02-03-2015, 11:38 PM
Hood followed the two from the shop to Emily's hotel, always keeping a dozen or so strides back from the pair. Near enough to intervene if needed, but otherwise giving the pair some semblance of privacy. Of course, the entire point of encouraging Enzo to walk the rich American woman to her hotel was so the the Atharim man could get used to the idea of rubbing elbows with important people.
They were an odd pair to say the least. Or perhaps she was an odd woman. The stress of taking on a large corporation while one's parents bodies were still warm probably had that affect on a person though. Normal people, anyway. Whatever the case, the woman was far too open about her emotions and thoughts with random strangers. It probably wouldn't bode well for her in future business ventures. He'd met less ruthless monsters in his line of work then he'd witnesses in the business world.
The two parted ways, with Enzo discreetly tucking away the envelope Emily had handed him, but White chose to ignore the gesture. Whatever it was in that envelope, it probably didn't involve him. And if it did? Well honestly, he didn't have many fucks to give. Unless it was work related, of course.
White and Enzo were left standing outside her hotel, and White stared at Enzo for a long moment before finally nodding in agreement. "Very odd. Not sure that one should be in DI."
She was just too...nice. Good. Not one to be tossed into the predatory life style of the CCD's elite.
"Together. I know most of the security, so there'll be no issues getting in. Strict rules there. No weapons."
Unsurprisingly, White knew more about the security detail then was entirely necessary. There were always a few paparazzi foolish enough to bother taking his picture, but a quick search turned up he was just a body guard, and all interest was quickly lost. Having Enzo walk Emily to her hotel would lend credence to the lie that the French man was being scouted for Pervaya. There would be few, if any, questions or unwanted conclusions.
He turned to wave down a taxi, and as it pulled up he glanced at Enzo with a nod, "You did well. Go over the notes. Memorize faces. Check the business section of the day's news before heading to the club. You can call me John, but at the club, it's Mr White."
They were an odd pair to say the least. Or perhaps she was an odd woman. The stress of taking on a large corporation while one's parents bodies were still warm probably had that affect on a person though. Normal people, anyway. Whatever the case, the woman was far too open about her emotions and thoughts with random strangers. It probably wouldn't bode well for her in future business ventures. He'd met less ruthless monsters in his line of work then he'd witnesses in the business world.
The two parted ways, with Enzo discreetly tucking away the envelope Emily had handed him, but White chose to ignore the gesture. Whatever it was in that envelope, it probably didn't involve him. And if it did? Well honestly, he didn't have many fucks to give. Unless it was work related, of course.
White and Enzo were left standing outside her hotel, and White stared at Enzo for a long moment before finally nodding in agreement. "Very odd. Not sure that one should be in DI."
She was just too...nice. Good. Not one to be tossed into the predatory life style of the CCD's elite.
"Together. I know most of the security, so there'll be no issues getting in. Strict rules there. No weapons."
Unsurprisingly, White knew more about the security detail then was entirely necessary. There were always a few paparazzi foolish enough to bother taking his picture, but a quick search turned up he was just a body guard, and all interest was quickly lost. Having Enzo walk Emily to her hotel would lend credence to the lie that the French man was being scouted for Pervaya. There would be few, if any, questions or unwanted conclusions.
He turned to wave down a taxi, and as it pulled up he glanced at Enzo with a nod, "You did well. Go over the notes. Memorize faces. Check the business section of the day's news before heading to the club. You can call me John, but at the club, it's Mr White."