Damien Kova
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Hoping For A Good Understanding (WIP)
🕑 Added 2024-01-29 18:00:02 +0000 UTCAfter everything that had happened during the parental interview, Yor was worried that Anya wouldn’t be accepted into the school’s program. Of course, Loid, despite everything, believed that their daughter would get in without a problem. Yor wasn’t quite sure how he could be so confident after destroying property and scaring the headmaster half to death, but she wanted to make a move in the hopes that it would put the occasion behind them.
Fortunately, it wasn’t hard for her to get a meeting with the headmaster when she arrived at the school after hours with a bottle of wine in hand. In fact, he seemed almost eager to greet her and let her into his office. “T-Thank you for seeing me on such short notice, Headmaster Swan. I was worried you wouldn’t want to see me or my husband after what happened.”
“Truth be told, I’d rather not have to see either of you again. But… You came prepared for what I assume is an apology and even brought a gift. While I have no reason to let you in, I do need to set an example for my fellow staff.” Murdoch let out a heavy breath as he closed thes door behind Yor, locking it from the inside. “I also must as, Mrs. Forger. Don’t you think that dress of yours is a bit… Much?”
“O-Oh?” Yor quickly glanced down at her assassin’s dress, hoping there weren’t blood stains on it and he was trying to be subtle about things. “Ah… It’s one of the few dresses I have that seemed appropriate for this level of apology. We’re desperately hoping our dear Anya can get into your school’s program and I just… Wanted to dress my best!”
“Hmmm. If you say so.” Murdoch made his way over to the same couch that he sat on during the parental interview, gesturing for Yor to sit across from him. “Sit. You said you want to apologize, but something tells me there’s another reason for you to be here. Wine and dressing nice isn’t exactly enough for risking a Headmaster’s life, after all.”
Yor listened to the man as he spoke, watching his facial expression change as he did so. It was clear from his tone of voice and the way his eyes seemed to bounce around her body that he wanted something specific out of her. Of course, Yor wasn’t the kind of woman to think that people would want her for her body. So she wondered if he was trying to gauge her reaction to see if she was armed somehow. “Oh, dear no! I just want to do my best to get Anya in your school!”
There was no hesitation as she set the bottle of wine she had brought on top of the table that Loid had nearly shattered earlier in the day. A sense of guilt tugged at her heart when she saw it, prompting her to bow toward Murdoch. “I’m terribly sorry for the trouble that my husband and I have caused! I hope you can forgive us in some shape or form, giving our daughter a fair chance at entree.”
When Yor bowed in front of him, Murdoch was graced with a sight he didn’t expect to see from someone as temperamental as her. In front of his eyes was nothing but Yor’s breasts nearly spilling out of the black dress that she was wearing. The fabric looked skin-tight on her when she walked in, but there was something regal and defined about the way she walked in it. However, now that he was able to see her body this close because of it, he couldn’t stop himself from blushing and getting a bit excited. “I see… You do… Seem genuine in your apology…”
Murdoch quickly cleared his throat before pulling his gaze from her breasts, not wanting to be caught when she stood back up. He gestured across the room to the small cabinet that was behind Yor. “In that cabinet behind you are some wine glasses. Sit and talk. Explain to me what happened today and caused the outburst you and your husband had.”
The moment that Yor lifted her head and did as instructed, Murdoch was once again flustered to see her breast bounce in her dress, almost spilling free again. It made him wonder just how she was able to wear it with such confidence. Almost everything she did made it seem like they were going to pop out at any moment. However, when she did as asked and set the wine glasses on the table, he pushed the thought out of his mind. “I may get a bit personal with my questions. Is that going to be a problem this time around?”
“Not in the slightest.” Yor answered, smiling as she sat across the cracked table from him.
