#ref: ronan musings

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ok leggo... sketch 1 for my adam/ronan painting

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"I'm not so much of a rule breaker as I'm disinclined to agree to an assignment without knowing what I'm getting into." Holding out his hand as an introduction, though he believed she knew who he was just fine, given she'd come straight up to him with ease despite there being a few other patrons at the bar. "Ronan Samuels. You are?" To be fair, Ronan was simply glad that this didn't seem to be some kind of mobster and certainly not an ambush from some enemy made in his previous career. "I wasn't given my usual client portfolio, so I'm lacking any clear expectations regarding hours, accommodations, security expectations. If you wouldn't mind laying that out for me, I'd greatly appreciate it before we move forward."

Kim hated having to have a security team, so she'd finally sat her father down and requested that they compromise at one singular bodyguard, and she got to decide who it was. She was somewhat surprised he'd agreed, but he had; though he'd made her take all the interviews in the hotel he had control over, with his security team pulling the whole cloak and dagger routine to get the men to the room to meet her securely. When her dad's head of security came up and told her this interview was off because the man wanted her to come down to the bar, she couldn't help that her interest was peaked. Ronan Samuels already didn't want to play by the rules, and she couldn't lie that she liked that. Maybe it meant he'd give her more leeway than the usual guards she had. Uncrossing her legs and standing she told Jim that she would meet him and he could stay close by if it made him feel better. Heading downstairs she recognized the man from his file photo sent from the agency and she walked over, a small smirk resting on her lips. "So, you're already a rule breaker, huh?" she teased.

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