[ OT ] Sunday Free Write : Leave A Story , Leave A Comment - End of Camelot Edition

Besides the receptionist sitting at her desk, Iris Fox sat alone in the sparsely decorated waiting room. Cool white LEDs illuminated the glass and concrete architecture of the room as the receptionist's constant typing was the only thing breaking the silence. 
 
 Iris ran her fingers through her long black hair as she fixed her suit and tie. One might argue the outfit looked too masculine, but the impeccable tailoring that outlined her slender figure and her attractive facial features usually overruled any further critique. 
 
 The receptionist stopped typing abruptly and a blank expression appeared on her face as she stared into the distance slightly above the computer hologram. She slowly turned her head to the side as if to hear a whisper then turned to Iris, 
 
 `` He will see you now.'' the receptionist said flatly, a blank expression still on her face. She continued typing as Iris stood up and walked through the sliding glass door. 
 
 Inside, floor-to-ceiling frameless glass windows of the corner penthouse office afforded a commanding view of the rainy city. A thin minimalist desk, and two chairs on either side of it were the only furniture in the room. Iris looked around the empty office and turned to exit but stopped as she sensed another presence in the room. She slowly turned around to see a man in a suit standing behind the desk, admiring the rain. 
 
 Iris walked up to the desk and saw a slightly bloodied dagger and a sheet of paper with nothing but a red wax seal and a drop of blood on it. She looked up at the figure. 
 
 `` That's not yours.'' the figure said, still admiring the rain. 
 
 Iris looked back down at the desk, the dagger and paper no longer on it. 
 
 `` I'm here to close out our agreement.'' Iris said. 
 
 The figure turned and took a long look at Iris, then looked away, eyes squinted and lips pursed in thought. 
 
 `` If it's any consolation,'' the figure began, `` I may have a job for you.'' 
 
 The figure paused and looked back at Iris. 
 
 `` That requires you to keep it.'' 
 
 Iris tried not to show interest and she was partially successful. 
 
 `` What's the catch?'' Iris asked. 
 
 `` Heh,'' the figure chuckled, `` after everything we agreed to and everything that's happened to you since then, you're still afraid I might undermine you somehow? I've tried that before and it does n't work out for *anyone*.'' 
 
 Iris thought about this for a moment. He was right. Everything that she had requested in their contract had come true or come to fruition without any detrimental effects. Or at least effects that she could reckon first hand. She did n't care otherwise. 
 
 `` What's the job?'' Iris asked. 
 
 `` How much do you know about death?'' The figure asked, taking a seat. 
 
 Iris squinted her eyes in thought, 
 
 `` Well, it happens to everybody.'' Iris answered. 
 
 The figure gave her a smirk. Iris noticed this and slowly took her seat, her interest slightly piqued. 
 
 `` Have you heard of Thana Capital?'' the figure continued. 
 
 Iris shook her head. 
 
 `` They started as an investment banking firm. Since then they've diversified to other industries; mainly the pharmaceutical and the aerospace/defense sector. Their CEO?'' the figure paused and looked at Iris, `` Is Death.'' 
 
 The figure sat back in his chair. Iris slowly did the same as her mind raced. 
 
 `` Death. As in..'' she said, her voice trailing off. 
 
 `` Yes.'' the figure replied, `` He approves departures.'' 
 
 `` So what do you want me to do?'' Iris asked. 
 
 `` I need you to infiltrate his company and gather any information on how to... postpone departure.'' The figure said, `` Preferably indefinitely.'' 
 
 `` That seems a little altruistic.'' Iris said, a tone of cautiousness in her voice. 
 
 `` The body you see is merely a vessel,'' The figure explained. `` It ages and when my time is up, I randomly inhabit another and believe me, I've been a suicide bomber, child soldier, or a starving person in Africa more often than a person with access to clean water and a goddamn toilet. This billionaire CEO before you, is one of the best vessels I've been in and I'd like to keep it.'' 
 
 `` Why is it a requirement that I keep my... you know,'' Iris asked, patting her chest. 
 
 `` Because Death is the only one there without one. He'll know if you do n't have yours.'' The figure replied. `` Unlike here, all of his workers are normal people, oblivious to who they're *really* working for.'' 
 
 `` What's in it for me?'' she asked. 
 
 `` Besides the potential for immortality, I'll give you whatever you want after the job is done, no payment required.'' 
 
 `` Well after the last contract, I already have everything I want.'' Iris replied. 
 
 `` I'm sure you can figure something out before then.'' 
 
 Iris crossed her arms and stared out of the windows at the rain, contemplating the offer. 
 
 `` I'll do it.''
