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Post by Yannick Haas on Jan 11, 2016 7:43:57 GMT -5
Yannick sat in his office, penning through paperwork he needed to complete and mulling over things he'd need to discuss with the family regarding this ridiculous wall that had been erected recently. The workload was growing and the Haas' means of completing it was shrinking, which only served to anger the young drug lord. Killian and Engel did the surveillance they could, gathering intel on possible recruits - primarily strongmen and retrieval specialists - due to the amount of people they'd been cut off from. Intel led him to Ira Defaire, Macht's woman, among several others. So, he fetched Killian to bring her in, while he continued going through his paperwork. He had a job for her, if she was going to take him up on it. Ira Defaire |
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 20, 2016 17:31:31 GMT -5
She is beauty, she is grace.
 she will punch you in the face.
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"Would you like coffee, tea, or me?"
She propped her feet up on his desk.
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Post by Yannick Haas on Jan 21, 2016 3:11:44 GMT -5
The sound of the door to his office opening and closing caused Yannick to curiously glance upward for half a second, time enough to catch Ira walking in and toward his office. "Defaire," he stated in acknowledgement. His attention returned to his paperwork, however, right up until she asked her odd question and kicked her feet up onto his desk. The man frowned at both, looking back up at her and setting his pen down. He leaned back in his chair, elbows resting on the armrests and thumbs supporting his chin, fingers crossed before his nose. Casually, he rocked back and forth, leaving the girl in silence for a moment.
She should be honored, considering Yannick never meets people personally. Circumstances were special, however, and it was for that reason he wouldn't put a bullet in her head for the instant showing of disrespect. He sighed quietly, then immediately decided to move on to business.
"I have a job for you."
Spoken simply, he laid a file out before her with all of the information inside. A simple surveillance job, to do recon at one of his safehouses that had been raided by the Apostles. She was to go with Killian, should she accept the offer in the first place.
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Post by Ira Defaire on Jan 21, 2016 3:31:02 GMT -5
Shrugging to herself, Ira removed her feet and stood up almost immediately, her height laughably small. Her fingers brushed on the surface of the file as they tightened their grip, and she stride out, past the door, to find Killian.
"Let's go." She said with a cocky grin.
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