Silent Dance

What happens when dance becomes the main source of income? A group has appeared and taken control of the global market and influential figures believe a dictatorship will begin; whilst others try to unmask the group and seize the world for themselves.


2. Chapter 2

- 1 week later -


“How do I look?” She asked, even though she was walking the streets alone that night.

“Perfect,” came a clear and distinct voice, “as usual.” She could hear the voice in her right ear, where a barely visible wire was always in her ear. She laughed.

“You’re not planning to keep me company all night are you? You don’t really have to.”

“Oh, I know. Don’t worry, I still have to check up on things from here anyway, and it gives both of us someone to talk to as well.” Silver smiled. She was grateful to Jayden, she didn’t expect to mingle much tonight either. The door to the Phoenix was just ahead and she took in a deep breath nervously. Jayden laughed.

“Good luck, Miss Monique Shorte,” He said. That’s right, she thought, tonight she was Monique, another one of her many aliases with the help of Jayden. The large doors of the Phoenix opened outwards as she came closer; she stepped into the club confidently. The main room was merely check-in areas which then lead to the other wings of the building. Along the walls were cubicle-like machines where people were to “sign in”.

“The corner one between the left and front walls is good,” came Jayden’s voice again. She casually walked up to it and walls began to close her into a boxed shaped area - the privacy feature.

“Are you handling my check-in then?” She asked with a smile.

“I’m handling just about everyone’s check-in,” he chuckled. “But yes, I’ll be going through yours personally.” On the screen in front of her read the instructions INSERT INDENTIFICATION. Silver slipped in her student ID card which had her name printed as L. Yin Wu. After processing her card, the screen read:


Please Choose Desired Identification:

Li Yin Wu (___ school, regular department student)

Silver Cassandra Grandford (CEO of Phoenix Industries, Level A1 MF Clearance)

Marie Elizabeth Grandford (Director of Phoenix’s S-Department, Level A1 MF Clearance)

Monique Shorte (unrecruited, freelance dancer)


She clicked on the last option and was asked for identity reconfirmation. She chose to type into the computer the words “Well hello there stranger”. Soon after, she heard Jayden’s laughter and the screen lit up saying that her confirmation was accepted. This time, a different cord came out of the slot. She took it and the palm-sized pocket computer that was ejected onto a tray. As she walked through the passage on the right which led to the East Wing, she slid the card into a slot in the device and shoved it into her pocket.

At the end of the hallway, she emerged into a large round room; although it might not even be able to be classified as one, as it was about 3 acres in size. It was not fully lit up, but not dimly lit either. The room acted as sort of a lounge. Chairs, sofas of all sorts were strewn around and there were the latest HD TV monitors hanging on the walls in a complete circle, not leaving a single space between them. Each monitor shown different rooms with dancers controlling the floor.

Along one small part of the wall was a long bar. Small tables were set out around it for people who were ordering food and drinks. Music reverberated against the room at the perfect volume. In her ear, Marie was listening to the exact same music. She walked over to the middle of the room, where an extremely large round sofa dominated most of the room. In the empty space that was the centre of the sofa were a couple of pool tables and poker tables. She took a seat which was far away from anyone else and relaxed, her eyes skimming through each of the monitors briefly.

“Would you like a drink, miss?” came an unknown voice close to Monique. She turned to face a waitress smiling politely at her, holding a tray of drinks. She looked to the drinks and thought, why not; it’s going to be a long night away.

“Yes thanks,” she answered curtly. The waitress nodded and placed a drink on the desk before Monique and left. Monique picked up the drink and sipped, watching the monitors boringly. She sighed; I wished I could’ve brought a book. Suddenly while skimming through various monitor screens, she noticed something. In many group rooms and even a few single rooms, ‘DD’ dancers were dominating the dance floors. Monique frowned. She’s trying to win people over and show off more just because none of my own people will be here? She snorted. Doesn’t matter, I knew she’d do something like this anyway.

