Frost International -Norman

[whitequeen]

Emma had her driver take her into the city to her building. Being CEO and a headmistress usualy didn't allow this busy woman a moment of spare time, but she had a few hours to get some work done away from her school office. Ofcourse this work meant she would be working in her work office that was on the top level of the sky scraper.

Ms Frost was rarely seen in the building and it sent everyone into a shock. The tiny receptionist's glasses fogged up as he saw Emma saunter into the glass building with her white stilettos clicking on the white tiles. Her white dress pressed perfectly and low enough to show just enough of the good and high enough to show off her legs.

"Ms Frost. What a pleasure." he stammered. Emma's cool eyes looked at him and scanned his brain for a name.
"Thank you Carl, have someone send up my coffee and the reports." she said in a presidential tone. The pawn nodded and Emma went up to her office in her steel elevator. When Emma got into her office, she took a seat at her swivel chair and took let out a heavy sigh.

[ayden6]

A hour earlier

"Oohoohoo...we get to see the boss lady today! What're you gonna talk about, Stormy Norman?" Spoke Norman to himself as he prepared to finish buttoning up his black business shirt. He was standing in front of a mirror, alone in his room; aside from the always present company of the Green Goblin. "First of all, she's not our boss. She's a business partner; a unique business partner indeed." He smirked as he spoke in his usual tone about the rather sensual way Emma Frost happened to dress. However, it was all generally part of her appearance and demeanour. The woman had a taste for the theatrics, and it was certainly refreshing to see. "Do I sense a hint of attraction there, Normy? Heh! Well, if you ask me, I'd be happy to redden those white lips abit; if you know what I mean.." Grabbing the tie off the armchair, he began to work the usualy routine over and around the neck. It was a black tie to match his black shirt; which was joined by grey pants and a grey jacket. "Sadly, I do." Finishing the tie, he grabbed the jacket and hoisted it around his upper body, before doing the buttons up formally. He was ready to go.

Present time

A black sedan pulled up at the front of the building. From the front passenger seat a large framed man opened the door and made his way to the rear of the vehicle. Opening the door, he stood aside, allowing Norman Osborn to step out. The man stood out, nodding to his assistant, before entering the building. The two individuals moved towards the receptionist, with Osborn doing the talking. "Good morning. Norman Osborn here to see Ms. Frost." Today wasn't going to be a normal business day...oh no, when you shared a mind with the Green Goblin; normal is thrown out the window.

[whitequeen]

Emma had just began to make some progress with dealing with her correspondants in England when she saw the flashing red light on her phone. She pressed her perfectly manicured nail onto the button of her head set and allowed her secretary to speak.

"What is it Miranda?" she asked in a curtly as she paced her expansive office. It was modern and very Emma Frost like. Built similarly like her school office, this one had a glass coffee table, two loves seats and a slightly larger collection of libations. This was called her sitting area while her desk, computer and other electronic goodies were all tucked away by the window facing away from the Boston skyline. Nothing but the best for Emma.

"There is a gentleman here to see you. He says his name is Norman Osborn. Should I let him up?" she asked. Emma knew that way the phone lines worked in here. The door secretary had to call up to the respective offices and Miranda was Emma's personal secretary.

"Sure let him up." she said while going to straighten up the files strewn on her desk.

[ayden6]

Osborn stepped into the elevator in the building, his guard wanting to enter with him. Osborn merely shook his head and grinned lightly. "No need, Terrance. Emma Frost is a lovely lady." Terrance nodded and waited in the foyer for his boss to return. Osborn stood silently in the elevetaor, but deep in his mind he was having another conversation with the Goblin. All the possibilities of this business meeting, all the advances in his work it could pull. It was times like this that Osborn was happy that the Goblin would let him do the talking. They had a very understanding relationship.

The doors of the elevator opened to a rather lavish office of Ms. Frost. His eyes drifted directly ahead, and there she was; the head of Frost Industries herself. He could not help but smirk at her rather unique appearance; the entire white get-up. Heck, if he didn't know any better, he felt a bit like the devil right now. Nodding to the woman, he took a few steps forward, ending the conversation with the Goblin in his head. "Good afternoon Ms. Frost. Pleasure to see you again."

[whitequeen]

Emma looked up from her phone and smiled polietly at the man infront of her. This was Norman Osborn and right now he was incontrol of his alterego- the Green Goblin. The blonde ice queen knew exactly how spilt his personality was and what it could mean for everyone in her building. If she even sensed that he would threaten her, she would squash that little gremlin into the very deep corners of his mind.

"Mr. Osborn, what a pleasant surprise. You are very fortunate that I came in the office today." she said while walking over to him. Emma made sure to keep eye contact, as men always liked it when she gave them her full attention.

"What can I do for you?" she asked gently.

[ayden6]

Norman Osborn kept tabs on many public figures, no matter how high they were. He also kept tabs on the people he worked with, and the companies that they controlled. When Norman Osborn went into business with Nathaniel Essex, aka Mr. Sinister; Osborn knew all about Essex and his little mutant secrets. Emma Frost, on the other hand, was a different story. Norman did not know she was a telepath and that she could read minds, what he did know was that she had her own boarding school that housed only mutants. He also knew that she played a role in the so-called Hellfire Club. Now, it would be easy to rat this out to the Friends of Humanity, but why would he want to do that? He was only publicly a part of their organisation. Deep down, he didn't give a flying corpse what they thought or did; in the end, it was just Norman and the Goblin that mattered.

