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George leaned back in his seat and laughed, "or a very bed trait. Burning one's tongue is a very real hazard when drinking too quickly. It's just a vice of mine, too good to pass up a good roast." A smirk slowly crept across his face as she mentioned confused girls. There was something deeper about the way she said it; it intrigued him definitely but he wouldn't invest too much in a prospect that didn't get the job. If he did end up hiring her, maybe he'd look into it. "Fair enough," he shrugged nonchalantly and waited for her to get comfortable, maybe waiting a bit longer than necessary. He wondered if she was at ease under his gaze or if she was slightly perturbed by his long pauses. George liked to keep people off center until he knew if he liked them or not. He'd done the same to every person in his life and now they were very well taken care of members of his family. Dash was still very new. He grinned broadly, glad she chose to answer with honesty rather than trying to make-up something she thought he'd want to hear. One of the previous interviews had a young man who had spent the entire time trying to read George, it didn't go well. "So are you the type to live on the edge or are you trying to push yourself into new and unexpected things? There are only a couple people who would answer an ad like that. And some of them are the kind that I don't want working for me --" he watched her carefully for a beat and then reached for his cup for another sip, "tell me about yourself. Why do you think I should hire you?" He was well aware that he hadn't told her what the job was.

Job Prospects || George & Dash

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George liked the look of the girl before she even sat down. The others he'd seen that day had been almost too casual to the point of overly comfortable. He didn't mind comfort, but it was still an interview. At least she looked like she pulled herself together where the others had looked like they had simply just rolled out of bed. He liked to see that she had a personality at the very least. "This is my second cup," he grinned crookedly, "I actually drink quite fast." He shook her outstretched hand before gesturing to the seat across from him, nodding at her explanation. "I like a girl who knows what she wants. Dash it is," he peered across at her before nodding to the server, "do you want something to drink? I was going to order myself a danish." After waiting for her response and sending the server off with the order, George observed her for another long moment before leaning back in his chair slightly. "What made you want to answer the ad? And don't worry, I don't need a long list of your ambitions, I just want to know what caught your attention. Is it lack of money? Is it intrigue at the idea of a description-less job? No answer is a wrong answer," he chuckled, curious about her reaction to a little bit of mystery. This was never going to be a typical interview.

Job Prospects || George & Dash

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George gladly took the distraction of a beautiful woman in favor of focusing solely on the screaming child. It was a definite improvement to the morning. "If he even makes it that far, I'm sure there will be a number of people wanting to fulfill that action before he gets to puberty," he offered with a chuckle. Before he had a chance to appropriately greet her, the mother of the child drew attention to herself by dragging the kid outside. Either she was tired of the screaming or the fact that every eye in the place was on her and judging her. And either way, he counted that as a win. Looking back to Jamie, he smiled, "I've only been in town for a couple of months so I don't know if they come here very often. What I do know is that this place makes a very good espresso, best I've found so far." George stepped forward a bit as the line moved up, getting closer to his goal. "Even a screaming child couldn't keep me away from that," he grinned his crooked grin, "what about you? Would that really deter a woman like you?" He stepped forward again, finally reaching the front of the line to order his espresso and pastry. Then he gestured silently to the cashier that he would cover Jamie's as well. Chivalry was not dead when it came to Giorgio Scarlatti. He enjoyed being nice in aspects of his life because others were so dark. In his eyes, it evened out quite nicely. Stepping to the side to wait for his order and for Jamie, he leaned against the small counter.

She tried to hide her grin behind her hand but it was so hard not to want to laugh. The child was being awful and she didn’t understand how a parent could just let it go on without uttering a single word. Even though she had found some amusement in this she was also making sure that she’d never be quite like this when it came to her own children. If she ever had any. Her eyes trailed back to the man and her grin faltered slightly at his serious expression but soon the grin was back. He certainly had her fooled. “I’m sure it can but if anything when the kid is in his teen years, she’ll want to do the job herself,” she joked. Any sort of humor to Jamie was funny though of course she tended to use the lighter kinds because of her job at the daycare. Sullivan straightened herself out a bit and grasped George’s hand. With a gorgeous smile she replied, “Jamie. Nice to meet you, George.” She let go of his hand after awhile and looked at the mom as she finally dragged her kid away from the establishment. “Now my ears won’t bleed,” she sighed. Jamie turned back to look at George with a small pout on her face. “Have you lived here often to know if they come here a lot?”

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Job Prospects || George & Dash

George liked to have a couple of young, intriguing people on hand for his business. He found it was easier to keep a lower profile if he had people who weren't directly involved with his job, but still they were people who he could trust. Usually it wasn't hard for him to find one, an intern of sorts. An intern with significantly better pay than the usual title would offer. Unfortunately, this town seemed to be devoid of the exact kind of personality he was looking for. Maybe he wasn't looking in the right places, maybe the right personalities were just hidden somewhere beyond his sight. Either way, he felt like he was lacking. Which is why he took out an ad in the local paper, something he never thought he'd need to do. Interviews weren't his ideal, and he'd already turned away three individuals before they even sat down. He could just tell that they were wrong. Feeling a bit discouraged, he took a long sip from his coffee when his next appointment caught his eye. This one he could already tell was more promising than the others. "Here for the interview?" He used that term loosely, it was less an interview and more a quick conversation so they could get to work immediately.

