A knock at the door. Soft. Polite. A few seconds pass before it slowly creaks open, letting the light from the hallway inside the otherwise dark room. A man in a suit walks into the room, gently closing the door behind him once he enters. He flicks a switch on the wall, flooding the room with light.
Suited Man: Ms. Christina. It's seven in the morning. Time to wake up.
One of the top floors of the world tower is where the world leader lives. It can only be accessed by elevator with a special key, to prevent normal people from stumbling into it. It's a large home. But it's not too large. It's fancy and professional, but still cozy, as all homes should be.
Current world leader Christina lies in her bed, her eyes fluttering open once the lights are turned on. She sits up and pulls her blanket off before enthusiastically jumping out of bed and stretching.
She's pretty tall. At least 5'10". Despite her height, her head is quite small. She has somewhat narrow eyes, making her look angry most of the time. Her blonde hair is well kept, and extends down to her elbows. She has symmetrical freckles on her cheeks. And she likes to wear fake nails.
Christina: Thanks, Timothy. You can wait outside until I'm ready.
Her assistant, Timothy, nods and steps outside. Christina enters the bathroom connected to the bedroom to get ready. At least thirty minutes pass before she steps out of the bathroom. In that time she showered, brushed her teeth, and tied her hair up. She doesn't wear makeup. She feels that it's too feminine for her sophisticated appearance. Fake nails are an exception to this however. Her long hair is styled into a bun, but she likes to keep two bits of hair hanging off her head on both sides. It adds a little extra to the look.
She spends a few more minutes getting dressed. She wears the same type of outfit every day that she works. She does have multiple of the same outfit to keep from washing it every day. The outfit consists of a long-sleeve black t-shirt with a thin white jacket around it to look more professional. Along with this, she wears black pants with black shoes.
The door opens and she soon steps out. Both her and Timothy begin walking to the dining room for breakfast.
Christina: Alright. Tell me what's on the agenda. How much work do I need to get done?
Timothy: Right uhh… Well we took care of that Dean Jeeves kid yesterday. If all went well with that, he should be on his way to the bad part as we speak.
Christina: Great. I don't care about insignificant stuff like that. What's really going on? Stuff that I actually need to do? I don't have time for miniscule things.
Timothy: Of course sorry. In other news, the representative of the powered people has requested another meeting with you.
Christina: Denied.
She says it before Timothy can even finish speaking. Her voice is firm, somewhat irritated, and annoyed.
Timothy: Ms. Christina, with all due respect, don't you think continuing to decline their requests like this will have major drawbacks down the line?
Christina: And what type of drawbacks do you think could happen? Be serious with me. What do you think they could do?
Timothy: Well for starters, they do have superhuman abilities. If they were to rise up against us, do you really think we'll be okay?
She laughs.
Christina: They can try. And they wouldn't. I know that they won't.
Timothy: But… What makes you so sure? Surely that can't be afraid of you.
Christina: And I don't expect them to be afraid. I just know that they won't.
Timothy stares at her in confusion as they reach the dining room. He pulls out a chair and pushes it back in once she sits down. He then hands her a napkin and pours her a cup of coffee.
Timothy: Oh there was another requested meeting. They didn't state a name or reason for the meeting. They just said they needed to speak with you. They claimed you would know who they were?
Christina: I just might. Did they say anything else, or was that all?
Timothy: They referred to you as stubble freckles. It was clearly just a jab at how the freckles on your cheeks make you appear to have a stubble. I will inform them that their request was denied due to their insult.
She closes her eyes in annoyance as she takes a sip of her coffee.
Christina: I know who it is. Despite how much I despise speaking to him, he only requests meetings when it's important. Tell him that his request was approved.
Timothy: I-... Y-yes ma'am. They requested to be seen at 12:00, which would interfere with your schedule. Is that okay?
Christina: Yes, that's fine.
The clock ticks as usual. Breakfast is served and eaten hastily. Paperwork is done. Meetings are held. It's not long before 12:00 arrives.
Christina sits in her office, staring fiercely at the door, waiting for him to walk in. The lights of the room are off, leaving only the windows behind her desk to illuminate the room. Her hands are held together and she sits up straight as the door opens.
The man that walks into the room is roughly the same height as her. He stepped into the room with a carefree stride. His hands are in the pockets of his unzipped black hoodie, revealing a blank white t-shirt underneath. Like Christina, he is also wearing black pants and shoes. He's smirking with his eyes closed as he comes in. His face is very round, and he has big round eyes, almost like Dean's. His black hair is neatly parted down the middle, flowing down the sides of his head, but never passing the ears. Once he reaches Christina's desk, he disrespectfully leans forward, resting his chin on his crossed arms which lay on the desk. He looks back up to Christina with a scummy attitude.
Man: Waddup bitch?
Christina: What did you come here to discuss, Leon?
He stands up in an overly dramatic way, walking around the chair while looking at her over his shoulder. His eyes are drooped. His smirk never fading.
Leon: Come on, don't be like that. You know I'm only here 'cause I got something important to say.
Christina: Something regarding your "plan" I presume?
She raises an eyebrow while doing air quotes when she says "plan". Leon grins and closes his eyes, mocking her voice as he lifts up a finger.
Leon: "Something regarding your plan I presume?" God can you be more of an infuriating bitch? Acting all high and mighty like you weren't a love struck little puppy in the past. At least then you respected me. Now… You're just pathetic.
