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Natalia started to say something else, then thought better of it. Instead, she got on the elevator alone and watched the doors close before she bothered pushing the button to take her down to the first floor.
As soon as the doors were open again, she was out. She walked past people who were anxiously going to visit friends and family, barely sparing the security guards a glance as she strode by. They did not deserve her attention, the bastards. Of course, she was not finished dealing with them. Her next visit would be forced to go through them first. And the one after that.. and the one after that.. She sighed, shaking her head a little as she pushed her way through the heavy doors and emerged on the sidewalk. Alright. Time to go feel better before grabbing lunch.
She walked along, lost in thought. Damien was odd, she decided. One minute he was disapproving, the next he was helping her, but then afterward he seemed.. standoffish. Perhaps he was PMSing. That would explain a lot. Or maybe the stress of whatever his mother situation was had been getting to him. He should light one up and relax instead of getting all wound up about Andrei. She rolled her eyes at the thought. As if he would ever let loose like that. She'd met the guy twice and already doubted he even knew what having fun meant.
Her walk soon took her two blocks away, to a boring looking apartment building. It was easily passed by, but her target was standing right next to it, leaning against the corner that was easily shrouded by the shadow of an alleyway.
"Always a pleasure," he said, grinning at her around the joint in his mouth. "I've missed seeing that hot piece of ass 'round here."
"Shut up," she muttered, flipping him off. She didn't have the patience for his copious amounts of bullshit today. Turning a bit, she reached in her bag and pulled a handful of cash from her wallet, discreetly handing it to him.
"Somebody's desperate," he observed, his amusement clear. He pocketed the cash in a flash and slipped her a plain brown paper bag that was all rolled up, like a kid might carry to school with lunch inside. She smirked and tossed it in her purse, giving him a single nod before turning and walking off.
As soon as the doors were open again, she was out. She walked past people who were anxiously going to visit friends and family, barely sparing the security guards a glance as she strode by. They did not deserve her attention, the bastards. Of course, she was not finished dealing with them. Her next visit would be forced to go through them first. And the one after that.. and the one after that.. She sighed, shaking her head a little as she pushed her way through the heavy doors and emerged on the sidewalk. Alright. Time to go feel better before grabbing lunch.
She walked along, lost in thought. Damien was odd, she decided. One minute he was disapproving, the next he was helping her, but then afterward he seemed.. standoffish. Perhaps he was PMSing. That would explain a lot. Or maybe the stress of whatever his mother situation was had been getting to him. He should light one up and relax instead of getting all wound up about Andrei. She rolled her eyes at the thought. As if he would ever let loose like that. She'd met the guy twice and already doubted he even knew what having fun meant.
Her walk soon took her two blocks away, to a boring looking apartment building. It was easily passed by, but her target was standing right next to it, leaning against the corner that was easily shrouded by the shadow of an alleyway.
"Always a pleasure," he said, grinning at her around the joint in his mouth. "I've missed seeing that hot piece of ass 'round here."
"Shut up," she muttered, flipping him off. She didn't have the patience for his copious amounts of bullshit today. Turning a bit, she reached in her bag and pulled a handful of cash from her wallet, discreetly handing it to him.
"Somebody's desperate," he observed, his amusement clear. He pocketed the cash in a flash and slipped her a plain brown paper bag that was all rolled up, like a kid might carry to school with lunch inside. She smirked and tossed it in her purse, giving him a single nod before turning and walking off.