"Yes, family." She nearly growled but kept her temper in check. Selene knew Amelia would have been hurt deeply to see her beloved friend so far from the man she knew as a girl. When Selene had committed her greatest mistake against him, it was then that she learned how dearly her mother loved him. They were not blood, it went deeper then that. Or so Selene had always believed.
She sighed and found her way to a comfortable black leather chair that had a matching one sitting across from it. Her eyes watched him, noticed when his gazed wandered toward the box. It nearly made her jump up to go for it. To snatch it away before he could see what she had hidden inside. To do that would give away how much it meant to her. So she stayed where she was, even reaching down to release her feet from her shoes and get more comfortable.
While she could run in a five inch heel, this was no mere vampire sent to kill her. She'd be better off flat footed if he made a move. The gun was set down on the small table that sat between the two chairs.
"Everyone has to make a living I suppose." She nodded toward the chair. "Don't keep me in suspense love, what is the proof your employer requires?"
There were a great many things she could have done to anger someone to this point. She'd committed every sin there was along the way, stepped on toes, outbid many, many big businesses on very lucrative deals. It didn't surprise her someone wanted her dead. Only that Lothoro was the one sent to do it. She was intrigued though.
"Now that you mention it I am curious to know what I may have done. Sit, have a drink, tell me a story."
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Date: 2011-08-18 01:22 am (UTC)She sighed and found her way to a comfortable black leather chair that had a matching one sitting across from it. Her eyes watched him, noticed when his gazed wandered toward the box. It nearly made her jump up to go for it. To snatch it away before he could see what she had hidden inside. To do that would give away how much it meant to her. So she stayed where she was, even reaching down to release her feet from her shoes and get more comfortable.
While she could run in a five inch heel, this was no mere vampire sent to kill her. She'd be better off flat footed if he made a move. The gun was set down on the small table that sat between the two chairs.
"Everyone has to make a living I suppose." She nodded toward the chair. "Don't keep me in suspense love, what is the proof your employer requires?"
There were a great many things she could have done to anger someone to this point. She'd committed every sin there was along the way, stepped on toes, outbid many, many big businesses on very lucrative deals. It didn't surprise her someone wanted her dead. Only that Lothoro was the one sent to do it. She was intrigued though.
"Now that you mention it I am curious to know what I may have done. Sit, have a drink, tell me a story."