Today’s Write at the Merge is a combo-prompt:
This week, be inspired by the sense of smell. It’s said scent is the strongest tie to memory, and aroma is a powerful force—for good and awful! Is your nose engaged? Now I give you the word Elixir:
a magical or medicinal potion: an elixir guaranteed to induce love.
• a preparation that was supposedly able to change metals into gold, sought by alchemists.
• (also elixir of life )a preparation supposedly able to prolong life indefinitely.
• a medicinal solution of a specified type: a natural herbal cough elixir.
ORIGIN late Middle English: via medieval Latin from Arabic al-’iksīr, from al ‘the’ + ‘iksīr from Greek xērion ‘powder for drying wounds’ (from xēros ‘dry’).
What follows is my humble submission, entitled “Negotiation:”
“It is vital that we reach an agreement,” Alexandra sat back in the office chair and crossed her legs, fanning an impossibly intoxicating scent of parfum into Theodore’s olfactories. He tried to breathe in the scent without her noticing; she was watching him closely.
“Ms. Stonebridge,” he began in an attempt to regain his composure, “we have been more than accommodating to your client but I can tell you that my boss will not go for this figure.” He pushed the portfolio back across her ample desk, a feat in and of itself since his seat on the other side was lower than hers: she appointed her office in such a way as to project her obvious feelings of superiority.
She tossed her long hair in indignation, igniting a fresh wave of elixir; Theodore’s eyes rolled back slightly as he suppressed a moan; Alexandra noticed. “Are you all right, Mr. Woodbury? You look a bit peaked.” She leaned forward, which caused her jacket to open slightly, revealing a matching camisole; Alexandra knew what was troubling Theodore and was prepared to use it to her advantage, and that of her client.