Contract With The Devil (For Tiefblau)

Juliet Crawford:

AFW Human Resources wrote:Hello, Miss Sunderland. Yes, this is AFW Management. We must inform you that complications have arisen from your contract. Please meet us at 3 PM on Tuesday at the head office to discuss these details.

Red painted finger nails tapped on the surface of the well polished oak desk, the steady train of taps echoed in the silence of an empty room. A pair of black high boots crossed themselves, hiding the wearer from view from the front entrance of the office. The nameplate, pictures and other knickknacks the desk had were swept aside and half haphazardly dumped on the red carpeted floor. A pink haired woman with long pig tails leaned back in her chair, her fingernails tattering the desktop while she looked at her mobile device with her other hand. Her grey eyes flickering from one spot to the next as her thumb nimbly swiped the touch screen left, right, up and down. Juliet Crawford, the Billionaire, Philanthropist, Playgirl, sat at the head managers desk at AFW. Juliet wore a black blazer, with a white shirt underneath, a red plad skirt and black designer Italian Leather boots she had got in Prague with silk red-laces. Other than her boots, it was hard to see Juliet as something other than a punk wannabe rockstar. Yet, here she was flipping through her phone like a self important teenager. Her eyes glanced to the side, eyeing the sacrificial lamb this sorry organization offered.

AFW Rep.:

They had insisted that they send one of their representatives to confirm with Heather Sunderland about the situation. Juliet had to confess that her name was lost on her, she couldn't remember if it was 'Mika' or 'Misaki' and had renamed her Office Girl. Office girl was plain looking, in her grey suit and those trembling legs. She looked so mouse like standing there at the ready with her clipboard attached to her chest, like a rodent caught in a mouse trap and in the gaze of a feline predator.

Her eye turned to Trista who lay on the leather couch to her left. The woman lay on the two-seater, her legs dangling over the arm of the sofa. Her 'lucky' hat placed strategically on her face to block out all forms light. Her arms draped over her stomach while the other hung off the couch. It was a wonder why her body guard wasn't fired by now. She could tell that Trista had another night of drinking too much and gambling away whatever small fortune Juliet had provided her. Trista had a rather interesting get up, Juliet was ecstatic that Trista had decided to go for a cowgirl type of look. As much as she scolded Trista, she liked her. Trista had an easy way of convincing people to like her. It was that lazy smile, those easy sea green eyes and the things on her chest called breasts. Juliet watched them rise up and down as her employee slept on the job.

Trista:

Suddenly, the phone would beep to her left and Juliet pressed one red nail polished index finger to hold the speaker button.

"It's Heather Sunderland, Si- I mean Ma'am shall we send her in?" The female voice said.

"Right away." She responded. "Also have one of the interns bring up some coffee and some cake for the four us. I'm famished."

Heather was admittedly quite a bit concerned when she heard there was some sort of issue with her contract. She hasn't had the greatest of luck since she's returned honestly. She was involved in quite the rivalry at the moment and completely all her attention was on t hat. It was quite the unpleasant surprise to her to hear that she was being called up to the head office. She took a deep sigh, dressed currently in a purple silk button up shirt, a black choker, black baggy pants with a dark purple belt, and her black boots. She stretched herself out a bit as she walked before she met with the one who'd let her in. She tapped he foot a bit, tilting her head as the worker informed the one on the other line of her arrival, Heather a slight bit impatient before finally she was allowed in to the room.

She opened t he doors, heading in to first notice someone sleeping on the couch, then 'Office Girl', then finally Juliet her was sitting on her desk with her boots up on it. Heather blinked a couple times, unable to comprehend the scene in front of her eyes at first, clearing her throat loudly. "So, what's this? I'd like to sort this out as soon as possible...though I was expecting management that I recognized.." She let out, eyeing the stuff that had been discarded and pushed onto the floor, trying her best to understand exactly the situation that she was in.

"...What kind of 'complications' am I dealing with here? There shouldn't BE any problems."

"Well you see there's new management for you anyway." Juliet said moving her boot to one side, to glance up at Heather. Putting her phone on the table as she sits up. "Care to explain office girl."

"W-well yes... as you know Miss Sunderland AFW has wrestlers sign contracts every year." The Office girl chimed in. "It was during the time that your no trade clause policy has... expired. During this time, we umm..."

"Out with it." Juliet scoffed clearly running out of patience.

