INGRID NILSEN
Dragon
Posts: 47
Age:
Two Hundred & Eighty Nine
Occupation:
CEO Valkyrie Vali
Status:
Single
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Future: Luc Fornier
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Lissa
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Post by INGRID NILSEN on Nov 28, 2021 17:38:03 GMT
| Ingrid watched as her ex-lover retreated from her office. A certain bounce to his step thinking as though he had won something. Regret was already setting in and she was pretty much convinced she was going to regret letting him back in her life. With him gone she stood and walked over to a cabinet shifting some books out of the way to reveal a very nice bottle of bourbon. Something strong was needed right now.
Grabbing it she returned to her desk and went to the bottom drawer in her desk to reveal two small glasses. Lifting one out of the drawer and spinning it around in her fingers to place it upright on the desk and poured with her other hand, while she kicked the drawer shut with her foot. With a glass half full she raised it to her lips and took a small sip. Eyeing the glass after the initial sip she shrugged her shoulders and downed the rest of the glass before placing the tumbler down with an audible clink.
Flicking her eyes to the doorway she seen her friend and confidant in the doorway. Second in command for a reason she gestured that she could come in, ” Care to join?” She asked as Rowan stepped into her office. Not really waiting for an answer she reached in for the second glass and placed it next to the one she had just used and filled Rowan’s glass followed by her own.
Lifting her own glass, she leaned back in her chair allowing it to recline slightly as she sipped at her drink this time, ” Before I drink too much, Do I have any important meetings today?” She inquired. She knew it her head what she could postpone and what she couldn’t.
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ROWAN BISHOP
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Post by ROWAN BISHOP on Dec 28, 2021 17:18:27 GMT
Ingrid might’ve dismissed her but she wouldn’t have remained Ingrid’s top employee if she hadn’t kept an eye, and an ear out. Rowan had sat at her desk, blue eyes ticking up at every movement outside the glass door – an excellent choice if you wanted to make sure that nothing escaped your notice in a place like this. Plenty of people in the place had a little bonus when it came to their senses but a wall would still block a lot out and there was no way Ingrid would want anything hidden from her here. Rowan was just the same. Eyes on, hands on, and hers had been prepared to do just what Ingrid had ordered when that guy had sauntered into her office like he owned the place.
Teeth nipping at her upper lip Rowan brought up the camera feed, running it back to exactly when he’d walked into the building, following him up from the sidewalk – not a spot missed thanks to their adjustment of the building’s entire security net. She tapped a finger against the mouse, half tempted to pull up his license plate from the street cameras and do a full sweep on the guy.
Luc. No surname from Ingrid, although she was willing to bet that her boss certainly knew what it was. There was a familiarity there, albeit one icy enough that she imagined that he was going to leave with a decent case of frostbite. Good.
Full lips curved, the windows shut down as she decided not that give in to the green eyed monster. Ingrid hadn’t been happy to see him, that much had been obvious, that meant he should be out right about… now. Now? Now!
The clock ticked by. Ten, fifteen, twenty minutes. Still no sign of his emergence and all of her certainty crumbling. By the time he did disappear it felt like it had been hours – wasn’t anywhere near though. Rowan straightened up slowly, eyeing her phone, waiting for the button for Ingrid’s line to light up. When it hadn’t after ten minutes, Rowan locked her computer screen and stood. She was patient, Ingrid’s training had guaranteed that but she also held on to that need to know and that had her strolling out of her office, not even bothering to scoop anything up from the desk to cover why she was there.
Of course he’d left the door open. Asshole. Rowan slipped into the open doorway, was about to rap her knuckles lightly on it when Ingrid spotted her anyway. Amusement tugged at her lips a little before she squelched it. She stepped in, closed the door behind her. No need for the rest of the office to see it. ”I’ll take a drink,” she confirmed, even though Ingrid was already filling her glass for her.
Rowan settled into the seat opposite, crossing her legs as she reached for the glass and took a sip. It was rare that she’d ever seen Ingrid rattled and this felt like a major rattling. She set the glass on the thigh of her dress, shaking her head as she tapped her fingers against it. ”Nothing big on today’s agenda. I can shift what is there. It’s just client updates with a couple of team leaders. They can write their reports up instead and if there’s anything urgent I’ll pass it along.” Glancing down into the glass, Rowan let her smile tug at her lips again. ”An old friend? He seemed … pushy.” Cheeky was more apt. He hadn’t even twitched as she’d held the gun to his head, it had all been those glittering eyes for Ingrid and her boss’ Arctic manner in response.