"Firstly, you can assure me there is no recording device in here. It is in both our best interests that this is not recorded." Taking a slow moment to move towards a chair, he sat down, without being offered it. He was powerful and confident like that, knowing that being a businessman of his stature would give him certain powerful presences. "Now, the question is, what can I do for you and your little school of mutants." Allowing that knowledge to sink in, he waited to see the shock on her face. However, he did not know that he was a telepath and that she probably already knew that he was aware of her school. "If you wish to know how I came across the fact, you'll probably want to ask Mr. Essex. He is not a traitor, no, he is just a respectable businessman who cares for the welfare of him and his colleagues. Now, please don't get me wrong, whilst I may publicly be a part of the Friends of Humanity, I do not care for their ridiculous antics. I care about the progress of my research. Mr. Essex and I are very much alike in that scenario...I just don't possess the abilities he does. The thought of outing your school would never, ever cross my mind. Mutants are human beings and they deserve as much freedom as any fancy car-driving actor, or homeless sack of meat person gets. What I need, is one simple favour." Stopping there, he would allow Ms. Frost to take in everything he had spoken. Norman was honest, he would never out the school. The thought would never cross his mind.

Edit: Spelling!

[whitequeen]

Emma took a seat behind her desk as she watched Norman take a seat on the other side. The blonde buisness tycoon shook her head to tell him that there wasn't any recording device in her room. Emma, though she was accustomed to buying the best security systems for her school and other buildings, but her office was her private area. What she did in there was completely her own buisness.

The woman's cool expression did not change as he spoke about the undercover mutant school she had. This was certainly a displeasure to her as Emma kept so hard to keep the students at her school safe from scrutiny. The ice queen pursed her lips and waited as he continued to explain how he knew all this. Sinister... of course. Emma would have a very long talk with him and whom he makes buisness deals with. Messing with her company was forgivable, if one sucked up enough. Messing with her school was a cardinal sin against her and the HFC.

"What woud you be asking? she said while raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Emma only allowed this to go any further because she was interested to know what he wanted.

[ayden6]

Her unusually cold and calm demeanour was confusing to Norman Osborn. Why was she acting like she wasn't suprised? Norman Osborn, one of the most powerful and influential businessmen in America, knew her deepest secret, and she flicked it off like a irritating fly on her skin? He was determined to know why she was so calm. "You seem to be taking this well. Perhaps you trust me?" The Goblin snickered inside the head of Osborn at the mention of her trusting him. Yes, Osborn could be trusted, but the Goblin on the otherhand was a completely different story. "My request is not a hefty one. I ask that if the day comes that you happen to enroll a mutant with the ability to steal someone else's lifeforce, or, a mutant that is able to chain together two powers; I ask that you send me a blood sample of theirs." Two mutants in fact existed with these abilities, too bad they weren't in Emma's school. Norman needed these specific abilities for his experiment, which was actually in the best interest of humanity. He was planning to find the perfect DNA that could hold multiple genetics from multiple mutants. "You may ask for whatever you wish, in return. I am a fair business man."

(If Emma wanted to, she could probably wipe Norman's memory clean of the knowledge of her school. If you feel the need to do so, you have my permission. It opens up another secondary plotline I've got planned. But it is totally up to you.)

[whitequeen]

"You seem to be taking this well. Perhaps you trust me?" he said to her in a surprised tone. Emma had to acknowledge that she did know that he was going to speak to her about her Academy, she was after all an Alpha level telepath. However she didn't want to show her apparent displeasure in this very sensitive information getting out. Inside, Emma was furious to know that her institute was outed by Mr. Sinister himself. Especially by a non mutant that was apart of FOH depsite the lack of participation. No, Emma did not trust Osborn one bit more than she trusted the Green Goblin.

"I'm merely curious to know your intentions with this information before getting over emotional. Afterall, my student's saftey is my primary goal. I wouldn't risk their well being to accomidate yours or Essex's plans." she said smoothly. Emma crossed her porcelain toned legs unde rher glass desk and closed her eyes for a moment. There were many choices she had to decide before the end of this meeting. Should she wipe his mind clean and rid her of a potential threat? Or should she let him keep this little nugget of information, but deny him her consent to his request.

"You want permission to take the DNA of mutants that I have yet to enroll in my school? Why don't you simply ask Xavier or Lensherr for these things or the mutants directly? As you know I am a busy woman and if I agree to grant your request, there is know way of knowing if such mutants would even come under my care? As for right now, I wouldn't give you their blood without their direct consent. No matter what preconceptions you have of me, I do care for the mutants I have under my care." she explained trying to set the record straight.

[ayden6]

"As I stated, Ms. Frost, I have absolutely no intention of ruining the safehaven you have spent so much effort into building." As untrustworthy Norman Osborn is, he spoke nothing but the absolute truth. Everyone had a agenda, whether it be selfless or selfish, he knew that they would always stick to it and never break their stride. "Come to think of it, my request is a strange one. So let me ponder a different approach." Norman took a few moments to reassess the situation. He moved his hand to the glass of water on the bench in front of him, which he promptly took a rather large sip of. His eyes drifted to making eye contact with the woman, before dropping back down to the glass as he placed it on the table. "You said Xavier or Leshnarr...please elaborate, for me." Knowing he didn't have any other back-up proposal, he decided to inquire about certain names she mentioned.

[whitequeen]

Emma nodded and believed Norman Osborn's statment. After all there were some things that would make her life much easier if she made an alliance with Osborn. However she knew that her responsibility to her students was to keep them safe and out of harms way from crazy psychopaths. She knew that her motives weren't the purest, but she didn't want to sign those defenseless children up for their death. With the two men in question, Emma wasn't sure if she was signing them up for a parade or some hinky genetic experiment.

The statue like woman propped her chin on the palms of her hand. She waited for him to reword his request before she responded.

"They have mutants within their grasps, I was merely pointing out that there were other sources for the powers you seek." Emma replied.