"We sold your contract!" She said wincing as she glanced up at Heather and then Juliet. "To Miss.... Juliet Crawford. She will be your Manager unti-"

"Until I sell your contract or render it void. " Juliet smiled up at Heather before treading towards her step by step before standing face to face with her. "That means until I say so you will be working for me, got that?"

"...Excuse me? New management for me? The hell does that mean?" She glared back and forth between Juliet and the Office girl, crossing her arms in frustration. Her foot tapped impatiently as the circumstances were explained, Juliet getting the Office girl to finally spit out all of the details. Heather blinked, stunned at what she was just told, speechless at first. There was no way she could believe that that would suddenly happen--especially now at all times.

"..WHAT?!" She yelled quite loudly, stomping her foot hard before seeing Juliet get up and start heading towards her. She grit her teeth, her fists nearly shaking in the position she was in before Juliet got face to face with her. Heather glared through the girl, fuming quite a bit on the inside that something like this could happen. "Well SELL IT BACK! I don't have the time to renegotiate all of this! Are you--I-I just came back!!" She knew all that she would have to go through to 'quit' and re-sign with the company--all the time she would lose through this.

"Kh..What the hell do you want with me. You sure as hell better LET ME do as I please and finish taking care of the problems that I currently have."

"I'm sorry Miss Sunderland. I'm just the messenger and the reason they sent me is cause they don't want to open a dialogue between you and them." The office girl backed away as she meekly looked away from Heather. She didn't really know what to say as she was neither the management nor really had much to do with Heather's situation.

Juliet smiled as she grinned at Heather. "Working out a new contract would take some time, time you can't afford to lose as I understand it. My legal teams will contact your lawyers and that process will take months, hun."

"Even if you were able to win against my elite lawyers by the time, you do. Our contract would expire anyway and all that time wasted, time you could be pursuing one of those pieces of metal." She pointed at a replica of the wall which had all the Champion belts AFW had to offer, glistening gold from polish.

Juliet's smile vanished as she grinned ear to ear "Now that you know the leverage I hold over you. It should become clear that I can cancel all your matches and force you not to enter the ring for a long, long time. So you listen here... You better do what I say. I am the hand that feeds you! I'm your mistress now."

Heather was nearly chewing on her lip as she heard Juliet just hammer more and more in t he news that this was indeed final. Heather didn't have the time nor the patience to waste working out a new contract. This was an incredibly rough situation for Heather at the moment. She clenched her fists, eyeing those replicas of the belts--all of which she's never been able to touch yet. She looked down at the ground as her heart pounded hard, squirming around a bit.

Finally she looked back up to Juliet, not knowing what to say but concede to the girl who now seemed to hold her career in her hands. "Ngknh.....I-I understand.." She wanted to curse and yell at her, but she knew that she could totally ruin her at the moment. "J-just..I..make the one request..of not messing with my matches with Claire and Asuka...Please...I-I NEED to take care of that. That matters to me more than the championship right now."

"Good, glad we have an understanding." Juliet replied as an intern came by placing a silver tray with a picture perfect white cake with on the desk. Another intern came by bring plates, silverware, cups and a metal teapot of coffee.

Juliet said nothing in response at Heather's request. Instead, she skimmed the side of the cake with her finger and brought it to her lips. She frowned at the taste but shrugged as she cut herself a slice.

"I hate coconut..." She muttered as she set the slice on her plate before setting it to the side.

"I'll be honest." Juliet said pouring 2 cups of aromatic coffee, one black and the other with 2 cream and 1 sugar. "I think you should distance yourself from them, especially the Garland girl. Did you forget? Despite what they say, you'll always risk fighting 2 on 1. They're even trying to bait you in don't be stupid..."

Juliet took a sip of her cup of coffee, leaning against the desk. The other cup of coffee seemingly dissappeared.

Like magic, Trista had the other cup of coffee and raised it in a toast. She was sitting on the couch relaxed, legs loosely crossed.

"Aww... come on Julie. All ya need is some faith" She said tilting her lucky hat on straight. "It's Heather Sunderland we're talking about here. She can take on almost anyone at AFW and come out on top. Besides... this here wrestling business is as much about egos and reputation as much as it is about bashing skulls in. Heather's rep won't hold true if they can humiliate her friend with impunity."

"Impunity... that's a fancy word." Juliet scoffed unable to deny her reasoning.

