More of Gia's, Post 3. Yeah . . . I got bored at work and wrote.

After these three days and another just to sleep and clean her bathroom of the vomit, she mustered enough energy to face Andrew with a straight face. Josie had been thinking and was prepared to face him now, she had a plan. Risky maybe after his ranting that had left her so immobile, but the result would be worth it.
For once when she arrived at his office she was let in immediately instead of waiting for ages with his pretty little, unknowing receptionist. Someone was kicked out of the room swiftly the moment Josie said her name to the woman behind the desk. “Hmm,” she said watching the man get dragged out, “I could get used to the special treatment. No waiting, definitely a nice change.”
“I told you,” he said eyeing her from his chair arms propped on the rests and hands folded over his middle calm and cool, “this is not the normal assignment.”
“Abnormal for me, or your umpa-lumpas in general?” Josie was prying tentatively, nervously. Not that it showed on her face.
The man’s eyes squinted just the slightest bit, but nonetheless he answered, “I’ve never given an assignment like this. Nothing has ever been this important.” He sounded suspicious now, not a good sign, she had hardly pressed. But still, it would be worth it . . .
“Well then,” she said walking closer to him, “I suppose you’ve never given out quite the reward for one of your projects like the one you’re going to give me, huh?” She eyed him sideways, trying to keep from staring at the crack in the wall her body had made a few days ago. Why hadn’t he patched it yet? It made her a bit sick with memories.
His head rolled back as he laughed, calm and in control yet again. “So that’s what this is about?”
A frown afixed itself to her brows.
“You usually never stay to chat when I give you a job, you just glance through the file and leave. The change had me a bit surprised, but it was nice as well. You can be so very drab and boring in your little routines. Like the repetitive speech.” He said this last part with a hint of aggravation.
“I am the way I am, not my fault I’m best suited for this,” she said gesturing to the enormous folder on the desk. Grief it was huge, much larger than anything else Josie had been given before.
“True, true,” he said easing back into his chair with an amused smile. “So you stuck around longer to negotiate your prize. Splendid.”
Josie forgot from time to time just how incredibly observant Andrew was, he took note of every last facial twitch and eye flicker of every person he knew in his brilliant mind. He didn’t have a photographic mind so much as an overall memory for every last detail. It was remarkable. He had already figured out how to twist Josie’s own thoughts; he knew it, she knew it. Now just to keep her mind her own long enough to get what she wanted. She could do that.
Right?
“I didn’t think you would be excited to hear my request after,” despite her effort she stuttered over the following words. Damned memories. “After last time.”
Andrews eyes flicked to the impression in his wall and they sparked with delight. “Honey dew, you have a lot of thinking to do before you get me figured out.” He looked back to her with demented glee on his face. “I quite enjoyed our last get-together. The new wall decoration was a big improvement from all of your other visits.”
Ah, so he was keeping the wall the way it was for some uncanny decoration and proclamation of power. Should have seen that coming. “Forgive me if I don’t intend on adding to your décor. I just want to talk.”
He nodded, “Perfect, I love a good banter.” Andrew leaned forward and rested on his desk, an eerie happiness in his eager smile.
“If I do this for you-”
His smile snapped off, “You will.”
She sighed, “Yeah, what are you going to do for me?”
The grin that coated his face sent a shiver up her spine. “Making me speak first, ay? Clever girl. Too bad I run the show here, you tell me what you want and we’ll go from there.”
Josie stared at him for just a moment more than she should have, her heart raced and her confidence sprinted from her. Andrew had that effect.
Speak. Try! Don’t you dare give in now! she was screaming to herself. “I want the man that killed Anton.”
Slowly his head tilted and his eyes squinted to examine her, but his knowing smirk stayed. The silence that passed made Josie’s palms sweat and breathing shake just the smallest bit. Curse him and his power over her, each moment made her realize he really was slowly coming to own her. Damn it! Hell with you! Why can’t I be normal around you? No one could ever manipulate me the slightest inch, but you? You toss me around like a yo-yo. “Well,” she blurted out in a higher pitched voice that showed off her near terror of his control. At least there was no more of that unbearable silence he adored making.
This time he chuckled, low and more mocking. Sinister almost. “Deal.”
Josie’s entire body lit with amazement, she jumped, her eyes expanded, eyebrows pranced up, and her lips parted a touch. Andrew proceeded to roar in laughter. Deal? He couldn’t have actually said deal, it was him. “What?” She was whispering.
“I said ‘deal,’ my dear. You do this right and you do it as fast as you can the first time, I give you the man you want. That’s generally what a deal is, all parties involved in a negotiation getting what they most recently said as a compromise.”
She blinked back to reality and flushed, both in anger for letting him see her like that and the underlying lingering feeling of shock. “Fine, great, good. Deal.”
Andrew held out his hand and eyed her with a sheer look of giddy dominance on. Josie couldn’t hold back the sad sigh as she shook his hand unenthusiastically. She grabbed the folder and headed to the door. Wait, I need a guarantee. It was a good thought, she needed security that she would get what she wanted once she was done. Her head snapped back to him. “I want proof.”
Andrew glanced up from the work he was already busying himself with, a bored look on his face. Mood swings was an understatement. “Beg pardon?”
She came back and stood right in front of his desk with determination. “I want something written, something that says our deal is solid. So you won’t back out.”
“You actually think I would back out,” he said condescendingly.
“I think you serve your own purposes, not mine. I want something tangible to prove that you agreed.”
Now he was glaring again. “You’re annoying me again, Josephine. My word is true and definite, I will not cheat you.”
His voice was the tone it had been the last time she was in this room before she had been smacked around like a doll. She had heard it before but the consequences of her actions towards him had left an imprint on her this time. The pain. And worse the giving in. “It wouldn’t be hard, just a few words and a signature. Simple.” She couldn’t believe she was reasoning instead of demanding, so unlike her.
He groaned and put his head on the desk. “I don’t have time for this now, Josephine.”
“I wouldn’t take long.”
The glare he affixed on her sent a shock through her.
“Fine,” he hissed. “Angela, get in here,” he said into his phone. The receptionist trotted in on her high heels.
“Yes.”
“I need a contract, cherub. Saying that when Josie here brings fulfills her current duty I will give her the man who murdered her fiancée, but in a lengthier, more elegant way. I’m fed up and leaving the creativity to you for now.”
She giggled flirtily. Everyone knew she was in love with Andrew. “Of course, sir. The Ricochet Group should be arriving soon.”
He rolled his eyes. “Thank you, I know,” he growled aggravated.
Little miss took her cue to make a quick exit.
“Be grateful I have clients coming in, otherwise you would have a fractured jaw right about now.”
She didn’t doubt it. “I wanted my proof.”
He rose and bile ran up into her throat. Shit. “I am a man of honesty, get that through your skull or else I will crack it open and rearrange your thoughts myself.” Josie could feel his breath on her face he was so close. She gulped hard and remained silent. The blonde came back in and Andrew signed the paper without taking his eyes off Josie. “Take it and get out, before I change my mind and beat you senseless.” She left.