reached up and touched the black tips, but reminded herself it was for the sake of the final. She needed this to go well, otherwise the past few years were for nothing.
With a groan, Arsen moved over to her door. He raised his hand to knock, then thought better of it and said, loudly, through the door, "You need to go out to get a dress for the party."