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INGRID NILSEN
Dragon
Posts: 47
Age:
Two Hundred & Eighty Nine
Occupation:
CEO Valkyrie Vali
Status:
Single
Partner:
Future: Luc Fornier
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:45:02 GMT
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Post by INGRID NILSEN on Jan 8, 2022 16:33:58 GMT
| Ingrid watched him leave and was left rattled. This year had just been one past figure after another coming back to rattle her cage. First her brother…. who had also joined the company. Currently undergoing training. This job at times could get lonely but that is exactly as she preferred it. Everyone she cared about seemed to betray her in some way that being alone was just easier. Keeping people at arm’s length was just easier.
Luc had been a first, she hadn’t ever openly admitted that she cared for him. Thus, it was easy to hide behind her usual glacial tone and her ability to cut anyone off at the knees. So, when he came back here demanding a position back her side, it had been tempting to simply throw the offer back in his face and be done with it. Instead, the ice queen had thawed enough of late to allow him to dip a toe and try to get back in her good graces.
That morning had left her shaken and utterly convinced she was going to regret this lapse in judgement. With him gone she got up to reach for a bottle of bourbon she had hidden in the office and returned to her desk for the glasses she kept stored. Lifting one glass from her drawer filling it and downing the contents quite quickly. Looking up and spotting probably the only person that Ingrid could call a friend, offering her a drink.
Not waiting for an answer, she was already lifting out a second glass and filling both glasses. Before downing the second glass she quickly inquired as to her day. Not really a typical question for her either, she was usually really clued up on what her day was. When Rowan answered her question, she nodded and then downed her second glass, ” That will be fine.” Ingrid agreed after being told what her day no longer had in store. Turning the glass around in her fingers before placing it back on her desk and pouring herself a third.
Lifting the glass back into her hand she looked over at Rowan when she inquired about Luc. She let out a short bark of laughter, ” Pushy? Well, that’s certainly a polite term to use in description of him.” Ingrid laughed finding it amusing her choice of words, ” Stubborn, infuriating ass is more appropriate.” Ingrid corrected for her.
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ROWAN BISHOP
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Post by ROWAN BISHOP on Feb 11, 2022 18:50:19 GMT
Seeing Ingrid rattled was rare. She had walked into the jungle like she had owned it back when they first met. An imperious attitude keeping all of her people in line, that icy chill meaning she didn’t crack even for a moment while she was taking down the men who had slaughtered her family and the locals. Rowan wouldn’t admit it to Ingrid but it had been both terrifying and impressive. How could she not want to be just like the woman who had found justice for her parents? In the years she had trained and worked her way up to Ingrid’s second in command there had been no sign of a single crack running through her … until he’d appeared.
Listening in from the other room would have been a serious breach of confidentiality, something well beyond what she would have done anyway, but watching, being on guard was another. Rowan watched her boss now, gaze ticking between the glass and the bottle. That was a crack. Ingrid would never have drunk in the office this way. Well, she supposed that was now almost never.
Rowan was glad she’d closed the door now. None of the others needed to see Ingrid like this. Word of the man’s visit would undoubtedly have already spread – it had probably reached the parking lot before he did. It was better than they believed it was just business, not the something more she had seen with her own eyes.
She smiled faintly, letting her gaze fall to the glass she had taken, the one she’d only taken a sip from in comparison to Ingrid’s downing of not just one but two glasses of the bourbon. Rowan lifted it, sipped again. The cracks were definitely wider than she’d thought. For the rest of the day she’d take the pressure that otherwise would’ve fallen to Ingrid – she’d done it before, the staff would understand and those that didn’t were simply going to have to put up with it.
Just as Luc had been forced to tolerate the gun pressed to the back of his head. Rowan had to squelch a smile at the image, especially as Ingrid’s laugh barked out at her description of the man. ”I guess he wasn’t quite as restrained once I left,” she mused. Amusement had her lips curving further, the glass lifted from her thigh for her to point a finger at Ingrid. ”Stubborn, infuriating, pretty decent ass.” A correction that might get her in a little trouble but Ingrid was a straight shooter and there was no denying that the man who’d strolled in as if he owned the place had been good looking. Rowan held both hands up now, a quick show of surrender. ”I checked the security cameras once I was back in my office. Watched his entrance.” She would check his exit too, just in case.
