Chapter 11:

Interview With The Prophet

PSW AU: The Amazon's Dream


Suzanna was in a towel looking at the clothes on the bench in front of her. In their rush to leave the apartment, Sarah had picked her clothes and didn't give her a chance to check them before they left.

A pair of black jeans, black shoes, a blue blazer and a white v-neck shirt.

(I think this is okay. I hope...)

She lightly bit her index finger.

(Ooh... Maybe I should have gone last...)

She shook her head.

(No. Stop it. I can't go back now. If I go in there acting nervous she'll think I'm not serious.)

She clenched her fists.

(I'll just do what Sarah said. Walk in there with confidence.)

Gamal sat straight at her black mahogany desk in her blue-walled office with red and gold drapes on the walls. Her hands were on the desk and she was looking at Suzanna.

Suzanna stood with her back to the door, trembling.

(I am terrible at being confident!)

"Well, aren't you going to sit down?”

“Y-Yes, Ma’am! Sorry,”

Gamal raised an eyebrow as the big girl scuttled towards the chair in front of her and sat down.

“Is something wrong?”

Suzanna straightened, “N-No, I- I-It’s just that you-you were really intense earlier and-”

Gamal placed a finger on her burqa-covered lips and tilted her head,

“You just stood up to a 7-foot-tall, 330-pound man, but you’re afraid of a 55-year-old woman who weighs little over a third of that,”

Suzanna waved both her hands about, “No, I-I’m just a big fan and seeing you face-to-face is- Well, not really, because… You know…”

Gamal raised both eyebrows, making Suzanna panic even more,

“B-but I don’t mean that to be disrespectful! I-I was just… I…” She looked down and slumped in her seat, “I’m going to stop talking,”

“Why?”

She looked up again. Gamal continued,

“This is an interview. I ask a question, you answer until you’re finished. If I tell you to stop talking…” She narrowed her eyes, and rested her cheek on her knuckles, “... it’s because I’ve lost interest. ”

Suzanna gulped and nodded, “Yes, Ma’am,”

“Good,” She poured a glass of water and handed it to her. Suzanna took the glass,

“Thank you,” She drank all of it and calmed down,

“So, Suzanna, why do you want to be a wrestler?"

She took a deep breath and responded,

"I… want to follow in the footsteps of my Uncle Esiral,"

Gamal nodded, "The War Chief. Yes, Alexa told me. How is he by the way? I haven't seen in him in quite some time,"

Suzanna looked down again, her eyelids loosened and her inner brow raised. Gamal did the same,

"I'm deeply sorry. I hadn't heard news of his passing,"

Suzanna vigorously shook her head, "He didn't pass, he just… went missing,"

"How long?"

"Almost three years. The last time I saw him was the day before my 18th birthday. He sends me letters and money from time to time, but… I don't know where he is,” She rubbed the back of her head, “I… guess this is my way of getting closer to him,”

“I can empathise,” Gamal said with a polite nod, before tilting her head to the other side, “Tell me, have you ever considered other career paths?”

Suzanna slowly shook her head while averting her gaze, “I… didn’t have… a-a lot of options… growing up,”

Gamal frowned and straightened her neck. Suzanna shrank under her gaze.

“I find that extremely hard to believe,” 

She started to panic again, “I-It’s not like I was lacking motivation or anything! I just… it’s, um, complicated,”

“Then uncomplicate it. This is an interview if you recall,”

Suzanna sighed, “I… didn’t always look… like this,”

“Obviously, unless… ” Gamal suddenly tilted her head again at a full right angle. There was an uncomfortable cracking noise as she did this, “Are you trying to tell me that all this size and strength magically bestowed itself upon you?”

Suzanna sat silently, looking right at her, then at the drapes, then back at her. This continued for a bit before she responded,

“It’s… a long story…”

Gamal rested her elbows on the desk, interlocked her fingers, straightened her neck and rested her chin on those fingers. Her eyes were wide, childlike and eager,

“I love stories,"

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