read between the lines

[attr="class","edmess"]"What happened this time?" His deep baritone carried out from his office without needing to raise his voice. There was a tired indifference in his voice at the mention of his niece. She was certainly living her life to the fullest with that trashy establishment she called a strip club. He stopped typing notes into his calendar for the meeting the next day. It was time to review for sweeps and he wanted something fresh and new, for that's what it had to be nowadays to hold people's attention. He sighed in resignation and leaned back into his plush leather chair, right hand pinching the bridge of his nose. The twins were going to need a good talking to and he made a mental note to stop by their establishment soon.

He closed his laptop and slipped it into his black leather briefcase, closing it with a click, he stood up from his desk and pushed the chair in. He grabbed his briefcase by the handle, long tapered fingers, curling around the leather with a firm hold as he reached his full 6'4 height. He strode across the room with easy, confident strides as she adjusted his black three piece Armani suit. He tucked in his silver tie before flicking the lights and securing his office door behind him. He turned and walked down the hallway to the common work area where the reporters sat in their own cubical to for their work. His crystal blue eyes had no problem locking in on the source of sarcasm. He locked onto the woman typing away at her desk, everyone else having left after George had vacated the premises. He really should tell the man not to bother with Adelia. He was a good reporter and he'd hate to see him conveniently disappear at the woman's bequest.

"Nothing too serious that we can't underplay?", he stopped by her desk, overlooking her shoulder to see just what the twins had been up too. He ignored her flagrant poke at his family. He'd let it slide for now, besides she was doing it so he wouldn't have too, but this only further strengthened his resolve to have a very "healthy" discussion with them. He hadn't stopped by to see them since he'd commandeered the LA position. He'd never been a really hands on person unless it was food or the woman he was fucking for the moment, but they were family regardless and with that came some strings of sentiment, even if it was a bit distanced and indifferent.

He hadn't known what to think when Adelia Fenier had waltzed into his branch her at the LA Times. He'd known immediately what she was and vice versa. He'd pondered just throwing her out on her ass, being as territorial as their kind was, but she was easy on the eyes and then he'd heard rumors. Rumors of what her family had been up too in LA and where they came from. He'd heard of her family, practically friggen European dragon royalty and the fact that she could be connected to him would only profit him. It would be beneficial to have someone else who knew what was going on to do damage control and it was always wise to keep a close eye on the competition. It didn't hurt that she was easy on the eyes. He leaned back after reading her handiwork and he had to admit, she was good. Keeping her around was proving to be beneficial to him, maybe not the rest of the male staff who wanted to get into her pants, but for him...keeping her around was proving useful.

"I'll speak with my family here on these matters. As always, good work Adelia. You going home soon?" he asked casually with an arched eyebrow. He was all for working hard, it was how he'd become so successful. He'd worked for it and as he stared at Adelia he wondered just how hard she would work to get what she wanted...then again what did she want? He looked at her expectantly and internally decided that he needed to figure out what made her tick and what she wanted because he did not handle wild cards very well...