The Other Side of the Door pt1.

"Dammit!" Tyra yelled loudly as she realized she closed the car door leaving a portion of her trench coat hanging on the other side. "This is what I get for rushing..calm down girl..you can do this" She fixed her makeup in the rearview mirror. After taking a deep breath and counting to ten, she press the gas pedal and off she went. Tyra Morgan was an investment banker who recently won partner at a prestigious firm. She was born and raised in NY but graduated Suma Kum Laude at Spellman college. Usually, she was a conservative soul. Very precautious. Tonight however, Tyra was about to throw caution to the wind for the first time ever. As she whizzed by street signs, she recited his address in her head "567 Lincoln Place, 567 Lincoln Place." See now, this is where she is headed. Lets explore where shes coming from. Everything was so different a week ago. She was sitting at her desk, finishing up the Pertison file that needed to be handed in shortly when he walked in. Neelan Pertison stood a solid 6'3 at her door. She looked up and had to shake the thoughts that jumped into her mind quickly. "Excuse me? How can I help you?" she rushed, biting her tongue in the process. "Yes, you can help me in taking over the world, but for now, Im here to pick up the Pertison file." She looked at him again, this time with a discerning eye. "Whom might you be?" She stood up with the posture of a statue. She was used to being looked down upon because of her gender. Her aggressive eyes made him smirk. "I come in peace Mrs...um" He leaned closer to read the plaque on her desk. "Ms. Morgan. Dont shoot the messenger." Realizing that she may have come off a little too harsh, she laughed and told him to have a seat outside. "My assistant will be nicer than I am. Wait with her while I put the finishing touches together." With that said, the conversation was over, and she was still in control...or so she thought. TO BE CONTINUED.....