Chapter 154: The Director
"Ma’am!".
"What?!" she hissed, snapping at the agent who jumped a little at her voice.
"It’s the Director Ma’am" he said holding a transparent iPad
Barbra froze as her one good eye widened in shock, pure fear gripping her insides, she shivered turning to face the agent slowly.
"What did you say?!" she asked in a shaky voice, hoping and praying she heard wrong.
"It’s the Director ma’am" the agent repeats, turning the iPad to face her.
Barbra gasped in panic but it was too late as the video call went through, it ca up, revealing a handso young man, around his late 40s but still looked like he was in his 30s, breathtaking with his looks.
His skin paled almost like the moonlight, his lips a lighter shade of pink, his eyes an icy green color that held danger and wildness, his hair blond and silky, gelled backwards. He was seated in an office just by the first look of it, it looked expensive. He was on a white long sleeve shirt well ironed not s single wrinkle, the buttons undone revealing his paled hard ton chest.
"V-Vincent" Barbra said in a shaky breath.
Dr. Malia beside her practically just drooled at the man that looked like a goddess, she quickly put on her glasses hanging around her neck just to make sure she wasn’t seeing things.
His moist lip pressed in a small smile making him more dashing.
"Barbra" he said in a soft tone that held coldness.
Barbra gulps hard, why now? After years of staying in the shadows.
"My gosh Barbra what happened to your face?" he asked in a tone of worry but everyone across the room could read it was fake.
"Nothing," Barbra said with clenched teeth.
"Obviously it can’t be nothing... A ghoul maybe?" he said in amusent leading back against his white leather chair.
"Or one of your failed experints" he added.
Barbra flinched at his words.
He ticks his tongue.
"My sweet Barbie, I’ve told you many tis, if you want resources for dissecting ghouls, I’m the perfect man to ask" he said huskily.
Barbra growled at the nickna, it has been years and she still hated the na, it was like ants crawling up her skin whenever she heard it.
"What do you want, Vincent?!" she snaps, not ready to put up with his sick dilemma.
"Now now Barbie is that anyway to speak to your elder brother" he said as his lips pressed in a thin line, resembling a frown but didn’t taint his handso features.
Malia’s mouth dropped at his words, Barbra Jones has an elder brother?
"I apologize brother
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