01-10-2015, 06:22 PM
Hood turned that his back was to Emily and frowned in vague disbelief at Enzo. Not that Hood wasn't eager to add the CEO of Shale industries to his employer's customer list, a person of high enough interest to warrant being in the file in Enzo's hand, Enzo's ridiculous excuse was boggling. The woman wasn't exactly throwing herself at the man, but fuck, women loved the French accent...not that he really ever understood why. It was a brutally masochistic language, and the men tended to be pretty pansy and arrogant, but hey...whatever floated their boats, he supposed.
Of course, no doubt that an Atharim didn't want to be rubbing elbows with important types. They had a tendency of drawing attention to themselves, and to those in their company. And the paparazzi did so very much love to drag in those seen in the company of the rich and famous. At the end of the day, the man's decision to shirk from her request made sense.
"While I have full confidence in the DI public security forces, your concerns are understandable, Miss Shale. If you wish, I could accompany the two of you, at a respectable distance of course."
White could easily make it seem as though Enzo was just a potential hireling for Pervaya. Enzo's ability to 'fit in' with the rich and famous could also be tested, and observing the man in her company would help identify anything that needed to be addressed before Enzo could be trusted to fit in at a place like Manifesto.
He nodded slightly to Fish as the man took his leave. Probably involved in organized crime. Some shit street kid that showed just enough glimmer of brains to warrant a big step up the ladder. Or maybe the black sheep of some rich family; it didn't always have to be organized crime, after all. Whatever the case, Fish was probably going to find he didn't fit in well with the folks that wore such expensive suits as day-to-day attire. He'd probably learn the hard way what happened when you pissed one of their sort off.
Of course, no doubt that an Atharim didn't want to be rubbing elbows with important types. They had a tendency of drawing attention to themselves, and to those in their company. And the paparazzi did so very much love to drag in those seen in the company of the rich and famous. At the end of the day, the man's decision to shirk from her request made sense.
"While I have full confidence in the DI public security forces, your concerns are understandable, Miss Shale. If you wish, I could accompany the two of you, at a respectable distance of course."
White could easily make it seem as though Enzo was just a potential hireling for Pervaya. Enzo's ability to 'fit in' with the rich and famous could also be tested, and observing the man in her company would help identify anything that needed to be addressed before Enzo could be trusted to fit in at a place like Manifesto.
He nodded slightly to Fish as the man took his leave. Probably involved in organized crime. Some shit street kid that showed just enough glimmer of brains to warrant a big step up the ladder. Or maybe the black sheep of some rich family; it didn't always have to be organized crime, after all. Whatever the case, Fish was probably going to find he didn't fit in well with the folks that wore such expensive suits as day-to-day attire. He'd probably learn the hard way what happened when you pissed one of their sort off.