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[Spellbinder]

<< as the storm runs its course and fades off into a light sprinkle....the dawn of a new day is upon NYC..as its citizens slowly rise to begin their various routines>>

<< Spellbinder has just finished her morning session of intense yoga..and is now in her shower chambers..lavishing her body as she prepares for her busy day....meetings at Illustra with a new, highly respected and powerful business man seeking to partner with Illustra for the promotion for a multimillion dollar line of luxury hotels and resorts as well as an interview with Alexis Chandler Quatermaine of Tempo Magazine, one of the hottest magazines of the high society and fashion world and a photo shoot with a famour photographer from the reputable Liquid Crystal studios. when all is said and done they will most likely round off the interview with a late lunch at a restaurant in town.>>

<<the day is just beginning..but for Spellbinder it feels that last night hasnt ended...though she looks refreshed..her mind and her heart ache with fatigue and discontent...fleeting images of the disturbing dream still haunt her.>>


<but spellbinder is not the only one who has begun her day...>>

 

[Prophet]

Morning in NYC

« The water from the shower poured all over Cameron's body. He thought the warm water would make him feel refreshed and ready for the day, but a night of tossing and turning had just turned into a morning of exhaustion and over exertion. As he turned the water off, he stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, wrapping it around his waist before heading into the kitchen. There he was greeted by Vivica who already up and moving, talking on the phone and filling in notes for Cameron for his meeting. She was like nobody he had ever met. Even through all of her busy work, she took the time to smirk at Cameron and laugh. »

"Oh please... put some clothes on..."

« Cameron laughed as he poured a cup of coffee from the machine. He had to wake up if he was going to get through today. He had a meeting with Illustra this morning with their new CEO, Morgan Victoria. The Famous Ex Supermodel, whom from what Cameron had seen in the tabloids had gone awol from the Modeling World, and was a suspected Witch with a Mutant Team in Europe. If Ms. Victoria was a witch, Cameron should be able to tell. He could always pick up on that kind of thing. As Vivica got off the phone, he looked to her and glanced at his notes. »

"Ok.. we need to go in prepared today Vi. I want to make sure everything is in order. From what I have heard about this Morgan Victoria, it is that she is a ballbuster. If she busts mine, I'll have to bust yours. Let's go over our opening statement again."

« And so on the top floor of the Waldorf Estoria, Cameron and Vivica went over the presentation, awaiting for their 3:00pm meeting at Illustra as the rest of the citizens of the city rose from their slumber as well. Today was going to be an interesting day. Even though he didn't pick up on it right away, he was excited to meet the famous Morgan Victoria. He had been a huge fan of her work, and to actually be working with her was an honor, but that was a side that Cameron never showed. He would go into the meeting like he always did. Determined, focused, and not accepting anything that would screw his company over. He didn't get this far by being nice. His thoughts went back to the presentation, getting ready to face the day. »

 

[Persephone]

:: After only a few hours of sleep from the night before, Alexis entered the corporate office of Tempo Magazine a tad bit sluggish this morning. Even though she was extremely tired, she never looked it, and refused to allow any of her co workers to see otherwise. Dressed in a beautiful Dolce and Gabanna business suite, she made sure she was always dressed profession but stylish and sexy. ::

:: It was around 8am and the office was already hectic with workers trying to finish their deadlines. Grabbing a stack of papers as she walked by Tracy, her assistance, desk, she shuffled through them seeing she had a meeting with Morgan Victoria. Rolling her eyes, she entered her large office and threw the stack of papers on her desk. ::

"Tracy!"

:: Her voice carried over the noise of busy workers and reached the ears of Tracy. As her assistant rushed into her office, Alexis dropped her purse and suite case on top of her desk and sat down behind it. Leaning back, she ran her slender fingers through her wavy blonde locks, letting out an annoyed sigh, very obvious to Tracy that she didn't wish to interview Miss Victoria. ::

"Okay, we have yet another bratty has-been model to interview today. Unfortunately my bosses wish for me to do the interview because they feel they can't torture me enough."

:: Standing up from behind her desk, she made her way to her office windows, looking outside at the busy streets below. Her sapphire blue eyes studying the surroundings outside sensing their was something not right about today. She felt this feeling last night also...but it wasn't this apparent to her. Parting her glossy pink lips, she gently shook her head and turned around facing Tracy once more. ::

"So, I need you to get everything you need to make this woman happy. Bottles of imported water, Italian brewed coffee, laxatives, whatever is needed to make her happy, easy to deal with, and out of my hair ASAP. Understood?"

:: Unbuttoning her white blazer, she headed back over to her desk and picked up the stack of papers she threw their from before. Looking over them once again. ::

"Also I need you to get on the line with Cameron Diaz' representatives and explain we have to reschedule the interview for two weeks. Also make sure Janet has the new layouts for the table of contents in my hands by 12 o'clock. I'm getting tired of her half ass attitude. Either she gets it to me by 12 or she's fired."

:: As Tracy went to head out the door, Alexis walked back around to her chair and sat down. Crossing her long slender legs, she immediately picked up the phone and began to dial. Before Tracy could step one foot out the door, she glanced up at her assistant. ::

"Oh, and tell Janet if it's not perfect she will not only be fired, I will make sure she can't even get a job at Nickelodeon magazine."

:: Tracy hesitating somewhat, she continued her way out of Alexis' office. Putting the phone to her ear, Alexis finished dialing and sat back. Looking outside of her office window she took a deep breath in and slowly allowed herself to relax. ::

 

[Black Widow]

Meanwhile, in Worcester

Haleigh Davidoff stares out the glass doors, watching the last hints of the storm disappear over the water as the sun takes to the sky. She had been with the storm since it began just after three am... she'd watched it for hours, lounging in her bedroom, watching it through the huge windows.... mulling over the terrible feeling that had been lingering over her since it began. She'd kept up with its destruction as she fixed herself a five star breakfast around five am, and seen it begin to slow as she ate. She fixes an earpiece to her ear as she finishes her 'breakfast'. She stands from her barstool, lifting her plate and taking it to the sink, untying her silk robe to allow it open for airflow.

"Alluisi."

She says firmly, licking her lips and taking her glass. Her phone dials thefamiliar number, as she moves to her bedroom to change out of her nightclothes. She pulls a pinstriped suit from her evergrowing closet, as a voice on the other ends answers.