It would have taken more than a pretty face to get Ingrid worked up though. When she’d gone he’d obviously turned on the charm, or found a sore spot that she was yet to see. She raised a dark brow, slowly swirled the bourbon in her glass. ”You skipped the friend question. He seemed … familiar with your set up. An ex-employee perhaps?” All these questions were likely to get her in trouble but it was hard not to ask them. In the last few years she liked to think she’d become about the closest thing to a friend it was possible to be with a boss who didn’t seem to allow anybody to get close to her.
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INGRID NILSEN
Dragon
Posts: 47
Age:
Two Hundred & Eighty Nine
Occupation:
CEO Valkyrie Vali
Status:
Single
Partner:
Future: Luc Fornier
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:45:02 GMT
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Post by INGRID NILSEN on Feb 12, 2022 17:24:55 GMT
❝ If I Am Anything At All...
I Am A Dragon❞
Ingrid kept her game face on until she was sure that Luc was out of sight. Standing up she looked outside her window and watched as he seemed to saunter away. Mission accomplished and he seemed quite pleased with himself. She had long since put him in her past and it annoyed her to no end that he found it so easy to just come back here. All but begging for his job back.
She moved from her windows and to a cabinet and grabbed a bottle that she kept hidden behind some books. Moving back to her desk with the bottle and reached into a drawer for a glass and poured. And down the first glass just as she heard her office door open. She invited Rowan in offering her a drink and didn’t really wait for her to answer as she was already reaching in for another glass.
Pouring them both a glass, and she quickly inquired to her day just to confirm there was nothing immediately pressing before she began to day drink. Once confirmed she downed her second glass before pouring herself a third. At this point why even bother with a glass… but she wasn’t quite at that point yet. Ingrid watched her as a hint of amusement was curling her lips and then quickly adding on that he had a decent ass, ” Yes well if he floats your boat that much, by all means go to town.” Ingrid smirked sipping her glass this time.
She most certainly wasn’t going to be jealous. She had already been there seen it and done more than it with Luc, ” He seemed quite impressed with you.” Ingrid told her. She noted the smile and little wave that he had given her on his saunter from her office. The gun she held to his head was probably encouraging some fantasy of his, as he had seemed completely unphased by it. Probably knowing her bullets wouldn’t actually kill him… but getting shot in the head would still hurt like a bitch.
When he asked who he was Ingrid sipped her drink again, ” Or he isn’t impressed and just jealous. Because you do have his old job.” Ingrid admitted. No point in hiding it. She might as well know that Luc was probably very much hoping to get his old job back. If she knew Rowan, she wasn’t going to let the position go, and well Ingrid wasn’t looking. She wasn’t going to be letting Rowan go, so Luc would have to be happy with whatever position Ingrid would let him have.
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Post by ROWAN BISHOP on Apr 15, 2022 15:12:00 GMT
Rowan supposed this should have been concerning but her amusement was winning out for now. Ingrid had never struck her as a woman with any sort of weak spot – barring those that all dragons bore, of course. She was a Joan of Arc figure, a woman capable of wading into any sort of battle and back out again without a single ounce of harm. Her people held her in the highest regard, not a single one of them complaining about her, even in the lowest depths of training when it was highly doubtful that Ingrid would’ve heard a word of it. Hard, sure, fair, absolutely. Ingrid inspired loyalty and kept her ranks in perfect order. Except, it seemed, for him.
She wasn’t about to profess to knowing a single thing about Luc. A little digging might have found out more for her than just ‘he was an old friend, a one time employee, but that was a line she hadn’t been prepared to step over yet. If he’d had Ingrid half as rattled as she appeared to be Rowan imagined some of the truth would be shaken free now. Seeing those lines drawn out invisibly around the plush office, she had both hands up immediately, a wry grin on her face as Ingrid encouraged her to make a move on him if she wanted to. ”I didn’t say that,” she said with some amusement. ”He’s certainly not my type, I prefer my men a little less … sure of themselves.” Full of themselves, more likely, even if that had just been an act put on to get him in the door.
