thepiecesofme (thepiecesofme) wrote in xswaplogs, @ 2015-09-03 08:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | remnant [white queen] |
[ Remnant ]
Who: Emma Frost
NPCs: A business associate on the phone.
When: Thursday, September 3rd; 9:00AM
Where: Xavier's: Emma's Room
What: Emma has received a phone call from one of her business associates and she's not pleased at all.
Rating: PG-13
"Em, you've got to take this seriously."
Emma sat slumped over on her suite's couch, one hand holding her cell phone to her ear and the other hand against her forehead as if trying to shade her face from the sun. She wasn't saying anything to the voice on the other end of her phone. Instead, she was clenching her jaw together and trying to decide if she should cry or scream. Neither seemed like a very good idea at the moment, but those were both on her top five list.
"Emma, are you listening to me?!"
"Yes, Mark. I'm listening," she replied coolly. There was almost no emotion in her voice at all. It was habitual for her to shut her emotions down when things went to shit. Emotions only got in the way of being able to do what you needed to do. "What do you expect me to say?"
"Just tell me it's not true."
She leaned back up and took a deep deep breath, trying to focus on what he was asking her. What did he expect her to say when everything he was hearing was true. She was a mutant and she had been seen in the presence of other mutants. She ran her free hand through her hair and sank backwards into her couch.
"Em?"
"Yes."
"Is it true?"
"Does it matter?"
"It sure as fuck matters! They know if this goes public, you'll either have to leave or watch the company crash and burn. Nobody's going to want to hold stock in a business ran by a goddamned freak."
Her associate's last statement dug deep and she looked as if she'd been struck across the face. She tried not to let it get to her, but something deep inside was starting to crack. She'd kept her mutation a secret for such a long time that she thought that she'd made it past this point. Instead, she was finding out that her personal life was slowly becoming fodder for the rumor mill. Her sexual escapades hadn't been enough when she admitted them and wasn't ashamed. She told the old assholes that she was "a strong, empowered woman" and didn't give a fuck what they said.
"Em? What's going on? Emma?"
She'd been quiet for too long. "I'll get back to you, Mark." He tried to argue with her that she needed to address the situation, but Emma just shut him down and hung up the phone. She wasn't sure what she was feeling at that moment in time. She felt absolutely numb. She ran her hand through her hair again as she stood up from the couch and made her way toward her small liquor cabinet. Emma busied herself with pouring a drink and tried to focus on just staying as calm as she could. If someone could see her now, they would see the hands of this normally calm woman starting to shake. Everything that she'd work so hard to achieve was beginning to crumble right before her eyes. What was she supposed to do about it? Every avenue that she thought to take seemed as if they ended in disaster. Emma sipped on her drink and just tried to focus on what she needed to do in the immediate moment, but everything was swirling around in her head all at once. She was going to be offered a great buyout, she was sure of that, but money wasn't what she really wanted. She enjoyed the power and status that it all gave her. It was more than money alone could possibly offer.
"Mother fucker!" Emma was finally able to put her frustration to words as she raised her glass to take a sip, but, instead, slammed it into the mirror in front of her. It shattered, the mirror shattered, and the shards of glass dug into her hand. The alcohol stung as it seeped into the cuts, but Emma was relieved to know that she could still feel something after the numbness had taken over inside. Blood was practically running down her fingers before she reached for a towel and wrapped hand in order to try to curtail the bleeding. She could go down to the infirmary and get herself patched up, but it wasn't Emma's style to show others when she was weak. Once things settled in her head, she'd just shed her skin and hope she could heal that way. It might take a couple of times before she was free of injury, but it was better than letting someone else see her like this.
With her stony exterior shattered, Emma finally allowed her emotions to sink inside. She leaned her head against the wall and began sobbing. Everything that she had built up was about to be destroyed. Her entire life's work was going to be lost to the greed that she had cherished for most of her life. It was a fitting end to something that had grown out of her hate for her father. She had taken everything he loved and now they were doing the same to her. The cycle was continuing and there was nothing she could do about it.