>>Well.... Haleigh, you called me... that's a damn shock. Is something wrong?
"Haha.... I just... wanted to talk to you. I wanted to make sure you were still with me. I take it the mission when okay?"
>>Yes, it was a success. Without a hitch. Of course I'm still with you. You can't get rid of me that easily. You sleep?
"Cass.... you know I don't sleep. Anyways, the sun is rising here, it's nearly six am. I'm heading into the office. Any nightmares?"
>>Always. I'd rather not talk about it on the phone. There's some kind of mechanical problem with the jet, so I might end up stay here longer than planned. Brandon wants to take me to dinner, be a tourist a while.
"Well, listen, that's no problem. I'll take over your meetings for today. Take your time in Taipei... enjoy a little vacation. Are there any meetings I can't cancel?"
>>Yeah, actually. I was going in to oversee a photoshoot with Illustra, and talk to their exec. Cancel the rest, but that one is big money. some kind of high priority promotion with that hotel chain, I believe. Go to that one for me. Try to smile.
"Yeah.... I'll try. Listen, Cass.... something bad is happening. Bad for us, anyway... I can't explain, just a terrible feeling."
>>Well... i don't know what to tell you. I'll ask around, maybe I can't see if there are any major movements in the intelligence world we haven't covered yet.
"Thanks... well, I gotta go, MY jet is waiting."
>>Okay, I'll see you later. Hey... keep your head up. i'm sure its nothing to worry about.
"Yeah. Later."

She said, not sounding convinced, as she pulled the earpiece from her ear and looked at herself in the full length mirror. She ran her fingers through blonde hair, brushing a piece of lint from her shoulder as she turned to leave. Living in Worcester was good for the peace and quiet she liked. It wasn't the constant city static of New york, thankfully. It was about an hour's drive away, and Haleigh took a company leerjet to save time. She got to the small airport a few minutes later, nodding to the pilot that she was ready and making her way out to her plane.


******

She walked through Liquid Crystal doors and was immediately tended to. She signed three different forms for approval of various things and recieved a folder containing the business for the day. She had her partner's meetings cancelled, all except the Illustra affair.

"Tom, prepare a vehicle for the photogarpher... [she flips to the next page in her folder to find his name] James Evanko and I to take to the shoot. Illustra in Manhattan is our destination. He's our best, right?"

Assistant: "Yes madam, he's won several awards. But, my name is Tim... um, do you want a sedan or an SUV?"

Haleigh nodded to accept the photographer's credentials, but didn't acknowledge her assistants correction of his name. She despised people correcting her. He'd be fired within the hour.

"The Mercedes will be fine. I want it ready in ten. Make sure sure Evanko knows he's riding with me and not the crew. I'll be in my office."

She took the executive elevater to sublevel four, and as soon as she stepped offf, she was approached by five more people relating business to her. she'd hardly been gone five hours, but she got news of the success of the taipei mission, the responses to acceptance of an offer of weaponry to a client, and other intelligence news. she was walking through her REAL corporation, Clandestine Intelligence.

"Very good. Cancel My breifings for this morning to late afternoon. I'll be out."

She said, sitting down behind her desk. She passed out direction to three different people, sipping the hot coffee that was handed to her as she started business for the day. By the time she finished, her deskphone rang.

"Davidoff."
>>Yes, um, miss Davidoff... the photographer and the car is ready.
"Good. Oh, and Tom? Clear your desk out. You're fired."
>>I--

Haleigh hung up coldly and stood from her desk, walking confidently out of her office, telling her CI assistant to interview new applicants for a LCI assisstant position. She took the elevator back up, glad to be so busy again. She acknowledged a goodlooking man introducing himself as the photographer, but neglected to shake his hand as they both climbed into the classy black Mercedes Benz that would take them to the shoot.

 

[Spellbinder]

<< Spellbinder stands in front of her three way crystaline mirrors...looking over her tall , statuesque figure....wearing simple fitting, black cashmere sweater with a khaki pencil skirt with a hemline a few inches above the knee along with black knee high heeled boots, Spell had a look of easy , chic elegance for the winter time...her blonde double highlighted hair was pulled back into a stylish, glossed bun..giving her a simple yet beautiful look and allowing full attention to her face and its wintery elegance. it was effortless business chic..but her body was still very much flattered by the cut of the clothes>>

<< opting NOT to call for a Limo.....Spellbinder turned around once...leaning down to kiss her kitten tinkerbell goodbye on the forehead before grabbing her prada bag...and opening a stepping disc with a loud blast of thunder..and in the twinkling of the sorceress' eye...she teleports from her palatial apartment to Illustra...located next to Trump Towers...and just as tall.>>

<<arriving at Illustra...the premier fashion/modeling agency of the east coast and known around the world for its provocative yet classically themed imagery and prestinely elegant super models...the company is abuzz with activity from the first floor all the way up to the circular executive offices/suites on the 50th floor>>

<< Morgan began her walk through the stylish vestibule...and immediately was attended by her assitants as members of staff smiled and waved and greeted>>

Assistant: Miss Victoria......your 9 o'clock has not arrived yet..but preperations have been made for you in the circular executive suite over looking central park....and ensured that no untimely interruptions will occurr.

Alexis Quatermaine of Tempo will be arriving at 1 pm as well as Haleigh Davidoff for the interview and photo shoot. we have set up the media room on the 45th floor....all is in readiness


<< Morgan walked at a steady pace..with that trademark elegant bounce in her step...and allthough her face was flawless ...she looked detatched and uninterested...it was as though she was on auto pilot. indeed she had been this way ever since returning form valiant...and although her staff worked dilligently with her to insure that Illustra continued to succeed as much as it did....they all noticed the change in their former signature super model turned CEO....her assistant looked..but didnt comment...though she wished she knew just what had happend to Morgan to make her this way>>

Morgan: <<in an icy voice>> ....thank you Alison....

<< the two women made their way up to the 50th floor...in the expres elevator....and stepped out..making their way down the long hall...to the last circular executive suite...which faced central park...the room seemlessly flowed with an uniterrupted view of the room. the cold, contemporary decor of the office matched the icy woman that helmed the company...as she slowly sat in the head chair of the conference table..>>

Alison: i will return when Mr. King and his people arrive Miss Victoria.

Morgan: many thanks, alison.

<< as alison left and closed the doors behind her.........Morgan put her hands to her face...and sighed with anguish....images of foxfire blaired in her mind..and would not back off....her mind ACHED......and her heart did as well...as she gritted her teeth..and tried not to shed tears>>

<< softly spoken>>....Blaze........goddess help me.....i failed her...

