Tacharan Delivery Service
Jan smiled at Timothy on their way out and headed down the stairs. There was a group of people still waiting for their cars who seemed to be in some kind of informal meeting. He listened with half his attention while he asked for his vehicle to be brought around.
"You promised the new development would be done by the first."
Another man coughed and answered "There were complications..."
"I don't want to hear excuses. If we don't get this new line out someone like Duibne is going to swallow us whole. "
"I hear they have already taken an interest in our company." The woman's voice seemed tentative like she did not want to be the bearer of any more bad news.
"Where did you hear that?" The first man inquired. "I do -not- want such rumors spreading around the office. Send a company wide memo negating such claims if you have to."
"Yes sir, but it will only forestall the inevitable. Someone like Duibne is bound to think we are ripe for the picking, sir."
Jan wondered if the woman was insightful or just paranoid. Curiosity wrestled with the need to leave and he gave them one last glance as his truck arrived.
Opening the back door for Timothy, He then held his hand out to help Theo step up into the large silver Sierra. Once both guests were safely inside, he went around to his door and stepped up and in.
"I don't care. -Make- it happen." The first speaker's command was abruptly cut off as he closed his door.
Raising his eyebrows at Theo, he shrugged and started the vehicle.
"To the Towers then or is there any where else you would like to go first?"
Can you –imagine- the events?
Someone finds this amusing indeed.
She looked over to Timothy as Jan got out of the car, still snickering, and was surprised to see that he had the somewhat strained expression of someone trying very hard not to laugh. She gave him a wink and stepped out of the truck. By the time they were all out and situated the body guard was back to his more impassive expression.
“Corny is okay.”
Smiling at Jan’s comment of class, she gave a half modest shrug as she led the way to the doors.
“Well, we try, anyway.”
She wondered, since Jan seemed so interested in the make of the towers, what he might think of her latest creation, and resolved that he should definitely see it. Turning at his comment regarding the view, she flashed a toothy smile before speaking solemnly.
“One –heaven- of a view.” She frowned. “Now why doesn’t that work at all? It certainly makes more sense.” She pointed up to her room, though it was probably hard to distinguish just which window she was gesturing to. “I’m up there. The one with the Christmas lights…oh, they’re not on right now. Well maybe you’ll see them next time you come by.”
/ooc outie