2Kyanna nearly sprayed her Sobe™ Life Water all over the table after she laid eyes on the number of zeroes on the paper she was handed.
It was a lot, for the record.
"¿Qué carajo? This is...for a year?" the Latina woman wondered aloud. The [rather voluptuous] woman sitting across from her merely smirked, chuckling softly.
"A quarter year, actually," she corrected, adjusting her designer mirrored sunglasses, "I pay my personal staff very well, Mrs. Delrio-"
"Oh...it's just 'Miss', actually." Kyanna twirled a lock of her hair, a little bashful at the thought. She'd been doing some T'ai Chi before this meeting, and her hair tended to retain a bit of the curl from the braids she kept them in when working out; over the years she'd picked up the nervous habit of toying with them when someone tried to flatter her...or when memories of a certain bastardo were brought up. "...it's a long story."
"I'm sure it is. However, I'm hoping that my offer will serve to help in that regard somewhat. ...you have a son, yes?"
Her inner tigress immediately tensed up. "...so what if I do?"
"Oh, do calm down, Miss Delrio, you have nothing to fear; your cousin who works at my resort often speaks highly of you and little Patrick-"
"Philip."
"Semantics. She's mentioned numerous times that you are struggling to make ends meet and provide for little Pablo, and I couldn't help but notice that you're quite a talented stylist, if my niece's PictarGram account is to be believed." The woman chuckled again, her business causal bun wobbling a bit as she nodded, "And, as you'll eventually learn about me, I'm a woman of discriminating tastes. Or, to put it another way, I desire only the best." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on a pair of napkins she'd set up explicitly for that purpose. "Working for me as many additional benefits aside from a decent income.~"
Kyanna wasn't sure how to interpret the way Mrs. Brooke, as she'd introduced herself, licked her lips after she said that.
Esta mujer parecía más sospechosa cada minuto...
"...what kind of 'benefits' are these?" she asked, trying to keep her tone neutral.
"Oh, just some little things: access to some of my estate's high-quality facilities, a token of appreciation for good service every now and again...private time with yours truly.~"
OK, now the puta wasn't even being subtle anymore.
"Just think about all the money you could put towards little Parker's future education, his health, welfare...I might even be able to introduce you to some rather influential people in the entertainment industry if you'd like to indulge in that acting hobby our yours- your cousin, before you ask." She tipped her glasses down, finally revealing her vibrant, olive-green eyes. "I just need your confirmation that you'll accept my offer. So what will it be, Miss Delrio?~"
This had to be a dream, that had to be it: she'd had one pina colada too many and this was her mind trying to occupy itself until she woke up and the hangover kicked in.
Dios mio, I didn't even get a sitter for Philip tonight!
"Um...I know this is going to sound weird, but...could you pinch my arm?" She held her left arm out, palm up. "I need to confirm if this is a dream or- Aii!"
She hadn't expected Mrs. Brooke to simply pinch her; she'd expected at least some hesitancy.
Also, props to wherever this lady got her nails manicured...
"I can assure you, this isn't a dream," she assured the Latina mother (who was now rubbing her arm where it had been pinched). "So what will it be, Kyanna Delrio? I don't make a habit of repeating myself, so if you're not going to say yes, then let me know now."
fin.
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And what will Kyanna decide? ...iunno, I don't really have any plans to continue this scenario. Anyway, I think I'm going to take a break from these HuniePop one-shots and work on some RWBY ones again. I'll probably return to the HP well in the future, though I don't know exactly when. For now, it's time to decide what piece of RWBY fanart I'm going to adapt into a fanfic next.