“Jay?” she whispered softly. She heard some static in her right ear and the music stopped.

“What’s up?” came Jayden’s reply soon after.

“Can you do me a favour?”

“Sure, what do you need?”

“How many DD members checked into the building as of now?” she asked.

“Hmm...” she heard the tapping of keys in the background before he answered again, “Sixty nine. There are just twenty three notably members though.” Monique was silent for a while, contemplating this in hear head.

“Okay, thanks Jay,” she finally said.

“No problem.” When he said nothing else, Monique added something.

“You’re not going to ask why I asked?” she said softly, a smile playing on her lips. She heard him laugh.

“If it’s you, I don’t think I need to know.” She frowned.

“What’s that supposed to imply?” she asked, taking it as an insult.

“It’s supposed to ‘imply’ that I trust you enough to not need to know what goes on in that head of yours.” Surprised, she smiled. More static was heard and the music was on again. Monique placed her drink back onto the table in front of her and leaned forwards, resting her elbows on her knees and her head on intertwined fingers. Well, at least I know she trusts ‘Secret’s Clock. She smiled.

“Mm, on the note of Jess,” Jayden’s voice suddenly startled her. He was talking about DD’s master, Jessica Madelyn D…, “have you heard the news?”

“What news?” she asked, raising a brow.

“She’s engaged.” Monique’s eyes grew in surprise.

What?” she asked unbelievably, “seriously? To who?”

“Well technically, they’re only going out, but she insists they’re going to get married someday.” She laughed, this was typical Jess. “The lucky guy is number three’s son.” The laughter stopped. Monique had no feelings for this guy, having not met him herself, but she knew the kind of person he was.

“There’s no way he actually agreed to that,” she said, more like a question.

“Exactly. My sources say it’s his dad.” Monique could understand it if that was the case.

“He thinks merging with Jess will gain them more power.”

“Most likely; but I don’t understand why Jess would be okay with this. I mean, I know she’s out to beat you and she’s ranked second in the world; but how does merging with the third ranking person benefit her?”

“It is less a beneficial reason than just her pride. If she were to merge with, let’s say, us, then she would have achieved her goal. However, her pride would stop her from doing this. She wants to take me out of the picture entirely, and merging would mean I would still hold half the power. Anyway, I’m not a man.” Jayden laughed at the last comment.

“Yeah sure, but she doesn’t know that. Nobody does.” Monique smiled.

“For sure mister three’s son isn’t happy about this,” she noted, “his father probably just jumped at the idea.” She heard murmuring across the room and turned her head to see someone come in from the doors connected to the rooms. She couldn’t recognize him and shrugged, paying no attention.

“Obviously, must be hard for the poor guy, having to live under the pressure of his father’s standards,” Jayden continued.

“Hmm, well even though I may be a causing factor in this, it’s no different to the pressure of rich families in the past,” Monique replied softly.

“True,” he agreed.

“And I’m not going to let this hinder my plan,” she added for her own benefit. Jayden chuckled. As he put the music back on and returned to his own work, Monique gazed up at the monitors again but couldn’t focus on the images.

“May I sit here?” a voice asked. She turned and saw the guy from before who came in through the doors. He held a drink in his hands and smiled at her, but she could see his eyes were tired of many things; smiling, formality, materialistic things. Truthfully, she would rather have declined but she couldn’t really do that so instead she nodded and shrugged nonchalantly.

“Sure.” She picked up her own drink and sipped, resuming her gaze at the monitors. In the corner of her eye she could she him keep the smile on and sit down. He glanced at her, and thinking she was not looking, dropped the smile and sighed softly. Obviously seeing this guy had his own problems to deal with, she left him alone; something she herself had come to know as something that can be very appreciated by people like him. Humming the song playing in the background to herself, she found she was unable to concentrate on the images dancing on the monitors and decided to lean back and relax for awhile. She opened her eyes to see the guy watching her, if not staring. When he saw her notice, he quickly looked away. She frowned; did I let a weirdo sit next to me? “Is there something wrong?” she decided to just confront him now. He looked back at her surprised.

