Generations of breeding and wealth gifted Valerie with a genetic superiority for social graces. This gift proved throughout her life to be as invaluable as any mutant gene. Her ability to elegantly weave her way through the slippery language of the .01% came as an act of natural instinct in comparison to the consciously learned skills of her peers.
Her amicable smiles always presented themselves genuinely. She extracted valuable information through conversation while tactfully reserving any tangible knowledge pertaining to herself or her family. She always retrieved that which she sought before her victims could reflect on the mental gymnastics performed over their heads. She thrived on the social dominance, like a heavyweight champion gone undefeated.
She knew she would have to rely exclusively on these behaviors granted to her through bloodline while amid the Celeste II. Although her telepathic powers certainly possessed the potential to overcome the will of the tycoons around her, she did not doubt each and every one of them had prepared their minds for such a threat. The upper echelon lived and breathed secrets, and no possessor of worldly knowledge would enter battle without either a hired telepath to protect them, or, enough training to guard their own thoughts. While Valerie could overpower both these safeguards, she risked igniting a world war in the process. This left her to utilize her powers of grace and influence as a Huntington highborn.
Smoke poured from her lips as she listened halfway to the CEO of a Chinese tech leviathan. His proclaimed advancements over AI technology weren’t of particular interest to Valerie, neither were his subtle attempts at intimidation.
She took a small sip of her glass, her eyes taking quick glances around for more interesting opportunity. She caught the shuffling of several people around an elder gentleman she recognized, from his many unwarranted advancements at Huntington social gatherings in her youth, as he fell suddenly to floor of the deck.
This commotion retrieved half of her focus, while the other half became acutely aware of what could only be described as a psychic yelling. The flair surprised her, as she assumed her companions would all have their minds directly turned inward for the event.
Before she had a moment to psychically survey the origin of the call, the face of an unfamiliar man stepped in front of her before brashly disposing of her cigarette.
“Want me to handle him?” came a woman’s voice inside Valerie’s head. The White Queen shot a quick glance at the imposing bodyguard she had arrived with, a cool assuredness in her crystal blue eyes.
“Thank you, Maeve, but that won’t be necessary. I’m curious," she replied to her shape-shifting associate.
She met the man’s steady blue eyes with her own—her gaze a chilling balance of beauty and steel. With a coy smile she extended her hand to meet his, her mountainous engagement ring glistening under the sun.
“And you shouldn’t trip old men,” she replied with a playful directness. As soon as she witnessed Sinclair's tumble, she had used the moment of distraction to telepathically highjack his memories and relive the experience from his senses. While Sinclair may not have seen who had caused his fall, Valerie possessed enough reasoning to suspect the athletic figure who had been closest to him at the time. “Yet here we are. Valerie Huntington.”
She studied him quietly, playing with ideas for how a man of her own youth could have attained an invite aboard the Celeste II. There was always the option of inheritance, as in Valerie’s case, however the man possessed an indistinct quality that separated him from the many trust fund children she had met throughout her life. He presented himself calm, but ready, not as someone who had been raised soft through facing little adversary to achieve their standing.
Valerie arched a manicured eyebrow, her eyes never wavering from his.
“Vasiliev? An interesting name. You know, I make it my job to make myself familiar with names. Yet yours has evaded me up until now. I feel disappointed in my oversight,” she explained to him. Her words offered innocence, her enthralling voice inviting him to divulge deeper into his identity. Valerie was a siren by nature, a beautiful creature with a thirst for blood.
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