Reading between the lines it would seem that he had floated Ingrid’s boat once upon a time, or, perhaps, she had floated his. OK, she still did given his behaviour once he’d gotten into her office. That could’ve been a ploy but Rowan was willing to bet it wasn’t a level of charm that he turned on with everybody. Perhaps. One dark brow shot up at Ingrid’s toothy observation. Rowan chuckled, her eyes narrowing again a moment later. ”I’d say it’s a compliment but that’s almost like approving of a shark finding you tasty,” she joked. ”Does he usually enjoy a woman threatening his life? If he does, I might do a little less of it the next time.” It was one thing to stand up when your boss was threatened but the minute enjoyment slipped into it, it just got a little weird. Rowan mock shivered as she sipped at her bourbon. She doubted his praise had much to do with her actual job performance and far more to do with praising Ingrid in a roundabout way.
Whatever had happened, was happening, between the two of them, it was a situation Rowan imagined she would very much be a third wheel in. She lifted her glass again as her question about just what that situation had been born of hung between them, sipping at the rich liquor. Ingrid wouldn’t kick her out of her spot as second in command, not after all the faith she’d shown in her lately, but it didn’t mean that Luc wouldn’t find his way in here in some way or another. ”Oh really?” Rowan asked, with only a momentary nip of surprise. ”Lately? I thought it had been musical chairs with my job for a while before I got bumped up. Would he be gunning for it again?” A question she perhaps didn’t want to hear the answer to, the last thing she wanted was to go to war over a job she would never back out of.
Rowan gestured over her shoulder with the glass. ”If he is, I might have to have someone go and track him down for a little … dissuasion.” Humour laced her words heavily. If Ingrid wanted rid of him she was more than capable of doing it without leaving a single sign of his existence behind she imagined.
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INGRID NILSEN
Dragon
Posts: 47
Age:
Two Hundred & Eighty Nine
Occupation:
CEO Valkyrie Vali
Status:
Single
Partner:
Future: Luc Fornier
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:45:02 GMT
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Post by INGRID NILSEN on May 24, 2022 18:37:45 GMT
❝ If I Am Anything At All...
I Am A Dragon❞
Why the hell was he here now? Ingrid honestly thought that she was never going to see him again. Once upon a time that thought might have hurt… but now it didn’t bother her in the slightest. She didn’t want to let him back in… just for him to be discontent with his lot in life and pull the same shit again. Rowan was in her office not long after he had left asking about him. Rowan knew her reasonably well and could clearly tell that Luc arriving out of the blue had rattled her.
When she heard the comment about him having a pretty decent ass it made Ingrid smirk, telling her to go for it if she were so inclined. Luc’s confidents was cocky… no two doubts about that, ” Put that aside if the decent ass is all you are after.” Ingrid chuckled into her glass.
Wanting the conversation to turn swiftly away from her, she was quick to bring up his acknowledgement of Rowan, and how he had liked her. Ingrid smiled when she quickly asked if that was something he enjoyed, ” Best to avoid it at any rate, unless it’s a threat you intend to follow through on.” Ingrid smiled. She doubted it would come to that, Luc was more than capable of looking after himself.
Ingrid then went on to elaborate that he was either impressed or jealous of her. When he had left, Luc had Rowan’s current position. Something Ingrid had no intention of giving back to him. Rowan’s loyalty was beyond any doubt. Luc had already turned his back on her once before. Wasn’t something she was going to allow to happen a second time. When Rowan asked for confirmation Ingrid did a single nod of her head, ” Whether he is or not, he would be wasting his time. I won’t give him the chance to turn his back on me twice. You have absolutely nothing to worry about.” Ingrid told her, a serious tone to her voice indicating that she was deadly serious.
Really the only reason that Ingrid had let him back in was that he had been good at his job, even before being her second. Didn’t have to put him through the cost of training again… he could just jump right in and fill gaps, ” Feel free to give him hell for a while. I want to see just how serious he is.” Ingrid told her downing the last of her glass and sat there looking at the bottle pondering another.
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Post by ROWAN BISHOP on May 28, 2022 17:51:41 GMT
Heat that had nothing to do with the liquor Ingrid had poured for her – she could’ve had that whole bottle and not felt it, the same could be said for Ingrid too – rose into her cheeks. It was one thing being caught poking around in the affairs of your boss’ ‘friend’, it was another entirely to make it seem as though there was a genuine interest there. There was next to no time for that with the job. Some operatives, she knew, were married, some were dating, but often it was within the company. Those were the people you spent all your time with so it made sense.
Rowan held both hands up, her glass still caught in one to stop Ingrid from going down that road. Her boss was actually chuckling over it. Not much usually managed to crack Ingrid even that much. ”God, that makes me sound shallow,” she said on a snort. ”I wouldn’t … I couldn’t … if he’s like that all the time he’d drive me nuts within a day.” Perhaps that was why there was that apparently burned bridge between Luc and Ingrid. The ass hadn’t been enough to make up for all the other obvious problems.
