07-13-2018, 01:29 PM
It wasn't like the world was coming to an end when Yun Kao reached out to Ursula Wirth. The judge had often heard from the woman with this that or some other case she was proceeding over. Having an affair with one of Yun's officers had been a wrong move in so many ways, Chadham wasn't even worth it in the end.
So when Yun contacted her she was a little surprised it wasn't about any of her workload. A spy? Ursula was not sure she could manage that. But it wasn't a hard thing, and it wasn't like she could say no. Yun asked her to watch two men and especially any interactions.
Finding them was hardly difficult even in the mass of the rich and the famous. These two stuck out like sour thumbs. One was awkward, the other, well distinctive.
Ursula watched as the scarred man talked to some drunken pretty boy. The other walked like a cop. He was dangerous but he was off too, she thought she'd recognized him, but she tried so many cases it was hardly easy to remember which detectives testified. It didn't matter. She didn't need names. Just information.
Eventually the two men found themselves outside and speaking. Ursula needed to get closer - the more information the less Yun would ask questions she didn't have answers for.
Ursula didn't fancy her self the most goregous of women, but her blond hair was done up high on her head enlongating her neck. Diamonds and sapphires hung from her ears and a matching necklace was deeply nestled in her bussom. The blue velevt strapless dress fit well - in all the right places.
She grabbed a flute of bubbly and sipped at it while she kicked off her shoes and swayed a little too much - it was a guise, but taking off her shoes felt wonderful even though the night had just begun her feet ached from the blue heels that dangled in her hand.
The air was cool against her skin and she stumbled through the door laughing. Her escort, who she had no idea what his name was (he'd been sent over by Yun, when the woman found out she was going it alone). He was playing along following playfully along.
Ursula's feet got carried away and she tumbled into the arms of the scar faced man.
So when Yun contacted her she was a little surprised it wasn't about any of her workload. A spy? Ursula was not sure she could manage that. But it wasn't a hard thing, and it wasn't like she could say no. Yun asked her to watch two men and especially any interactions.
Finding them was hardly difficult even in the mass of the rich and the famous. These two stuck out like sour thumbs. One was awkward, the other, well distinctive.
Ursula watched as the scarred man talked to some drunken pretty boy. The other walked like a cop. He was dangerous but he was off too, she thought she'd recognized him, but she tried so many cases it was hardly easy to remember which detectives testified. It didn't matter. She didn't need names. Just information.
Eventually the two men found themselves outside and speaking. Ursula needed to get closer - the more information the less Yun would ask questions she didn't have answers for.
Ursula didn't fancy her self the most goregous of women, but her blond hair was done up high on her head enlongating her neck. Diamonds and sapphires hung from her ears and a matching necklace was deeply nestled in her bussom. The blue velevt strapless dress fit well - in all the right places.
She grabbed a flute of bubbly and sipped at it while she kicked off her shoes and swayed a little too much - it was a guise, but taking off her shoes felt wonderful even though the night had just begun her feet ached from the blue heels that dangled in her hand.
The air was cool against her skin and she stumbled through the door laughing. Her escort, who she had no idea what his name was (he'd been sent over by Yun, when the woman found out she was going it alone). He was playing along following playfully along.
Ursula's feet got carried away and she tumbled into the arms of the scar faced man.