“You don’t know who I am?” he asked curiously. She looked at him again and nothing came up.

“Nope, am I supposed to?” she said bluntly. He was stunned for a moment, as if not knowing how to introduce oneself. Soon enough he lifted a hand towards her.

“My name is Alexander L…,” he said smiling genuinely, as if being the first time he introduced himself. She looked at his hand for a moment, considering her answer.

“Monique Shorte,” she replied soon enough to avoid suspicion and shook his hand, a small smile on her lips. He continued to watch her as if waiting for her to realize something.

“Silver,” Jayden’s voice cut in hastily, “that’s number three’s son!” She finally understood and almost let out a big Oh.

“You’re miste- I mean, the son of Fox L…, right?”

“That’s right,” he said, his face looked relieved but at the same time disappointed and sad. He continued to look at her, waiting for something.

“Um, is there a problem?” she asked, clueless at what he was trying to get at.

“You… don’t have anything you want to say to me?” She racked her brain quickly but the only thing she came to…

“Congratulations on your relationship…?” He stared at her for a long time and suddenly began to laugh.

“Well you’re definitely different,” he noted. Giving up, she decided to just ask him.

“What do you want me to say then?” He looked at her and she knew he could see she was annoyed.

“Sorry, nothing. I just thought you would ask me about my dad or my autograph or… some other… stuff.” Monique understood what he was talking about now. He had thought she was going to react to his presence like some crazy fan girl. She sighed inwardly; she was already used to being around people more famous than even him.

“Hah, I’m not really into that kind of stuff,” she answered, scoffing slightly and sipped her drink, looking straight ahead. She saw a shocked expression flash in his eyes then smiled. He chuckled and relaxed into the couch.

“So then, what kind of stuff are you into?” he asked. Monique glanced at him and then to the floor.

“Hmm good question,” he turned his head as she replied and saw her lift her head to look admiringly at the monitors.

“Dancing?” his eyes flickered between her and the screen as the corners of his lips turned up into a small smile. “Well, you’re here aren’t you? Why don’t you go ahead and join in?” She froze with a startled expression on her face.

“Uh, well, you see, I can’t, I mean, I don--” she stuttered in a rush before getting cut off.

There you are Alex!” an unknown female voice shouted from across the room, catching both their attentions. They both turned - Monique more by reflex than voluntarily - to see a girl roughly their age dressed in eye-catching clothing.

“Hmm? What’s happening over there?” Jayden’s voice made Monique jerk. She recognized the girl, her competitive side pulling on the ends of her lips, but she kept a blank look on her face, feigning confusion.

“It’s our dear friend Jessica,” she whispered almost inaudibly, her lips parted only slightly, hardly moving.

Ohh,” is the only reply that came as Jayden chuckled in the background.

“Jess,” Alex began, unsure what to say, “What is it?”

“Aw Al, do I need a reason to want to see you?” she cooed in a kiddie voice, rushing over. As she reached where they were seated, she noticed Monique beside Alex and her smile disappeared. “Who’s your little friend, Ally?” Resisting the urge to smirk, Monique smiled at Jessica.

“My name’s Monique,” she introduced herself. Jessica swept her eyes over her with eyes that said she couldn’t care less.

“Right,” she said slowly, “and you know who I am.” Monique’s smile dropped.

“Right,” she repeated softly, annoyance at the edges of her words. Jessica immediately ignored her and turned to Alex happily.

“Come on Ally, the best is just about to start!” she reached out her hand and he looked at it and then Monique; causing Jessica to scowl.

“Guess I’ll see you around Monique,” he said as he took Jessica’s hand. Monique hummed as a reply, glancing at him and smiling until he was gone. “Not likely.”

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