11-30-2014, 01:08 PM
Zander snapped a picture of the (correct) blonde this time and frantically searched for her identity. It didn't take long. Moments later, he was tapping Lawrence on the arm.
Laurie looked up.
"That's Natalie Northbrook-Grey. The daughter of-"
"-of Alistair Grey,"
she cut him off, expression grown interested. "And granddaughter of Edward Northbrook, Patron of DVII. How fascinating."
Her intern mumbled his awe, but they both heard the commotion rising behind them. Jacques Danjou had graced them with his presence.
She hadn't needed to research him long to gather what sort of person he was. First and foremost, he was famous for being a businessman. The recent deal with the CCD being case in point, and assuming the money was already paid for services rendered, really it was the CCD funding this charity expedition in Sierra Leone. Given that the CCD's interests in the mining market was in fierce competition with the Chinese and Americans, there had to be more to the story than any of them was letting on.
He glad-handled Temne leaders for a few moments before crossing to give his statement. Laurie watched him closely for signs of favoritism or lingering around any given person.
"Jacques to her rescue,"
she murmured, one last glance at Natalie. "It seems we'll have to find miss Northbrook after."
Maybe Jacques was her knight in shining armor after all? They returned to the press station, Laurie pushing her way through to the front like a fiery dart cutting through the night. Zanders was left to keep an eye on Natalie, meanwhile. He'd do more following her around than anything else. Laurie had her camera rolling and satellite feed active. All she needed to handle Jacques was a sharp wit and a clever smile.
And maybe a bit more elbow room.
Laurie looked up.
"That's Natalie Northbrook-Grey. The daughter of-"
"-of Alistair Grey,"
she cut him off, expression grown interested. "And granddaughter of Edward Northbrook, Patron of DVII. How fascinating."
Her intern mumbled his awe, but they both heard the commotion rising behind them. Jacques Danjou had graced them with his presence.
She hadn't needed to research him long to gather what sort of person he was. First and foremost, he was famous for being a businessman. The recent deal with the CCD being case in point, and assuming the money was already paid for services rendered, really it was the CCD funding this charity expedition in Sierra Leone. Given that the CCD's interests in the mining market was in fierce competition with the Chinese and Americans, there had to be more to the story than any of them was letting on.
He glad-handled Temne leaders for a few moments before crossing to give his statement. Laurie watched him closely for signs of favoritism or lingering around any given person.
"Jacques to her rescue,"
she murmured, one last glance at Natalie. "It seems we'll have to find miss Northbrook after."
Maybe Jacques was her knight in shining armor after all? They returned to the press station, Laurie pushing her way through to the front like a fiery dart cutting through the night. Zanders was left to keep an eye on Natalie, meanwhile. He'd do more following her around than anything else. Laurie had her camera rolling and satellite feed active. All she needed to handle Jacques was a sharp wit and a clever smile.
And maybe a bit more elbow room.