06-09-2013, 01:33 AM
*the next day*
Zehira escorted a man up to Charles' office and left him with the secretary, glancing back at him with some anxiety. She disliked foreign agents and was happy enough to leave him.
Alexei Rodchenkov smiled warmly at the woman behind the desk. "I'm here to meet with Mr. Endeavor, if he's available." His voice had a very thick Russian accent, though to look at him one wouldn't know his origins: With skin the color of coffee with just a little cream and dark brown eyes, he didn't resemble his fellow countrymen.
Of course, this was fine by him.
I stare at the girl in the mirror: T-shirt, torn up jeans, no beauty queen.
But the way that you see me, you get underneath me, and all my defenses just fall away, fall away.
I am beautiful with you, even in the darkest part of me. I am beautiful with you;
Make it feel the way it's supposed to be!
You're here with me: Just show me this and I'll believe I am beautiful with you!