After my transmigration I had a lot to discover. For one, there were my magnetism powers and two, I was basically the same person in both worlds.
In my previous life, I was young when Casper found me and made me his attack dog, but I chose a different life this time.
In a world with superpowers there were definitely options, but even the thought of being a hero gave me explosive diarrhea.
Nor did I want risk my life again being a villain, so I chose the middle ground. I became a hired villain.
Not an easy job, but someone has to do it.
I reached the fifth floor and passed some offices and assorted plastic shrubbery before reaching the end of the hall, where Lacey’s office took up a full corner of the floor.
Another sleek black desk that looked like polished onyx pushed out of the wall and had a woman seated behind it.
"Ava," I greeted Lacey’s secretary with a smile as I walked past her.
She looked up, dazzling me with a smile. A set of glasses like a visor wrapped around her eyes, likely one of Razer’s newest products.
Her hair was short and styled back in a bun, everything about her tight and crisp like she measured her hair with a ruler.
Her smile was professional but with a touch of real warmth that was nice to see. "Miles! Excellent. I’ll let Ms Lacey know you’re here."
Ava rose smoothly, her skirt riding high along her thigh as she vanished through the door, leaving my in the foyer.
I shrugged, sitting down, knowing how long I waited would entirely depend on Lacey.
And I wasn’t alone.
I felt a pair of eyes watching me intently.
I looked to the side to find a young woman in one of those uncomfortable leather chairs beside a table with some out-of-date magazines.
She looked professional, sitting there in a tight fitting and spotless white dress, and over that a grey blouse and a heavy but expensive looking jacket.
Strange in itself, because it was pretty warm in the building.
Her hair was bone white and the sort of style you didn’t see outside of Mad Men reruns. Her hands were folded on her lap, her whole figure radiating a tension and weird intensity.
Especially her eyes, the clearest blue I’d ever seen, and which were staring right at me.
"Hi," I said.
"Hello. You must be Miles."
How the hell did she know that? "Uh, yeah."
She beamed, her pale face lighting up. She was pretty cute when she smiled, I had to admit. "It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Glacia."
"Oh," I said uncertainly. Weirder and weirder. "Cool."
I rocked back in my seat, the silence growing heavy. Damn. I’d never been good at small talk, but much to my relief to door soon opened and Julia stepped out, smiling.
"Ms Lacey will see you now," she said.
I rose gratefully. "Thanks. Nice meeting you," I said to Glacia.
"You too," she replied with a bright smile.
Geeze, I could feel her eyes drilling holes into my back as I moved past Julia and shut the door behind me.
Lacey’s office matched her perfectly. Huge yet imposingly empty, the only furnishing was a couple chairs in front of a desk before a glass window from which she could – and often did – look down with contempt upon the world and the people scurrying in it.
Shelves swept along the walls, filled with strange cultural artifacts and doodads like voodoo heads, and pieces of warped stone art that were probably worth more than some small countries.
But Lacey wasn’t gloating at the window, nor even lurking beside her desk.
No, she was on an exercise bike, and in nothing but a leotard.
That was the other reason I disliked visiting Lacey’s offices. Not that Lacey was unattractive. Far from it.
Her firm, powerful figure had the subtle but clear muscles of a gymnast, flexing with every pump of her legs on the pedals.
The real problem was I was seeing her like that at all. Lacey was a blatant exhibitionist.
She loved to show off her body and make people uncomfortable. Power moves, she called it with a complete lack of guilt or even hesitation.
Well, either way, it was a pretty damn good view.
Sweat gleamed across her thighs and in the valley of her firm breasts.
Her chest bounced as she rode the bike, her brown hair tied back, her eyes hidden behind a pair of mirrored glasses.
Her panting breath came rapidly from her exertion, but the exhilaration of her exercise was plain as day to see.
Beautiful, confident, deadly, that was the head of PR for Razer Industries. The woman who managed a hundred of the top superheroes and their sponsors.
Lacey Davenport.
I cleared my throat when it became clear she wasn’t going to be the one to greet me. "You wanted to see me?" I said.
"Just... a second... phew!"
She straightened on the bike, her feet stopping their constant pedaling, the motor humming as it slowly died with inertia.
Lacey pushed back her hair; her stomach visible against the tightness of her leotard as she gestured at me. "Here, toss me that towel."
I glanced at the chair near the desk with a towel draped on it. "You know, I could have waited for you to finish," I said, even as I did as she’d asked.
"Oh no! I couldn’t leave my favorite villain outside like that," she said as she caught the towel and wiped her face.
Sighing in satisfaction, she draped the towel over her shoulders and got off the bike. "Please! Sit. We’ve much to discuss."
I did as she recommended, watching her.
Anyone else would have taken a seat behind the desk in the imposing chair, but Lacey wasn’t anyone else.
Instead, she sat down on the edge of the desk, inches from me, smiling in a way both menacing and enticing.
"There we are. Now, first off, excellent work with Fire today." Lacey tilted her head and brushed her finger across the desk.
With a hum, screens all along the wall came to life, their blue glow showing my ’fight’ with the blazing heroine from a dozen different views. "It’s blowing up all over the web. A superhero fight during the game was genius."
It was her idea so she was practically patting her own shoulder.
"Thanks?" I said. "But I doubt you called me here just to say that."
"See? That’s what I like about you, Miles," she said with another winning smile, leaning forward as if just daring me to look down her tight top and at the valley of her firm tits.
"You’ve got a brain in that head of yours. Mmm. And a body built like a demigod. Would you mind if I felt your muscles a bit?"