 

[Prophet]

« Cameron King found himself yet again in the same Limo with his assistant Vivica and his Immigrant driver, Carlos, who today seemed to be making through traffic at good speed. For a brief moment, Mr. King considered giving the Driver a raise, but the crazy thought quickly left his brain as he laughed inside. Where else was he going to get someone to work for less than minimum wage? He adjusted the silk black tie on his suit and and looked at himself. He didn't know the name of the brand he was wearing. His stylist picked it out for him, he couldn't care less what he wore. He would go into the meeting naked if he could. But alas, that wasn't an option. Cameron looked at his iced out watch and made note of the time as they pulled of in front of Illustra. It was 8:48am. That was good. They weren't late. Cameron stepped out of the Limo as he held out his hand for Vivica. Chilvary wasn't dead completely. She winked at him as they entered the offices. Cameron took a deep breath and looked at Vivica. »

"Okay, I need you to go to the receptionist, tell her that Mr. King is here, and that I we have a meeting with Ms. Victoria at 9:00am. If she gets lippy, don't worry I will work my magic on her."

« Vivica nodded as she headed to the front desk. This gave him a chance to look around the main lobby which was covered with posters from other successful models and campaigns that Illustra had launched. Campaigns for Cover Girl, Louis Vitton, Prada. As he looked back over the receptionists' head he noticed a rather larged framed photo from a Cover Girl Campaign with Ex Model Morgan Victoria. This was the woman he would be meeting up with today.The Ball Buster. As soon as Cameron saw the picture he sensed something about the woman. She was different. All this thinking had left him to drift off as when he looked back Vivica was standing right in front of him, pulling him to the Elevator. »

"55th Floor! We have to hurry if we want to make it on time. That stupid receptionist twat had the gull to ask who you were!"

« As Cameron found his way to the elevator about to head into a meeting with Illustra, he couldn't help but take one final look at Morgan Victoria. Her picture was captivating. The doors closed in front of Cameron's eyes as he took a deep breath, preparing himself for the meeting. »

 

[Spellbinder]

<< Morgan had not slept very well the night before. The storm seemed to be a symptom of something far worse looming on the horizon of NYC ...but in Morgan's mind...the pain of loss was so strong...it had taken a toll on her very being....as her heart was cold....and she was detatched from everything around her. Her wintery beauty was still very much in tact...but that personality that had made her so fierce and so feared...was now changed>>

<< as she sat in the large deep seated, leather, swivel chair at the end of the metallic conference room table and looked out over the skies through the seamless circular window of the suite....her eyes grew heavy....she was very tired....but it didnt show in her face...it was her MIND>>

<< as she sits tall..her legs crossed at the knee...and her chin resting on her hands that are positioned as a "bridge" , her eyes shut once..twice...and then stayed closed....for a few moments>>


meanwhile outside the suite in the hallway, Alison greets Cameron and Vivica. Alison is a tall woman herself , standing at 5"11' with black hair and cobalt blue eyes...a very striking appearence..much like that of Lynda Carter. She was cutting edge in a black pin stripped, single breasted tailored blazer and matching short skirt...bare legged wearing black leather donna karan pumps..and her hair was pulled back as well in a stylish bun do.

Alison: Welcome to Illustra Inc. , I'm Alison, Morgan Victoria's executive assistant and operations manager. If you would please follow me, I will show you to the executive suite.

<< Alison was definately in possession of herself...she held alot of power at Illustra and her competence showed as she lead the way...but curiously...her mind was completely CLOSED to cameron..and no amount of probing would gain him access. as the reached the doors of the suite....she opened them ad stepped in first to make sure Morgan was ready...>>

<< Morgan's eyes POPPED open as the doors open and she heard Alison's voice......she turned in the chair and fixed her icy voilet eyes upon Cameron and Vivica....with a cold, expresionless look...her beauty was evident but the warmth that was conveyed in the shots that Cameron saw on the first floor....was not there>>

<<standing up...Morgans height became apparent as she matched Cameron eye to eye and dwarfed Vivica. her body and its prestine physical shape were also apparent. Wearing a simple fitting, black cashmere sweater with a khaki pencil skirt with a hemline a few inches above the knee along with black knee high heeled boots and her blonde double highlighted hair was pulled back into a stylish, glossed bun..>>

<< in an icy voice>>
Welcome Mr. King, I'm Morgan Victoria, CEO of Illustra Inc. Please come in and be seated.

<< Alison had already summoned assistants who brought the finest freshly brewed coffee and some imported bottled water...along with an assortment of snacks and refreshments....they quickly left as Alison seated herself beside Morgan...while Vivica and Cameron took their place down at the other end. It was clear to Cameron and Vivica that these women were unusual...the fact that BOTH their minds were closed to him had to be quite apparent to him by now....as they looked upon him>>

Morgan:<<in an icy vioce>> now then...I understand you have a line of 4 star hotels that you have aquired and you wish to overhaul them in a major way and relaunch them complete with a media blitz.....how can Illustra assist you in this endeavor?

<< her tone was even..but cold. she seemed very blank >>

 

[Prophet]

« As Cameron andVivica reached the correct floor, they were greeted immediately by Morgan's assistant Alison. As they began to walk through the hallway, red flags went up in Cameron's head that almost stopped him dead in his tracks. He had realized that from the moment he had met Alison, he hadn't picked up on a single thought of hers, which was not normal at all. Either Alison was completely brain dead, or there was something blocking him. He had never not been able to probe a mind before. He tried with more finesse and care this time but a considerable amount of power. In fact he was using so much of his power that in the center of his forehead a small green globe of energy began to appear. Vivica sensed it right away and snapped her head over to him as she smacked him in the chest and whispered to him. »

"What are you doing you idiot! Your getting all green and glowy! Knock it off!"

« But it simply wasn't that simple. It wasn't just interesting anymore, but it was irritating. He was Cameron King, the Prophet, there was no mind that he could not tame, and for some second rate secretary to be able to block him from that somewhat infuriated him. In a way that was good. He needed to be pumped up for the meeting. As he entered the room, he noticed that he had actually broken a sweat trying to probe Alison's mind. He casually grabbed a bottle of water and sat down on his end of the table with Vivica, as she began to bring out the notes. Listening to Morgan speak, he noticed that she too was cut off from his powers. What was wrong with these women? Maybe those rumors were true, or maybe his powers were just on the fritz. As Morgan finished in her even and cold tone, Cameron nodded his head and began. »

"Thank you for meeting with us Ms. Victoria. It is a pleasure. Now then, In a recent buyout I acquired the hotel chain known as the Parthenon. It was once a thriving chain in the 80's but was left in ruins by the past owner. Normally, I would not go into a real estate endeavour, but I see something in this chain that I cannot pass up. I have invested over 10 million dollars fixing these Luxury Hotels up in the most beneficial locations. New York, Paris, Milan and Tokyo. The reason that I have come to you, is that I wish to promote this chain launching a Media Campaing involving Television, Magazines and Billboards. I want this to be the hotspot to stop on Vacation and Business. The chain is known as the Parthenon from Ancient Greece. I would like sophisticated style but with enough young energy to draw in a crowd of all ages. It would help if I could put a face to the campaign. Someone leaded the campaign. Since these locations are in the hottest places of Fashion, I was thinking Models. A Team to go out and promote, remember the Angels Across America tour from Victoria's Secret? Something like that? What I need from you.. is a plan for success, the models and the space for advertising. I am open to any ideas that you may have. So tell me what you are thinking."