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George was drawn away from his stare by a voice. Turning in the direction of its origin, he found himself sharing a line with someone of the same mind. It was funny how waiting for coffee with an annoying background sound could bring a community together. "Oh, that can certainly be arranged," George said, his face remaining in a serious expression for a long pause before he cracked a grin. Sure, there was an air of truth to it but it was best not to alarm the locals or reveal his true nature to a complete stranger. He'd pass it off as a simple joke, dark humor being one of his favorites. "George. And you are--? I figure I should get the name of the person sharing my annoyed-getaway, it's only fair I know who to send the postcard to," he laughed, holding his hand out in greeting.

All she had come in here to do was to get a cup of coffee but here she was having to hear a child screaming at the top of his lungs for the damn sweet that he wanted. The mother just ignored the toddler completely and that bothered Jamie even more. She loved kids but the ones that were bratty and had parents that did nothing about it. Her eyes took a glimpse down at the watch wrapped around her wrist and sighed at how her morning had seemed to have started with an annoyance of sorts. The man in front of her said something then which made her laugh even though she tried to hide it but failed. She stepped a bit closer as she didn’t want many people to hear as she said, “I think the mom should be taught a thing or two as well.”

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George twitched slightly, the screeching toddler across the way from him doing a number on his nerves. Usually things like that didn't bother him, in fact he was rather fond of children - but the little boy throwing himself onto the ground in the cafe left something to be desired. But no matter how annoyed he was, George refused to move from his spot. He was there first and he was a bit stubborn, so instead he stared and prayed that they would be ushered away. "Sounds like somebody should be told 'no' more often," he muttered but apparently not quiet enough.

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"I'm sure you will," George smiled at the brunette as he threw some cash down on the table to pay for his drink and led her to the exit. Outside, a hired car waited for them. It was a company that would guarantee anonymity which was important for him. Opening the door for her, he waited for her to slide into the car before closing it and crossing to the other side to join her in the back, calling to the driver to get on the way. The address was already pre-informed, George could have said nothing and the driver still would have driven without problem. "There is no need for you to be worried," he stated, not looking at her but addressing her in his classic unnerving way. George was quite skilled in the art of keeping people off their game but he didn't mean to do that at this moment, Lily being nervous could actually be worse for him. "I would never allow you to be in any kind of danger, I simply need you to be a distraction. So just relax, enjoy yourself. Have you ever been to the Italian embassy? That's where we'll be heading. We'll be surrounded by world leaders, dignitaries, many numbers of people who won't remember our names in the morning," he explained with a slight smirk. If everything went according to plan, he'd also be getting an alliance with a fairly high up Italian dignitary but he wouldn't want to risk the situation. Tonight wasn't a particularly dangerous move which was why he felt alright using it as a test run for Lily. "There will be plenty of obscenely priced champagne and tiny foods that have ridiculous names and equally ridiculous ingredients. Just enjoy yourself."

Cloak and Dagger || George and Athena

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George would be lying had he said that her clear confusion hadn't amused him. He enjoyed being the person in the room with the most intrigue, it's part of what made him so good at what he did. If his enemies, or even his allies, didn't know a ton about him - they couldn't use anything against him. He chuckled at her confident answer, it sounded somewhat rehearsed though given her line of work he imagined she had many practiced lines, "we'll see just how capable you are." Tipping his glass back, he finished the last remaining dregs of his drink before glancing back to her. He placed the glass back on the table with a resounding thunk and squinted at her, sizing her up, "yes, I think you'll do nicely. Just remember that this won't be what I can assume is your typical evening, so don't think your script will work for everything." He chuckled, standing from his chair, "come, lets go. We can drink more when we get there, there's no need to keep the masses waiting for your beautiful image." George stopped next to where she was seated and extended his arm to her, "mademoiselle."

Cloak and Dagger || George and Athena

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"Now, that's a face I would never forget," George observed, seeing the large man approaching.

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George watched as the young woman made her way through the bar, pleased to see that he was getting precisely what had paid for. Professionalism was important, but now it was a matter of if she could handle what was needed of her. Could she pull off the tasks he'd need of her? That was why he had decided to take her out on this trial run, a small business deal that wouldn't be ruined if she couldn't hack it amongst the people he dealt with. He held her hand in his longer, bending to place a soft kiss across her knuckles before moving to pull the chair out for her, "I have a few things I'd like to discuss, things I couldn't say on the phone for security purposes. You understand?" He crossed back to his seat and settled himself, watching her carefully for a moment. "I want nothing more of you tonight than to be on my arm and act as my companion through the event we'll be attending. Part of the reason I went through private channels and found you was for pure anonymity. I needed someone who could look the part but had an air of mystery." He paused, bringing his glass to his lips. "You need to be as charming and engaging as I imagine you are well capable of, you are the red herring of a sort. You pull the attention off of me and allow me to do a deal without notice. If everything goes without a hitch, maybe I'll consider you for a more permanent contract."

Cloak and Dagger || George and Athena

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George sat himself at the back of the bar, back to the wall and well aware of all entrances. That was the life of a man who had made a few enemies in his career. Granted, most knew that if they were to try anything that it would be their last thought, but he still liked to be safe. It was a habit more than anything. He sat and watched the small crowd in the nondescript bar. He didn’t go for anything flashy, but definitely for something with class. He didn’t slum. Which brought him to the thought of his company for the evening. She’d find him by spotting the singular white rose in the vase on the table, that was what they had agreed upon when he had called. He did his research, he needed someone who could look the part and be believable but wasn’t well-known enough to draw attention. In fact, he was fairly certain no one in his circle of acquaintances would be any the wiser. Sipping his scotch, he spotted someone come in his direction. George had to admit, she was stunning. Perfect for his need this evening. Standing to greet her, he extended his hand, “You must be Lily. I’m sure you understand the importance of meeting here first, privacy and all that.”