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January 19th, 2020 6:30pm Thyrsus Dark lashes were narrow as small hands flipped elegantly through the financial report. Legs crossed demurely in her pale gray silk crepe business suit, vintage Vince Camuto Naveena heel bobbing quietly up and down in the back of the sleek S 350. Opalescent russet irises glanced up and out of the tinted window, resting her forehead on her fingers. This rebuild was costing a fortune. She really didn’t give a shit, truly. Her resources were substantial. The price of her people could not be measured in dollars and cents, but if someone was rebuilding her facility she sure as hell would have been at the forefront. This man was either a dick that didn’t give two shits, or lazy enough to make someone else take care of it for him. Ahanu seemed to speak well of the liaison at least, Roderick, which would probably be the first fragile ego she would shatter within moments of stepping out of the vehicle. Maybe her assistant had a hard-on for the guy, maybe he was just doing his job well enough that his boss felt he didn't need to be involved. With the exception of her own people, and that big ass moose brother of hers from L.A., not one person on this planet made her cock a brow in appreciation. Not even Ausar. Old fart. An absent Bakkhos boss trusting everything to an 'underling'? There was a reason she didn’t deal with Bakkhos. They spent to much time stroking their egos in the mirror. This trip was going to be as pleasant as drinking broken glass in shitty bourbon. They annoyed her, more than the general population annoyed her. She was a faceless enterprise that slid easily through 'their' world, and she was content watching from a distance. There were no Sheut that she was aware of in their folds, so they were only something to be watched and not interfered with. Her own actions had given her a reason to interact. It would either be a smooth relationship, where she could in no uncertain terms tell them to fuck off in their encroaching "possession" of her airfield compound, or she could make it worse. She'd been watching the dogs try to piss on her fence. Ahanu had been given the OK to shoot them the next time she saw them sniffing around. The car slid to a stop, report set on the seat as the door opened. It was deep into dusk, the buildings' shadows helped, but the sky was still light enough to annoy her eyes. Sunglasses slid on, she smoothed her effortless updo and the tiny vampire volcano stepped out. “Wait in the car, take a nap,” a smile quirked one side of her lip, purposeful steps toward the suave liquor store. Sunglasses slid off and into her inner pocket. Hm. They really weren’t doing a bad job. Last time she saw it she was ripping it apart to the smell of burning buildings and crushed glass mixed with booze, gas and radiator fluid. Door opened, hands rested casually in her suitpant pockets as she perused the aisles briefly. Satisfied, she approached what she could assume was the front counter. “Your big boss please. If you bring me Roderick I’ll send you back for his boss. I’ll wait,” terse expression paused, then a taught smile flicked up the corners of her lips only to disappear as she went back to browsing. She really didn't want to go to their 'headquarters' to drag people from their comfort zones, but she would if she had to. That would definitely expedite a business relationship of some kind.