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Zhavi was amusing and Andralyn appreciated anyone that could keep her amused. The cadence of her voice tickled Andralyn and she fought the urge to laugh as she spoke.
Sober up, Thatcher. Your’re on the clock.
 “Unlike yer man here, I don’t get caught.†Her grinned widened as Zhavi sat back in her chair.
Amused yet hardly impressed.
 “No… I suppose you don’t,†she mused looking back to Clove for a long moment, “You just get the middle man hung up in your wake of schemes. Tends to lead to messy, loose ends..."
Still Clove had some sort of attachment to this woman and Clove had never given Andralyn reason to doubt his motives. While she could boast her praises of all of her employees, he was one of her best and most loyal men. Knowing he was looking out for her as much as she was for him was endearing.
She waved off the comment before it could be dissected, “It’s true that I’ve been absent from the city for sometime and in my absence some new knave may have sprung up from the gutters eager to set sail for affluence on behalf of my misfortune.â€
Business had been bad. Almost embarrassingly bad. A lifetime in the business of procuring and she’d never had a problem holding her head high or making the competition turn tail for a smaller town. Now though, the competition was getting brave. Brazen even. Threatening notes left marked for her, employees intimidated in the streets, clients being stolen away with undercutting and false accusations… while this wasn't a new game, it was a far dirtier game and she hadn’t gotten dirty in quite some time. This time it was personal.
Clove’s little stint as a cover for his friend had come at a time when they were already under an immense amount of scrutiny and only added to the rumors that she and her house could not be trusted.
 She lifted a shoulder again, “Mine is hardly a business where competitors are hard to come by, but I suppose it never hurts to get an ear to the ground in more than one spot." Especially in this city...*
The waitress arrived at the table, and Andralyn acknowledged her with a friendly smile.Â
 “Wine please, rolenberry. Something.. sweet.â€Â
And in this city no one did a thing out of the kindness of their hearts. "What do you get out of this arrangement? "
Zhavi was amusing and Andralyn appreciated anyone that could keep her amused. The cadence of her voice tickled Andralyn and she fought the urge to laugh as she spoke.
Sober up, Thatcher. Your’re on the clock.
 “Unlike yer man here, I don’t get caught.†Her grinned widened as Zhavi sat back in her chair.
Amused yet hardly impressed.
 “No… I suppose you don’t,†she mused looking back to Clove for a long moment, “You just get the middle man hung up in your wake of schemes. Tends to lead to messy, loose ends..."
Still Clove had some sort of attachment to this woman and Clove had never given Andralyn reason to doubt his motives. While she could boast her praises of all of her employees, he was one of her best and most loyal men. Knowing he was looking out for her as much as she was for him was endearing.
She waved off the comment before it could be dissected, “It’s true that I’ve been absent from the city for sometime and in my absence some new knave may have sprung up from the gutters eager to set sail for affluence on behalf of my misfortune.â€
Business had been bad. Almost embarrassingly bad. A lifetime in the business of procuring and she’d never had a problem holding her head high or making the competition turn tail for a smaller town. Now though, the competition was getting brave. Brazen even. Threatening notes left marked for her, employees intimidated in the streets, clients being stolen away with undercutting and false accusations… while this wasn't a new game, it was a far dirtier game and she hadn’t gotten dirty in quite some time. This time it was personal.
Clove’s little stint as a cover for his friend had come at a time when they were already under an immense amount of scrutiny and only added to the rumors that she and her house could not be trusted.
 She lifted a shoulder again, “Mine is hardly a business where competitors are hard to come by, but I suppose it never hurts to get an ear to the ground in more than one spot." Especially in this city...*
The waitress arrived at the table, and Andralyn acknowledged her with a friendly smile.Â
 “Wine please, rolenberry. Something.. sweet.â€Â
And in this city no one did a thing out of the kindness of their hearts. "What do you get out of this arrangement? "