There’d been the guy at the Grill anyway, until he’d apparently up and vanished from town. She was gonna chalk that up to poor timing, two ships in the night enjoying a burger and then drifting apart. Unfortunate but that was the way it went.
Rolling her upper lip between her teeth and her tongue, the taste of the liquor blooming across her tongue, Rowan studied her boss. Luc had laughed about having the gun pressed to her head but how would Ingrid had taken it if she really had been forced to shoot him? She swallowed hard, suddenly glad she hadn’t had to. ”I promise, I’m going to strictly hands off unless its absolutely necessary.” That might not be as easy to avoid as she was suggesting though. If Luc was really sniffing around hard then there was a chance Ingrid would eventually bend – although that would be like a mountain crumbling to dust in a heartbeat – and Luc would end up working here. A coworker with a seeming inability to hear the word no. Oh that would work out real well.
Ingrid was quick to reassure her that her spot was safe and Rowan supposed that was a relief. She’d worked her ass off to get here and Ingrid’s faith in her was a matter of pride here. She sipped from her glass, humming lightly. ”Hopefully he gets the message, I wouldn’t want to give him another reason to come sniffing around. What made him go the first time?” The minute the question was out of her mouth she was blushing harder, trying to wave her words off. ”Sorry, that’s me being nosy. You don’t have to tell me.” Despite what was happening now they were boss and employee first and foremost. Ingrid had always seemed to hold her personal cards close to her chest and she’d absolutely respected her on that. She wouldn’t pry, although the questions were burning in the back of her throat.
If it was something bad that had left him turning her back on Ingrid – hurting her in the process – then she wasn’t going to hesitate to make him pay for it. Loyalty went pretty far here. She grinned as Ingrid gave her free reign, pride shining in it. ”Oh don’t worry, I’ll be happy to put him through his paces. Is he coming straight into the schedule or should I put him through the training wringer first? There’s nothing that takes a man’s ego down than having him fail miserably on the training course.” Usually it would’ve been somebody else putting their applicants through the wringer but if Ingrid wanted her to she would handle this personally. As a raw recruit she’d had to fight every single second to be good enough to get taken onto one of the teams.
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INGRID NILSEN
Dragon
Posts: 47
Age:
Two Hundred & Eighty Nine
Occupation:
CEO Valkyrie Vali
Status:
Single
Partner:
Future: Luc Fornier
Played by:
Lissa
Last seen Nov 13, 2024 15:45:02 GMT
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Post by INGRID NILSEN on Jun 27, 2022 18:19:25 GMT
❝ If I Am Anything At All...
I Am A Dragon❞
This day was unlike many. Rowan was clearly picking up on it. She wouldn’t have been in here otherwise. Ingrid couldn’t really describe was Luc was like, at least not to her. To do so might reveal that her feelings ran deeper than she wanted to admit. When Rowan mentioned his decent ass that had Ingrid chuckling. Thinking about it just for a split second, no what this had been here was a show. They had both been putting one on, ” No… that was a show. He usually isn’t that bad.” Ingrid answered her. She wasn’t going to lie and say he was never like that… but he usually wasn’t so in your face.
Ingrid mentioned that it was probably best if she avoided threatening his life unless it was a threat she intended to follow through on. Ingrid didn’t really want to think about Rowan actually being forced to shoot him… anyone else walking in here as he had would have been shot instantly. Rowan would have done if Ingrid hadn’t of stopped her. Ingrid nodded, not really in thanks but in acknowledgment, ” Just avoid weapons…” Ingrid told her. Punching him… hell sometimes just by breathing he deserved a punch. Plus, Rowan probably owed him a few after today.
Ingrid revealed to Rowan that her job had actually been his once upon a time. Ingrid reassured her that her position at her side was safe, regardless if Luc wanted it back. Ingrid wouldn’t give it to him, not after what had happened, ” He will get the message eventually. Though he might not be gunning for your job…” Ingrid told her. It was a possibility, but that might not be why he was here. She rose her eyebrows at her a little when she asked that question, ” You really are full of questions today…” Ingrid remarked in moderate surprise though it was bound to happen eventually.
