Issue Sixteen -- A Normal Life
Chapter One
Of course, it was The Summit.
After everything she'd already been through, Starling Chase found herself standing back in the lobby of The Summit hotel. This time for her actual work. She had just finished meeting with the first lady of Warden City in regard to the huge bridal expo she was organizing. Where else could such an event be held, other than the extravagant conference rooms concealing a supervillain's hideout.
It had been almost a week since her encounter with Dominion at the power plant, and until today she had done a fairly good job of not thinking about any of it. Even then she tried to push such thoughts from her mind, but as she crossed the luxurious atrium to have the bellhop call up a cab, she felt as though she could almost hear Dominion and Tom Danvers muttering beneath her very feet.
The redhaired reporter was dressed sharply, as you would to meet the mayor's wife. She wore a dark navy blazer, with a white and blue striped turtleneck. Below that was a respectfully knee-length pencil skirt, the color of butterscotch, under which she was wearing dark navy tights which disappeared into a pair of matching heels. Her crimson locks were pulled up and back, in a meticulously styled bun.
I wonder if mom ever organized anything like this expo?
She wondered. The mayor's wife cut a rather dynamic figure, stylish and charismatic, but could she have held a candle to Sara Chase (Kane?) in her prime?
I wonder what mom was even like back then? Gosh, I can't believe I've never really checked the archives...always too focused on what happened after...
"Excuse me, miss..." a sudden voice pulled Starling from her thoughts. She paused starting to turn. "...but didn't I see your tits on the internet?" Instantly her high-boned cheeks turned as red as her hair, and a rush of embarrassed anger rolled through her.
"I beg your incredible pardon?" she began, only to have any other words die on her lips as she came face to strikingly-handsome-face with Pierce Ashton.
"I thought it was you," he said, dashing smile playing across his lips. "Sorry, of course, I couldn't resist..."
"
Thought
it was me?" Starling gasped. "What if it had been someone else?"
"I dunno, don't always think that far ahead," he shrugged.
"Of course not," Starling swallowed, trying not to notice the impeccable cut of his pinstriped suit. "You are something else...nice to see you Pierce." She turned to leave, trying to will the blush from her cheeks.
"Hey wait!" he said, grabbing her forearm.
The reporter snatched away from his grip. "What?"
Pierce recoiled at the ice in her tone. "I, uh, haven't seen you in a while...I just thought..."
"You thought?" she cut him off. "Trying something new then?"
He grinned, couldn't help but to. "I mean, how are you? How have you been?"
"How have I been?" Starling glared at him for a long moment. "You mean since being labeled a gold-digging whore by the media and having naked pictures of myself posted all across the internet?"
"Err," his grin disappeared. "No, that's not exactly what I meant..."
"Oh well, then what exactly did you mean?"
"Uh I mean um..."
"Uh um!" she cut him off. "Because the last time we talked you were intently not giving a fuck about my very public humiliation!"
That last bit came out a bit louder than she intended and Starling realized that everyone in the lobby was beginning to notice them.
"Yeah, kind of a jerk move," Pierce admitted. "Look I guess I'm just used to that kind of thing."
"Don't sweat it, Pierce," she replied. "But then why would you? Wasn't your tits... have a great life!"
Again, Starling turned and headed towards the bellhop. A little thrill tickled through her stomach, had she really just told off Pierce Ashton? In the lobby of his own hotel?
Gawd that felt good!
She thought to herself and signaled the bellhop. He turned to face her.
"I need a cab, plea..."
"Mr. Ashton, your car will be right here," the bellhop said looking right past her. "Can I get you a beverage while you wait?"
"No, no, I'm fine," Pierce said as he came up beside Starling. "Uh, do you need a ride?"
"Not from you," she replied, scanning the drive for a cab.
Seeing one near the end, she started to wave for it. Pierce grabbed her arm again, and this time clamped down when she tried to pull away.
"Alright, hold on just a damn minute," he said, locking her emerald eyes with a stern gaze. "Maybe I deserved that back in there, I can be insensitive and self-centered...and you may not be a gold-digger, but do you have any idea how many people look at me with dollar signs in their eyes? I have to keep my guard up at all times!"
"I never saw a single cent when I looked at you, Pierce," Starling said. "And I don't want to break through your guard anymore, I just want a cab so I can get back to work...now let go of my arm."
"I know all that...now," his grip tightened just slightly. "And now I just want to make up for being such an asshole." He let go and Starling snatched her arm away. "Don't get in a dirty cab you'll have to overpay for, come with me and let me give you a luxury ride back to your office. It's the least I can do."
On cue, a long black Towncar rolled up the drive, gleaming like it had just come through the wash. The bellhop rushed over and opened the back door.
"Sir, your car!"
Pierce held up a hand, as a smile, somewhere between smug and sincere, spread across his face. "Please?"
Starling looked from the dingy yellow cab, to the gleaming sedan and back to Pierce. "Fine."
She strut past him and climbed into the car, making sure to slide all the way across to the far side. Pierce gave a few quick instructions to the bellhop, before getting in, Starling couldn't make them out. The Towncar was not quite a limo but it wasn't an ordinary car either. The back seats faced each other, and there was a divider between them and the driver. Pierce climbed in, taking the seat diagonal from her, letting the bellhop shut the door. Starling stared out the window as the car pulled away.
"You look good," Pierce said after a very brief silence. "Got kind of a sexy secretary thing going on."
"Golly gee, Pierce, thanks..." she smarmed, not looking over.
"Ok, no compliments then," Pierce murmured.