« It was at this point that Cameron would have usually read their minds and come up with a last minute idea involving the thought, but Morgan Victoria was inpenetrable, and it was starting to make Cameron wonder who this woman was, and if it was the woman that she wanted to do business with. He nodded to Vivica who began to pass out pictures of the hotels in the different locations, and detailed pages of the Parthenon's old earnings and wages. He was hoping that maybe Vivica would be able to pick up on something. Though her mutant ability was to recall everything she sees, hears, smells or senses, she had a second mutation that increased her senses to the extreme. Cameron wasn't crazy. Something was up with Alison and Morgan, he just didn't know what. »

 

[Black Widow]

Haleigh sat comfortably in the back seat next to the Photographer as she waited for the crew to load their equipment into the company van parked behind her. She looked at her watch, it was already 9:15 am. The morning was passing quickly, to her gratitude. She had two folders, onefilled with updates and memorandems for the intelligence world, what the CIA and rival european intelligence agencies were up to, the latest moves and advances by both. Statistics and successes of her own various operations were also there. The second folder contained the information for her meeting today and Cassandra's notes on Illustra Incorporated, Tempo Magazine, and King Enterprises. Haleigh read up on all of them, she liked to be informed. Her natural inquisitive nature took over, as she made what appeared to be small talk with the photographer.

"so, Evanko, have you worked with Tempo and Illustra before?"

James:"I have worked with Tempo, mostly with the advertising department. I usually do stuff with Cover Girl, Maybeline, a lot of Fragrance shoots. I believe Illustra has supplied models for the clothing line shoots before. So, why am I not riding with the crew?"

"Well, I have been informed that this is a high-profile client, there is a lot of money in this partnership, several big names are attached, Tempo, Illustra, now King Enterprises. that's why I'm coming to oversee it myself. You arriving with me shows that we respect you as a photographer. If they see we respect you, they'll respect you. Are we ready to go yet?"

"The equipment is kept on the third floor.... there's a lot needed for this shoot... they're having to make several trips Miss Davidoff. I believe they are almost done. You know, I had no idea CEOs were so beautiful."

Haleigh looked up at him, with an unmistakable hit-on-me-again-and-ill-break-your-kneecaps glare on her face. She licked her lips and looked back down at her papers.

"I am the Co-Owner. Miss Alluisi is the Chief Executive Officer. I'm filling in for her as she is out of the country and delayed."

She didn't attack him, though she normally would shoot down men who were so forthright. He was attractive and she was always taken with artistic types. As long as he didn't prove himself an idiot, she might bed him before the day was over.

"Well, it's my lucky day then. Looks like the crew is finally ready."

 

[Spellbinder]

meanwhile...

<<Morgan sat and listened..while Alison recorded minutes>>

<< Morgan's mind wandered....away from the room and the conversation...but when Cameron passed down pictures of the Parthenon hotel chain...one of the locations was in Europe...in Paris>>

<< she immediately stopped sifting through the pictures as her violet eyes widened at the site of this particular hotel>>

<< it was the hotel that Valiant had stayed at the NIGHT of the battle with Black.....her mind immediately recounted the memories of how she used her clout and celebrity to secure the finest rooms for her team mates...and all the events that lead up to their fateful encounter with the Axis of Evil>>


<< she closes her eyes tightly and pushes back the memories and looks up>>


<<in an icy voice>>: I see. well clearly you have an eye for taste Mr. King and you seem to have marketing savvy. This chain was quite reputable in the 80's and while its sites in Europe still enjoy a measure of success...the American half definately has been in decline for quite some time.

the proposed overhaul and all the additions seem quite appropriate.

There is a theme right now...both in fashion and in high society circles...a "return to old holywood glamor". Social clubs are reasserting themselves as well and people want to return to the exlcusivity of being the "select few" that enjoy the finest hotels both here and over seas. With these luxe hotels...especially its flagship being here in NYC, i think perhaps a simple, yet elegant approach is necessary. Illustra has many options and resources that can assist in making the Parthenon synonymous with glamor and regality.

<< Morgan's eyes were beginning to water....she casually reached for a tissue and dabbed her eyes.....but the subtle oblivion of unconsciouness was creeping upon her....it was as though she was being PULLED into a dream ...but she continued to resist...the images of that hotel stayed in her mind....the memories were so strong...>>


curse him! how DARE he come before me with this!

<< she awaited his response>>

 

[Prophet]

« Cameron nodded and smile, relieved that Morgan was agreeing with his vision and that they were on the same page. She must have stayed at the Parthenon before, being a high fashion model. She was right. Most of the revamping had to be done in the New York Chain. That is where he had spent the most money to fix up and it would be the focus point of the moment. As he looked up, he saw Morgan dabbing her eye with a tissue. Was she upset. She actually looked as if she were about to fall asleep. Was his meeting that boring? He overlooked the pictures himself and responded. »

"So I was thinking. It is smarter to start in the New York Location, as it will need the most advertising. If we were to merge our list of clients together, we would have quite the list of the rich, famous and glamorous. What I was thinking is that we launch the campaing in New York, Banners on buses, billboards, and commercials. We host a grand opening party, inviting only the highest in society and power. Once they arrive we give them the star treatment, show them how great it was. After the party, I want the success of it to be taken overseas. I want names dropped as well as money dropped to ensure the public hears about the success of the opening. Then we can work our way into Europe and on to Tokyo. What do you think?"

« Cameron handed Vivica the papers that outlined the plans and such for the opening of the New York Location, who then gave them to Alison who in turn handed them to Morgan. For whatever reason, Cameron couldn't keep his eyes off of Morgan. Something was wrong with her, but unfortunately he couldn't tap into her mind to figure out why. Maybe he could hit her with a low voltage psi blast that would make her blurt out what she thinking. Even though he couldn't read her, maybe he could still manipulate her. He felt the invisible energy swirling in front of his forehead as the blast sent out and hit the CEO. He waited but nothing happened. He knew that Morgan had to have felt the blast, but she obviously wasn't affected by it. Ms. Victoria was waring on Cameron's nerves. He hoped that whatever she was thinking wouldn't cloud this business deal, because at the end of the day, he didn't care what the hell happened to Morgan, just as long as he got his money. »

 

[Spellbinder]

<< as Cameron talked....Morgan became some what agitated....>>

someone....something is trying to intrude in my MIND!