Christina: That was sixteen years ago. We were kids. I was letting off steam. I don't feel anything towards you now except disgust.
Leon: And fear.
Christina: What could I possibly have to fear?
He sighs dramatically again. Throwing his arms up in disbelief.
Leon: Oh boy let me think. Maybe the fact that I said I was gonna kill you. And that I am perfectly capable of doing so.
Christina: You're blinded, Leon. You fail to realize that almost anyone can bring you to your knees. You think so highly of yourself to the point you consider yourself god.
Leon: Yeah yeah yeah talk talk talk. And we both know that I can erase you from existence with a snap of my fingers right now. But oh let me guess, you probably think that I would've already done that if it was my intention, right?
Christina: Not at all. You see, Leon, you're the only person on the planet who hasn't changed since you were a kid. You're still immature. You like to have fun. If you were gonna kill me, then you would let me fight back first. I do have some suspicion that now is that time, but I can't be sure.
Leon: Bitch.
She narrows her eyes, looking tired of this conversation.
Christina: How many more times are you going to throw that word at me like it has any effect?
Leon: Wait wait wait! Hold on! Where's the clock in here!?
Christina: It's… Just above the door you came from. Why?
Leon: I just wanna know. Am I not allowed to know the time or something? Jeez. Why are you always so boring dude? Lighten up a little. It's not like disaster is around the corner.
She stands up.
Christina: Enough! Do you have something you wish to discuss or not!? I am very busy today, and you being an irritating child is a waste of my time!
He groans.
Leon: Jeez louise. Sit your flat ass back down. Just relax. Let's keep talking for a bit.
Christina: No Leon. You need to leave. I don't have time for th-
He quickly cuts her off.
Leon: Dean Jeeves. He's been causing some trouble lately, huh? Heard he killed a guy. It's tragic really. If you want I can take care of him for you.
Christina: Enough changing the subject. I'm trying to teach you to be respectful and you're acting like a child. But I don't care. You can do whatever the hell you want with him. It's none of my business after all. But what does he even have to do with anything?
Leon: He has portal powers, correct?
Christina: That's what our sources told us, yes.
Leon: So how powerful do you think you have to be to create a portal like that?
He points towards the window with a sinister look on his face. Christina turns around and gasps, putting her hand over her mouth as she steps back, stumbling over her chair.
Christina: H-how…
Leon walks around the table, stepping in front of her. The light from the windows backlights him, making him look threatening.
Leon: Isn't that just nuts!? Who else could that have been other than Dean!? He's the first portal user we've seen in years! Crazy right!? You'd think there would be more of 'em! But nope!
She grinds her teeth before grabbing him by the collar of his sweatshirt, pulling him close and staring furiously into his eyes. She speaks with utter anger in her voice.
Christina: What did you do?
Leon puts a hand over his chest, looking offended yet amused.
Leon: Me!? The distrust you have is unreal! You were with me the whole time! My chest certainly didn't glow, did it? How could this have possibly been me?
Christina: I know you did something, Leon! Is this your plan!? Just to overwork me and act like a dick!?
He gently pushes her away. He steps back to the front of the desk with wide arrogant steps, his hands folded behind his back.
Leon: This is a big deal now, huh? I'm assuming Dean isn't just a small fry anymore, is he?
She stands there, slightly hunched over, clenching her fists as she struggles to control her breathing and anger. Leon's stuck up attitude doesn't help in the slightest.
Christina: Get the hell out. I'm done with your shit.
He whips around, looking even more amused as he puts a hand over his mouth like a jerk. His voice is a higher pitch at first when he speaks.
Leon: Goodness me! World leader Christina, where on earth are those manners of yours? I am just a humble civilian being treated with such unfair cruelty! Perhaps I should report this act of villainy. But… oh no. I couldn't do something like that, for I'd be arrested or killed wouldn't I?
Christina: Can you shut up?
Leon: It really doesn't take much to tick you off, does it? You wanna talk about people changing? Talk about yourself. You're still a little girl with anger issues. You're just pretending like you know what you're doing, aren't you? Deep down, you just want to go back to those good old days.
Christina: Enough! You can't just come in here acting like a piece of shit and tell me about how Dean Jeeves is some super powerful mastermind! I know you had something to do with it, Leon! You're gonna tell me everything!
Leon: Okay okay fine. I'll give you something. I know how you can get him, where you can find him.
She looks hesitant. Her anger yelling at her not to listen, but she has to, knowing that it's her only option.
Christina: How? Where?
Leon: Hold your horses there missy. You gotta wait before I tell you.
Christina: How long?
Leon: A few weeks. And don't even try to look for him yourself. I'll be making sure you don't find him.
Christina: And how do you plan on going about that? Hm?
Leon: You know exactly how I'll do that. Now be a good little girl and sit patiently. I'll be back with your information. See ya! Wouldn't wanna be ya! Smell ya later!
He salutes her and bows before heading towards the door. She stops him.
Christina: Wait.
Leon: Oh? What is it now? Do tell.
Christina: Why this random kid? Why do you care so much? What is he to you?
Leon: What kind of person would I be if I didn't care about my little baby brother?
He quickly walks out the door. Christina's eyes widen in disbelief. She slowly sits down, staring at the door. Her mind races with thoughts and questions.
Christina (Inner): What? Brother? How? When? How am I gonna deal with this massive hole? Shit.
She looks back up towards the door, one of her fists clenching.
Christina: It's only a matter of time now, isn't it? What is his plan?