New Work (1)

It was intriguing to have a new position. There was times when she actually considered what caused her to choose to do it. However, as they said, you just live ones, better capitalize on it.

So there, Lannie was in an extremely fascinating new position meet.

"So what are the dangers of... you know. Of passing on?" Lannie inquired.

"We play it safe," the French man opposite her ensured. He was in his late forties - skinny, emotionless, the cliché European financial specialist in a sharp suit and slim glasses. He respected her scrutinizingly, similar to a material asset maybe, yet not more so than he would look as such upon whatever other assistant that worked for his association.

"The Pleasure Mansion gets the absolute best specialists in the nation and we have the assets to have experts flown from to the extent the US inside 24 hours," he proceeded with just a weak trace of a highlight.

"But..." the redheaded young lady on the opposite side