<<thunder rumbled in the air...though it seemed to be a quiet morning.....and the room grew colder. Alison looked at Morgan...and turned to face Cameron and Vivica>>

<< Morgan stopped herself from showing any balatant reaction of agitation at what she felt was an attempt to violate her mind. she didnt know Cameron was a mutant..so she had no reason to suspect him>>

<<in an icy voice>>: Mr. King, Illustra does not advertise on buses or banners. we are a cutting edge fashion/media agency and we reach the highest end consumers with our imagery and prompt patronage of the finest stores and products. If we are to provide you with our services..then you will allow us to handle this advertising as we see fit.

<< Illustra's history spoke for itself. having pushed its competitors back into the background for the last 15 years...and with Morgan having associations/friendships with the likes of Madonna, Donatella, P. Diddy and Donald Trump as well as the the title of "most celebrated super model of the world" for many years before voluntarily giving up the title to help Valiant stop the Axis of Evil>>

<< Alison...who was in fact a "seer" , a powerful practicioner of magick who was far beyond the grasp of Cameron's telepathy. She had been hand picked by Morgan ages ago and therefor the PERFECT assistant to the sorceress. she begun her own "scan" of Cameron and Vivica....her power was strong enough to detect that they were NOT merely humans...>>

<< Morgan awaited his response>>

 

[Prophet]

« Cameron was growing more irritated by the moment. Obviously Morgan Victoria was not up to this meeting, and she really wasn't giving him anything to work with. He peered at Vivica who he knew was feeling exactly the same way he was as he let out a sigh and continued to speak. »

"I am fine with you handling it your way, but I need something to work with. What exactly did you have in mind for this Ms. Victoria? I came to you because I heard you are the best. I want the best for my company, and I have yet to see that.. I need something to work with here."

« Without further notice Vivica perked herself up as if she had been a little startled. Her keen senses could tell that something was being worked in the room and she didn't know what, but it made her uncomfortable. She had just gotten the chills. This meeting would definitely not end well. There was something underlying this meeting that had nothing to do with Hotels at all. Vivica tried to focus back on the project as she awaited Morgan's most likely cold response. To Vivica, that woman had been so cold when talked you could see her breath. Cameron on the other hand, was probing the woman, to see what she would give him. »

"I mean no offense what so ever Ms. Victoria, but if you're not up for this meeting, we can reschedule at any other time..."

« He took a drink from his water bottle and glanced back at his papers. What in the hell was going on with Morgan? And what had scared Vivica? This whole thing was getting to be very uncomfortable. »

 

[Spellbinder]

<< Morgan knew exactly what she wanted to do...she knew exactly how best to bring the Parthenon back to the forefront of fashion and high society.....>>

<< as Cameron began to vocalize his impatience ..and Alison and Vivica both picked up on the subtle changes in the room courtesy of Morgan's growing agitation....things...just slowed down..........slowlllyyyyy becomingggggg quiettttttttttttttt...as ghostlyl echoes and eerie sounds of a bell could be heard >>

<< as Morgan blinked ..once..twice....she saw Cameron.....and heard>>

Cameron: I know your tired........and you want to go to sleep........I would if i were you......were it not for the fact that i have.....badddd....dreamsssss....

<< his voice so haunting and whispering>>

<< Morgan looked confused....as she turned ....Alison was gone....>>

ALISON!?

<< a voice>>: MORGANNN!

<< Morgan turned ...and there stood the bloodied , broken body of Foxfire>>

GASP!!!

<< Morgan jumped up from her seat>>

FOXFIRE!?

<< she looked around...Alison, Vivica and Cameron were gone...the room was dark...the skies were dark>>

Foxfire: Morgannnn....help meeeee!!

<< Morgan's icy violet eyes widened with disbelief...as she began to follow the body....down the hall. but as she came through the doors...the body was already all the way down the hall and going into an elevator!>>

NO!! WAIT!

<< Morgan ran...her high heeled boots click claking down the hall..as she got into the elevator...but there was nothing there but blood...and remants of her old costume..as the elevator SUDDENLY TORPEDOED down...down down down....until it SLAMMED to a stop..and the doors open as Morgan fell out into ...THE BIO SYSTEMS LAB of MysTech!>>

UGHH!!!

<< she slowly stood up...still in her outfit she had worn to the meeting..as she looked around....slowly. the lab was darkened..with haunting blue concealed lighting ...and random blinking from machines and fiber optics. the haunting hum of energy flowing throughout the lab...>>

<< the voice>> Morgannnnn!!

FOXFIRE???

<< the blood...on the floor....seemed to lead to the stasis chambers..she followed along...and made her way to the cryro tubes....where she found Foxfire....on the floor...slumped over and the sound of crying in the air>>

FOXFIRE! I'm here......I can help you..I...

<< she reached for Foxfire ...who suddenly turned to face her....and her eye sockets were empty...her eyes had been gouged out!!>>

Oh GODDESS!!!!

<< she put her hand over her mouth and staggered back>>

Foxfire: Black is ALIVE Morgan.....he's got me...and he's coming back for you......he will get you Morgan...and he'll kill you..just like he killed me!

Morgan: NO!! Black is DEAD!! I KILLED HIM!!

<< she turned around around...as she felt a presence behind her>>

Black: oh but i got BETTER you witch!....and now i got YOU!

<< he grabs her.....bringing for his SWORD of Anger....as he is about to stab her in stomach...she screamss>>

NOOO!! LET ME GO!

<< she panics..and unleashes a ballistic BLAST of eldritch force....at the same time...she violently reacts in her chair in the executive suite....screaming...as she jumps out of her seat....flailing her arms as thunder BOOMS in the suite...and an eldritch chime sounds off..still in the dream..not quiet awake>>

Alison: MORGAN!!! << she quickly turns and gestures...FREEZING Cameron and Vivica with temporal stasis as she quickly gets up and grabs hold of Morgan trying to calm her>>

MORGAN!! WAKE UP!! WAKE UP!! YORU DREAMING!!

<< Morgan FINALLY snaps awake!>>

NO!!! GET AWAY!!!

<< Alison holdsd her>>

SHHH!!! Morgan its alright..it was just another nightmare.....you're okay!

