Meeting Emma

The next day, Dave was accompanied by his cute, slightly clumsy secretary, Diana.

"When's the appointment with Frost?" Dave asked, glancing outside through the car window.

"It's just past 1 p.m.," Diana replied, her usual cheerful tone a bit distracted as she reviewed some notes on her tablet. She nodded, confirming their meeting time.

Frost International was a company that had initially made its name in transportation technology but had now branched into electronics and other industries. However, there was no public mention of Emma Frost being a mutant in this universe, which struck Dave as odd. Something was definitely off.

'There's something weird going on in this universe. The mutants exist, but they don't have their powers,' Dave thought, his eyes narrowing as he considered the implications. Even Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters was just an institution for highly intelligent students. No mutant powers, no secret underground facilities, nothing.

"It's like the people are here, but without their abilities," Dave mused silently. A faint smile crept onto his face. 'That actually makes things easier. If I can unlock their latent potential and grant them their powers, they'll surely join me.'

This revelation opened up a whole new path for Dave. Not only could he potentially recruit powerful mutants, but by being the one to help them regain their abilities, he'd earn their loyalty—and possibly create an army of superhumans under his control.

"Are you nervous about meeting her?" Diana asked, breaking his train of thought.

"Not at all," Dave replied smoothly, his mind already planning how to handle the meeting with Emma Frost. Whether she was aware of her mutant nature or not, he would find out soon enough. If all went well, she'd be his first step toward building a power base that could rival even HYDRA's influence and even go beyond it.

As Dave and Diana's sleek, black car pulled up to the towering glass-and-steel structure of Frost International, they were greeted by a pristine, ultra-modern façade. The building was a testament to Emma Frost's success, an elegant blend of cutting-edge technology and architectural beauty. Polished floors gleamed in the sunlight streaming through the large windows, while holographic screens displayed the latest advancements and accolades of the company.

Stepping out of the car, Diana fumbled slightly with her bag but quickly regained her composure, trailing behind Dave as they entered the building.

The lobby was sleek and minimalistic, with cool blue tones and metallic accents giving it a sophisticated feel. A receptionist greeted them with a professional smile. "Welcome to Frost International. Mr. Garcia, Ms. Frost is expecting you. Please, follow me."

Dave and Diana followed the receptionist down a long corridor lined with translucent glass panels that hinted at the high-tech operations happening within the building. Every step they took echoed slightly in the high-ceilinged hall, adding to the sense of grandeur.

When they finally reached Emma Frost's office, the double doors opened silently, revealing a room as luxurious as it was intimidating. The first thing that caught Dave's attention was Emma Frost herself.

She was a striking figure—tall, poised, and impossibly graceful. She stood by the window, the sunlight highlighting her platinum blonde hair, which cascaded in perfect waves over her shoulders. Her eyes, a piercing icy blue, seemed to take in everything with a calculated sharpness. Emma wore a form-fitting white dress, sleek and elegant, that accentuated her flawless figure. Her skin was pale, almost porcelain, adding to her ethereal beauty. She moved with an effortless grace, exuding both power and allure.

Dave couldn't help but admire her as she turned, her lips curling into a confident smile. It was the kind of smile that made you feel like she already knew everything about you—and was ten steps ahead.

"Mr. Garcia, I presume?" Emma's voice was smooth, cool, and commanding, yet there was a softness to it, as if she were both welcoming and testing him.

"Ms. Frost," Dave replied, flashing a charming smile of his own. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

She glanced briefly at Diana, acknowledging her with a nod, but her eyes quickly returned to Dave. "Likewise. Please, have a seat."

Dave sat on the seat as Emma sat across from him, a table separating them. On the table were some snacks and drinks.

"This looks more like a date than a business meeting," Dave said playfully as he looked at Emma.

Emma was stunned for a second but quickly composed herself, responding with a poised smile. "Surely, you jest, Mr. Garcia. You've only just entered the market, and yet your company is already rising like a rocket. What could someone as talented as you possibly be interested in from my little company?" she teased, her charming smile never faltering.

Dave leaned back slightly in his chair, crossing one leg over the other as he took a sip of the drink in front of him. His eyes twinkled mischievously, yet his voice remained calm and measured. "Well, Ms. Frost, even rockets need guidance systems," he replied with a grin, playing along with the playful tone. "Besides, it's not just about my company's rise. I'm more interested in synergy—how your expertise and mine could come together to achieve something greater."

Emma raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow, her piercing blue eyes never leaving his as she assessed him. She was clearly used to such games, and while she seemed amused, there was also a guardedness about her.

"And what might that 'something greater' be?" she asked, her voice silky smooth as she leaned forward slightly. "My company may be involved in several fields, but we both know you didn't come here for just another business deal, did you?"

Dave chuckled softly, appreciating her sharpness. "You're right. Frost International's ventures in transportation technology caught my eye—impressive, by the way. But I'm thinking bigger. You see, I'm interested in pushing the boundaries of what's possible, creating a future where technology and human potential align perfectly. And I believe you, Ms. Frost, are at the center of that vision."

Emma's smile remained, but her eyes sharpened. "You certainly have a way with words, Mr. Garcia. But I need more than talk. What exactly are you proposing?"

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