01-09-2015, 11:24 PM
The woman Camila was there to meet had promised discretion, but made a few demands of her own as well. At least it was nothing that wasn’t expected or could be tolerated. In any case, the American woman she was there to meet couldn’t be much worse than Thrice’s opponent. That fellow Camila encountered prior to this meeting had left an unpleasant impression. Visions had not been necessary to get a feel for his character, which left much to be desired. All in all, the Mexican brunet hoped the Texans had more to offer.
She had two men with her. Both were taller than her, and remained just half a step behind at either side. Neither of them gave off the impression that they talked much, but then again, she didn’t either. Dressed in a ¾ sleeve, form fitting navy dress, Camila sighed inwardly. It seemed that half the time that Damien needed her assistance, she was parading around in heels and knee length skirts. In the end, she couldn’t really complain, it felt satisfying to actually be doing something, despite the attire.
The meeting place was pleasant enough. A Texan mansion of some Mexican ex-patriot, it provided both parties with a safe zone. Part of her was bothered by the opulence displayed, the rest slowly grew to appreciate the comfort. For the moment, Camila and her companions waited in the study. Orders had been given for Thrice to be lead to them upon her arrival. If Ms. Thrice planned to bring an entourage, she’d have to accommodate her plans to allow for the privacy of the room.
Taking a seat at the desk, Camila leaned back and crossed one leg over the other. Her end of the deal would be pretty straight forward once the American showed up. Until then, she simply needed to wait.
She had two men with her. Both were taller than her, and remained just half a step behind at either side. Neither of them gave off the impression that they talked much, but then again, she didn’t either. Dressed in a ¾ sleeve, form fitting navy dress, Camila sighed inwardly. It seemed that half the time that Damien needed her assistance, she was parading around in heels and knee length skirts. In the end, she couldn’t really complain, it felt satisfying to actually be doing something, despite the attire.
The meeting place was pleasant enough. A Texan mansion of some Mexican ex-patriot, it provided both parties with a safe zone. Part of her was bothered by the opulence displayed, the rest slowly grew to appreciate the comfort. For the moment, Camila and her companions waited in the study. Orders had been given for Thrice to be lead to them upon her arrival. If Ms. Thrice planned to bring an entourage, she’d have to accommodate her plans to allow for the privacy of the room.
Taking a seat at the desk, Camila leaned back and crossed one leg over the other. Her end of the deal would be pretty straight forward once the American showed up. Until then, she simply needed to wait.