Morgan: No Alison..its not just a nightmare...its ...something ELSE....I FELT her..i FELT my sister..and Black! when he touched me..i felt the SAME PAIN as i did a year ago..when he FIRST attacked me in Europe!...but..he CANT be alive.....I..KILLED HIM!

<< she looked over at the frozen Cameron and Vivica>>

I cant deal with them. I have to get out of here!

<< she pulls away from Alison and rushes out of the room. Alison ...confident that she froze them BEFORE they saw what happened....composes herself..and tidys up the area on her end of the table before sitting down..and releasing them from temporal stasis>>

Alison: Mr. King, as you and Miss Victoria discussed...you will resume specifications for your fashion/media campaign for Parthenon tommorow. I have you all set up for an 11 o clock appointment and have already called your Limo around. We thank you for choosing Illustra for your needs and Miss Victoria is looking forward to seeing you again!

<< Alison quickly summons two escorts to bring Cameron and Vivica down the main floor as she herself quickly leaves to find Morgan. Unknown to Alison..though she had frozen them...Cameron's mind's eye was able to witness the entire scene.....he now knew that Morgan and Alison were NOT ordinary women by any means.....but how would he tell Vivica what he "saw"? as Alison left...cameron was left to process what had just occurred>>

 

[Black Widow]

Haleigh closed her folders and put them away, stopping to groom herself in her compact. She looked at her classy Kenneth Cole watch, nearly an hour had passed since they'd begun driving, it was already 10:15. They were finally pulling up to the curb outside Illustra. She undid another button to her black button-down, exposing just a tad of cleavage, and leaned forward to speak in her driver's ear.

"About Fucking Time."

She said coldly, with a distinct pronunciation on each syllable. The ride wasn't so bad really, but Haleigh was never in any mood to mosy about, she was sorely impatient. She stepped out of the vehicle, as the Liquid Crystal Images equipment van pulled up behind her.

"Come, James."

She said briskly as she looked around, sizing the surrounding up. Everyone was acting like it was cold, all bundled up. Haleigh wore a floor-length jacket, but it was open, where people scurying by looked like eskimos.

These ingrates don't know cold.... if they want cold, they should be power sprayed with icy water and then lay on the stone floor in a drafty warehouse in the middle of Russian tundra wearing nothing but a thin t-shirt and military issued cargo pants.

Hell, it was only in the thirties here.... but Haleigh wasn't bitter about being held captive. The photographer walked on her left, as they entered the building in front of them. The way she strut into the lobby, you might think SHE was the model that owned the company. Haleigh never lacked in confidence. She spoke to the receptionist herself, as her eyes fell upon the same large picture of Morgan Victoria that Cameron King had looked at earlier that morning.

"I'm Haleigh Davidoff, with Liquid Crystal Images. Miss Victoria is expecting me."

The receptionist looked up the name, then rattled off the floor that Morgan was on and the one where the shoot would be held. she called someone over to escort Haleigh and james to their floor, as Haleigh seemed fixated on the picture behind the desk. but it wasn't because she felt something from the woman, as Cameron had... Haleigh was dead sure she'd seen that woman before. Somewhere.... and since Haleigh normally worked only in CI, she became suddenly aware that the fact that Haleigh recognize her from somewhere was very dangerous. She snapped back to reality, holding up her hand to deter the young man who had just ask them to follow him.

"I don't need an escort, thank you. I can press the button in the elevator myself, I'm a big girl. Please go instruct my crew on where they are supposed to set up the equipment. Let Miss Victoria know that I am here and I'm on my way up."

She said firmly, walking past the man and pulling out her mobile phone as she made her way to the elevaters, her coat billowing behind her as she strutted, leaving the young man stunned.

"Jennifer? Run a background check on the name Morgan Victoria. I want to know everything about her and everyone she ever associated with. I want to know more than the government knows about her. I've seen this woman before, and I want to know more. Hey, just a hunch, but cross reference with Valiant. Get me some pictures. Thank you."

She stepped into the opening elevater with James hurrying to catch up. He made a comment about how she just turned on the afterburners, and she just gave her usual smirk, with her back to him as she pressed the highest button.

 

[Spellbinder]

haunted

<< Morgan was now in one of executive wash rooms of Illustra...still on the highest floors of the sky scraper>>

<< this was hardly your average "restroom"...it was more like a cutting edge parlour room with all sorts of amenities....>>

<< there was an eerie silence in the dimly lit parlour room that was illuminated by concealed soft pink lighting...with elegant foliage that "sprayed" from art deco floor pots to soften the edge of the decorum>>

<< Morgan splashed mildly warm water on her wintery face...as she exhaled....trying to allow the haunting images and the feelings she got from her nightmare to flow out of her. it only worked slightly>>

<< as she stood over the marble face bowl.....she looked at herself in the crystaline mirrors....she was nothing like she used to be...merely a shell of the woman she was...and now on "auto pilot". The tremendous feelings of guilt, despair and questions that raged in her mind were taking their toll..and for all her power...she could not find a way to alleviate her own suffering.>>

....what am i going to do!? << her icy soft voice echoed throughout the silent chamber>>

I cant keep going on like this......Illustra will suffer....and I cant allow this to ruin me..

<< she put her hands to her face and massaged her temples>>

Black is DEAD...i killed him. He killed Foxfire...there is no way she could be alive... not after what he did to her.

I NEVER shouldve joined Valiant....i NEVER shouldve allowed myself to think that i could use my magick to help those who couldnt help themselves. i was BETTER OFF when i was "The Most Celebrated Super Model" in the world.

<< and yet...that never really mattered to her either..the fact that fashion and style came to her naturally made it EASY for her to delve in the fashion industry...and that in turn helped her to push aside the memories of her FATHER who had betrayed her and tried to hurt her....she and her mother stood together and humilated him and drove him away...but she never forgot..never forgave!>>

<< she walked over to one of the large sofa's....and sat down...bent over slightly as she placed her face down in her cupped hands....>>

I've GOT to get myself together before that muckraking wench Alexis gets here...if she see's this..she'll have a field day with suggesting im a washed up "has been" or "strung out on drugs".

<< the door slowly opened...and Morgan bolted up right...and stood up...taking aim...ready to release an eldritch bolt>>

Alison: easy Morgan!! its just me!... << she came closer..slowly as Morgan relaxed>> are you okay honey?? i've never seen you react so violently to one of your nightmares.....

<< as they both sat down...Alison looked over at the tired Morgan>>
I've taken care of Cameron and Vivica...they saw nothing...they know nothing...and they will be back tommorow! Haliegh as arrived early.....she's setting up on the 50th floor in one of the crystal media rooms...if you like i can send her away.....