"Been hanging out with fancy folk." She said as she took a sip of coffee before giving Heather a wink. "Besides, I'm here. If Miss Sunderland needs help which I don't think she does, I can step in and we can show them what for and all that."

"You forget yourself... that last part only applies if you're sober."

"Oh bless your heart Juliet." She said downing the rest of the coffee as she eyed the bottom of her porcelin cup. "You know I'm never sober."

Heather nod her head reluctantly at her words, but she was visibly frustrated that she said nothing of her request. She gurgled out a bit, gritting her teeth before seeing the interns come up with cake and the coffee. She blinked at the sight a couple times, wondering how long this first meeting would end up being.

As Juliet poured the coffee, Heather thought the second cup was for her. She just eyed it before hearing her words. "I can take care of myself when it comes to that. I've got things handled. They're both going to get it and I'm going to make sure that Claire regrets messing with me..whatever the hell sort of problem the girl has with me." She said, gritting her teeth hard.

She looked back to the coffee--noticing it missing, blinking as she heard those words from Trista. She jumped a little, turning to the girl, a slight blush on her face at the compliments that she was giving her, heightened by that wink. She cleared her throat, trying to shake her blush, not wanting to be blushing in a situation like this--just letting the two discuss this between eachother before finally Heather was able to chime in again.

"This little sitcom episode between you two is nice and all but, like I said, this is my problem. I'll worry about it. This happened before you came in and stole my contract from under me. Don't--mess with it." She huffed a bit, pouring herself coffee without saying anything more, popping a few sugars and creams in there before sitting herself down on the couch near Trista, sipping at it.

"You act as if you have any say in all this." Juliet said coldly as she sat up on the desk, looking down at Heather with a critical eye. "I own you Heather Sunderland like a pet dog. The only difference is that a dog is smart enough to not disobey an order."

She let the words ink in as she locked eyes with her before continuing.

"Once I took your contract, I inherited your problems too. You don't know how dangerous Claire is! You can seriously get hurt..." There was an edge of concern in Juliet's voice before she added. "... and that would mean I wasted a lot of money investing in order for you to lay in a hospital bed for a few months."

Trista blinked as she looked at Heather sit beside her, she looked down at her clothes. She wondered where Heather Sunderland kept her wallet. Trista just couldn't picture Heather to be a purse girl, back pocket maybe? She hardly pick-pocketed anymore but it was a habit hard for her to break. With the amount of money Juliet threw at her, she hardly needed to steal. Still, Heather was a superstar at AFW, she's got to have like... above average dough right? Trista snapped, realizing she stared a second too long.

"Uhh... sorry, love." Trista said with a practiced grin. "I'm just a little startled that you're much more attractive in person. I just couldn't help but admire the goods."  

Juliet flashed Trista a warning look which Trista looked away from. However, Juliet could see the white glint of her teeth as she grinned as she tipped her hat down feigning embarrassment. After a brief moment of silence, Juliet had enough and gave a resigned sigh.

"Alright." Juliet said crossing her arms and then crossing her legs. "I'll let you have your stupid match but with THREE conditions."

Juliet held out her three red nail polished fingers in front of Heather.

"THREE, Like 1, 2, 3." Juliet said with a smug smirk. "Am I moving too fast for you dog?"

Heather clenched her teeth at those words, squirming around a little. She wanted to talk back to her, but she knew that she was right. She had no place in telling her that wasn't how it was or refusing the words that were coming out of her mouth. The girl owned her and there was nothing that Heather could do at the moment to change that.

"Tch..Damnit." She cursed under her breath. This was the exact reason she never got a manager of her own will. She absolutely hated someone telling her how to to about things and how to deal with her personal problems, clenching her fists tightly, her cup shaking a bit in her hand. "I'm GETTING that match with her. I couldn't care less if I have to get an unsanctioned fight with her in the parking lot or something."

She then looked over at Trista, noticing how long she seemed to be staring at her, tilting her head a bit. "The goods?" She clicked her tongue, sure she was thinking of her ass or something, huffing a bit. "No idea who you even are. Don't get any ideas"

She turned back to Juliet, just sitting there in silence before she watched her motion with her fingers, telling her that she'd have three conditions. "Tch..It's going to be more than one match more than likely..but fine. What are your stupid conditions to allow me to do what I have to do with Claire."