She found herself in an odd mood so found herself answering her question, ” He wanted the equal shares in the company. Felt that he deserved it. He had been with us since we were at sea. He did help some what to make it what it is today but not enough to earn him that big of a stake. So, I refused, and he didn’t like it. Wanted to make something of himself and parted ways… it wasn’t in the best of ways either.” Ingrid gave her the run down of what happened… and the way she said it put it nicely. It had been much worse to live through. It had been harder because of who they had been to each other at the time.
Wanting to end the discussion Ingrid then gave her free reign. To do as she seen fit… Ingrid smirked a little at her grin knowing what she was thinking, ” I leave that up to you. If you want to knock him down a peg or two… be my guest.” Ingrid smirked a bit. She actually wouldn’t mind seeing him go through the training. He might actually find it a little demeaning, which would make it even more fun to watch, ” Treat him like anyone else.” Ingrid told her, it just made it easier and that way he couldn’t accuse her of special treatment.
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Post by ROWAN BISHOP on Jun 30, 2022 17:22:23 GMT
Rowan had suspected that Luc’s behaviour had all been designed to get under her boss’ skin and Ingrid had just confirmed it. Most men attempted to be guileless, but the act was usually as obvious as a fish on a bicycle. In her experience they just weren’t capable of the subtlety, relying on charm instead. It didn’t seem as though Luc had been too lacking in that direction and he knew it just as well as Ingrid did. Rowan’s grimace edged towards a grin. Perhaps the charm had worked on her boss, in the past at least. There was some immunity to it now though, a shell thick enough that she suspected that Luc was going to have to do some real grovelling to break through it.
Until he did things would likely balance on a knife edge and Ingrid wasn’t going to hesitate to smack Luc from one side of it to the other depending on his behaviour. Or she would order her to do it. Rowan wasn’t one to turn her boss’ orders down in any way. That obedience had helped her scoot up the ladder. She held up her glass in a promise before she took a sip of it. ”No weapons,” she swore. ”Not that I’d need them to make him behave.” Hand to hand, especially with a woman besting you, was usually enough to make most men crawl away with their tails between their legs. It was pride, even in a world where what you were was far more important than whether you were male or female. By now most of the men she worked with had learned, but Luc was an unknown for her in that world, even if he wasn’t for Ingrid.
Some part of her wanted to follow each breadcrumb that Ingrid dropped about Luc, although pushing would likely have Ingrid withdrawing from this middle ground that Luc’s presence seemed to have created – one where work had disappeared, leaving what seemed to be an actual friendship behind. Rowan made a small sound of satisfaction as Ingrid reassured her about the job. She tapped her finger against her glass she swallowed the liquor. ”That’s reassuring.” The laugh rolled out of her as Ingrid hitched her brows. Her fingers peeled off the glass, warding off Ingrid’s remark. ”It’s not every day I get to see a piece of your past. I can’t help it, it’s left me nosy.” Perhaps if it had been just another operative she’d not have noticed half as much but in their own ways, both Luc and Ingrid had made it clear that something far more had gone on between the two of them.
In more than a decade of working with Ingrid she’d always made it a point not to poke too deeply into the woman’s life. Ingrid knew hers, of course, having found her just after it had been torn apart, but she’d been careful not to pry back. None of the other operatives seemed that close to her, which meant there were whispers, none particularly accurate. Rowan made a small pained sound at the news that Luc had wanted an equal share in the business. For as long as she’d known it, and that had been just a blink in comparison to how long the dragon had lived, it had only had one head honcho. ”It was his way or the highway, hmm? I can’t blame you for saying no. This is yours, your people follow you, not just the boss in the big chair.” There was a loyalty there that she’d never seen to anybody else.
It looked like whatever Luc had tried to do elsewhere had eventually fallen through. Rowan had to squelch a grin at that. Another kick in the teeth of Luc’s pride, perhaps one that had left him desperate enough to come crawling back. Surely he had to have known that there would be hoops to jump through, if he was allowed back at all. Business slipped back in then, at least far enough to build the ladder for Luc to try and crawl his way back up. ”We’ll see how he swaggers in tomorrow. If he needs it, he’ll certainly get it from me.” Rowan wormed a hand into the waistband of her skirt to retrieve her phone. She plugged in a memo to get Luc into CQB first thing in the morning – getting knocked on your ass at 8am was a fantastic way to start the day. ”Did you want to call it a day on work? Perhaps see if we can get Mr. Maddox to rustle up something half decent on room service?” There were plenty of dining options in town, but those always came with the chance of running into their newest hire – newest rehire.
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