Morgan: no...its okay Alison. I cant break .....i cant let this crap ruin me...or Illustra. << she looked over at Alison>>....Alison....the nightmares..they arent just dreams...i can see..and FEEL everything in these dreams....its almost like...they are warning me....telling me that not only is Foxfire still alive..but SO IS BLACK!

<< the lights in the parlour room flickered....as did they flicker and fluxuate all through the building....and around the city....something was amiss as the skies seemed to grow slightly grey>>

Alison:...Morgan......something is wrong. I can sense it. Your nightmares....the storms....and this fluxuating power...somehow its all connecting. i cant exactly say how..but it is. I can sense it....and i am a seer....its only a matter of time before i can figure it out....but in the mean time.....watch yourself. DONT go out in public unless you have to...and please stay in contact with me at all times. I know you've got power...and lots of it...but youve been under such strain lately...i just dont want anything to ..happen to you.

<< Morgan's icy violet eyes locked with Alison's cobalt blue eyes...Alison was more than a mere executive assistant and operations manager..she had become Morgan's trusted confidant both in this business and in the world of the occult. She had been introduced to her by Karen...at a dinner party years ago...and when she returned to Illustra following Valiant....it only made sense to hire her on in a position where she could best help Morgan get through this time>>

Morgan: Alison.........i've NEVER been at such a point of recession in my life.....and i DONT LIKE how i feel...weak and ravaged..this ISNT me!.....but having you here....being able to be at my best or worst in front of you and not worry what you think....it means alot to me. Your valuable to me MORE than for what you do for Illustra....thank you..for everything.

<< the women hug each other...>>

Alison: Thank YOU Morgan....your mother helped me out so much when i learned that i was a Seer and sorceress...and when she introduced me to you....it was the best thing that ever happened to me. Whatever is looming on the horizon....we will get through it together....i got your back..i promise.

<< as they hugged...the power flickered once more....and there was an eerie growling sound....almost as though something was displeased...but they assumed it was merely the plumbing system of the building reacting to the fluxing power>>

Morgan: << as she pulled back from Alison..and wiped tears from her face>> well...how do i look?? << she got up and primped in the mirror..checking her face, hair and eyes...and adjusting her outfit>>

Alison: <<smiling>> girl your fabulous. your still the personification of "Icy Elegance" now lets get down to the 50th floor and wow this bitch Alexis...she's lucky Illustra would even allow her on the premesis...considering who HER father is.

<< Alison was referring to Alexis Chandler-Quatermaine, the daughter of the infamous Cardiac surgeon Adam Chandler...who was involved in a grotesque scandal involving the murder of a woman and theft of her child for illegal stem cell research....>>

<< Morgan and Alison do a quick hair check..and both turn on their heels with style and poise as they walk out of the parlour room together...and as the doors shut........a shadowy figure flows in the crystaline mirrors......flowing out of the parlour room shortly after them>>

<<Morgan and Alison make their way to the private express elevator and jet down to the 50th floor.....making their way to one of the crystal media rooms...where Haleigh Davidoff is setting up>>

 

[Black Widow]

Haleigh is forced to grab the railing of the express elevator as it shudders and stops. The lights dim, flicker, and then go out for a few seconds before coming back on. The elevator makes a few groaning noises before it hums back into service and Haleigh stands back up straight, her eyes locking with the photographers. Her expression is not one of shock or alarm, however, but one of inquisitive nature.

"Can you explain why a multi-billion dollar enterprise is experiencing electrical issues?"

James:"Yeah, kind of strange...."

"No. Not strange. Wrong."

She says matter-of-factly, as she loks up and watches the numbers on the elevater change as they ascended to the fiftieth floor. Her feeling of impending doom had only gotten worse all day. It was becoming irritating, actually. She stepped out of the elevator and went straight for the media room wher ethey would meet Miss Victoria. Maybe seeing the woman in person would help jog her memory. She sets her briefcase down and pulls out the folder on the shoot, as Morgan walks in behind her and the photographer gives a loud gasp.

James:"MORGAN VICTORIA!"

He walks over the her and takes her hand, kissing the back of it and bowing his head respectfully. "I'm honored. James Evanko at your service. Please tell me I will be photographing YOU today."

Haleigh turns around, hiding the irritation for his lavish response as she buttons the bottom of her pinstriped blazer and walks over herself.

"James, I do believe the crew could use your help unloading the equipment."

She says, rather coldly. If he didnt get a grip on reality she'd likely murder him once they left the building. Her eyes are locked on Morgan, trying to search her face for familiarity... she was still waiting on her assistant's information. She introduced herself without offer to shake hands. She didnt shake hands. ever.

"Miss Victoria.... I'm Haleigh Davidoff. You were probably expecting my colleague, Miss Alluisi. She's out of the country and has been delayed. I'll be taking over for her. I feel like I know you. Have we met before?"

James:"Of course you know her... this is Morgan Victoria.... quite possibly the most celebrated model ever."

Haleigh turns her head slowly to look at James. The look she gave him would likely kill if anyone knew looks could... but Haleigh saved those murdering looks for when there were no witnesses. James got the idea, and left quickly, as Haleigh turned her attention back to Morgan. She remembered Cassandra's advice, and offered the women a fake smile that was more chilling than anything. Haleigh emanated the feeling that she could look right through your eyes into your soul. Even though she was looking slightly up at Morgan... she was very intimidating to most people.

 

[Persephone]

:: Pushing her chair away from her desk, Alexis stood, immediately smoothing her white skirt out. Picking up her purse and brief case, Alexis huffed dreading this interview. Walking around her desk and out her office door, Tracy immediately followed suite. ::

Tracy - "The car is already downstairs Miss Quartermaine."

:: Waving her hand in a "I could care less" manor, she shrugged off Tracy and made her way to the elevator. She hated this woman -- her work ethic was pathetic. But after the last 5 assistants quit, this was the only woman who actually has stayed for longer than a month. ::

:: Stepping into the elevator, Tracy followed quickly behind her. Placing both her purse and brief case down, she pressed the "Lobby" button and leaned back. ::

Tracy - "You're ex-husband called about 15 minutes ago Miss.."

:: Alexis nonchalantly cut Tracy off. ::

"Which one?"

:: Stumbling, Tracy grabbed her work book and flipped through it. ::

Tracy - "Uhm...Mr. Jax, ma'am."

:: Letting a small chuckle escape her lips, she shook her head softly. Her golden locks tumbled down her firm chest as her head moved gently from side to side. ::

"Ahh...and what did the king of self-importance want today? More money...?"

:: Tracy of course not allowing a laugh to pass her lips nodded to Alexis. ::

Tracy - "Yes...he wanted you to give him money. He said that you owe him for his hospital visit....something about a vase and his head?"

:: Laughing, Alexis picked up her purse and brief case as the elevator door opened. Walking out, she headed for the revolving glass doors seeing her limo parked outside.::

"Ahh yes...tell him to piss off and take it up with my lawyers."

:: Climbing into the limo, Tracy followed suite. As the chauffer closed the limo door, Alexis sat back and glanced out the tinted window. Something about these past couple of days hadn't sat well with Alexis....the wind blew oh so coldly this summers afternoon. Watching the clouds roll by, she fell into a deep trance. ::

- - -

:: Finally the limo arrived at Illustra Inc. The quick jolt of the limo stopping shook Alexis out of her day dream. Parting her lips, she picked up her purse and opened it grabbing her compact and pink shimmer lip gloss. Applying it perfectly to her pouty lips, Tracy climbed out of the limo grabbing Alexis' brief case for her. Closing her compact and throwing both it and the lip gloss into her purse, she zipped it shut and climbed out of the limo. ::

"Lets get this over with."

:: Placing her purse on her shoulder, she made her way into Illustra's lobby. Walking up to the busy receptionist on the phone, she tapped her finely manicured nail on the table. ::

"Excuse me. Hi. Yes, I have an meeting with Morgan Victoria. So please, do your job and get me up there. Thanks a bunch."

:: Waiting a few moments as the receptionist did her job, Alexis finally was escorted to the elevator. Walking in, she pushed the button and awaited until it made it's way up to their destination. ::

 

[Prophet]

« Cameron was utterly and completely shocked. It was as if he was frozen in time. He couldn't move and he couldn't see, buth is mind's eye allowed him an almost arial view of the entire incident. The rumors were true. Morgan Victoria was the infamous Spellbinder. She was a witch. It made sense now. Why he couldn't read her or Alison, who was obviously a practicioner of magick as well. He saw the pain and anguish on Morgan's face as she seemed to be terrified by something going on in her mind. Cameron only wished he could venture in and see what was taunting her. This was a very different Morgan Victoria. He had seen pictures of Spellbinder. She was fast, furious, vicious and strong. This woman seemed to be a shell of what she once was. Before he could think anything else, he was unfrozen and told that he would be meeting with her tomorrow. As they were ushered quickly out of the building by Alison and into the elevator, Cameron couldn't even begin to put into words what he had just seen, or how to tell Vivica, but he did his best to try and make her understand. He turned to her as she pressed the Elevator button, completely dumbfounded. »

Cameron: Ok, please tell me that I am not the only who thought that extremely weird. I mean the entire meeting was just nuts.

Vivica: Something was definitely going on there Cameron. You know me.. I don't forget anything.. and unless I somehow lost my powers, I am missing the last few moments of that meeting. I looked at the clock and then suddenly it was a few minutes later. Could you detect anything?

Cameron: Well.. actually I saw something. You know those rumors about Morgan that she was a part of the Mutant Team Valiant, under the name Spellbinder? Well, I think we were like frozen. Alison did something to us, we couldn't move or anything, but I could see what was happening with my powers. Morgan went into some kind of nightmare type of thing. She had power. She is Spellbinder! The Witch!

« Vivica eyed Cameron, and began to go through the fortress that was her mind. She retained everything she knew. It could be the perfect weapon against Cameron or his savior. Suddenly, she dawned on something, and her eyes widened. »

Vivica: Oh, Cameron, you're absolutely right! Right before I lost time, I sensed something extremely weird going on and it was coming from Alison! She was doing something.. I felt like I was being prodded by her, and then I lost time.. I think we just broke through Morgan Victoria's secret identity.

« In his own mind, he went over the events again. If Morgan was indeed Spellbinder, he had wondered why she had left, and even more so, how he would handle her. Certainly, Alison would have had to figure out that both Vivica and Cameron were mutants. Would she consider them friend or foe, and in Morgan's current state, would she think that they were sent to destroy her? This whole media campaign was becoming something completely different, but tomorrow there were going to be no games. He was a business associate, and he didn't like being frozen and manipulated. He would go in tomorrow and tell Morgan just what he had seen, but for now. He needed a drink. He looked at Vivica and winked. »

"Come on, I will buy you a drink, and I will show you what happened so you don't forget..."

« So off Cameron and Vivica went to the Rainbow Room for a drink. Cameron would be able to show Vivica what had happened by channeling what he had seen into a premonition and channeling it through Vivica's body, because he knew that Vivica had to see things to believe them, and boy she would see this. »

 

[Spellbinder]

<< looking down at the young man and smiling at him as she nodded, Morgan understand that he was very excited to see her in the flesh and it had been a long time since she had been anywhere to be "recognized". it reminded her of the whirlwind that her life used to be. she was snapped out of her light day dream by the sound of Haleigh's voice.. Morgan recieved Haleigh with grace...though she was a bit cold....even to the touch>>

<< in an icy voice>>: welcome to Illustra Ms. Davidoff. <<shaking her hand>> This is my executive assitant and ops manager, Alison. << Alison, who was standing by Morgan's side nodded to Haleigh>>. Liquid Crystal Images is the most reputable and cutting edge photography studio on the east coast....and Illustra ONLY deals with the best...so I am pleased to have you hear.

I trust that you were greeted courteously upon arrival and that this media room will allow you and your stuff sufficient room to work?

<< she paused when she heard Haleigh's question about possibly knowing her from somewhere>>

<< Alison was listening intently as well>>

<<in an icy voice>>: When Illustra was owned and operated by my predecessor, they worked various photography studios...I do not recall ever having had a shoot presided over by Liquid Crystal and last year..i spent the majority of the year in Europe...<<pausing before she revealed too much>> on sabbatical from modeling.....

<< she stood slightly posed as she looked upon Haleigh who seemed to have such a "fresh faced" vitality about her.....Morgan's own countenance was very composed..yet very cold.>>

Alexis Chandler-Quatermaine, of Tempo Magazine has not yet arrived....but she will be interviewing me while you preside over the photo shoot. We can then go over which images to use for the cover and the spread for the interview.

<< looking out of the large picture window of the media room..Morgan shifted on her legs a bit..>>

I must touch up quickly before we begin...if you need anything Alison will provide you with assistance. I shall return shortly.

<< Morgan nodded and smiled.....turning on her high heeled boot as she left the media room and went down the hall to private parlour to touch up for the interview and shoot>>