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James led her away from the party and down a long hall, and then down some stairs. After a bit of walking he stopped at a large pair of doors....
Fluer's brows furrowed as she listened, her head tilting slightly.
Abel was watching her. He was frowning as well, but tapped his earpiece and went to follow.
She folded her hands. "What can you tell me?"
He smirked. "Very well. Come with me."
Fleur unhooked the necklace, leaning forward. "I know you might not enjoy talking about it, but.. It's important to me."
He reached out, resting his hand on the small of her back. "Oh? I think I can excite you, if you're willing to continue with my company."
She looked at Ferris uncertainly. "Well.."
He looked over at her, his expression stern, but not unkind. "You seem very attentive already."
"No," she said gently. "Did you.. Did you know anyone called Romero, when you were younger?"
"Manufacturing, of sorts. Nowadays it's rather good to be in, considering all the advancements."
Fleur waved her hands quickly. "No, no, that's quite alright. I suppose we were just wondering about someone you may have known."
"Yes, I suppose so," he said. "It's been rather successful so we figured it would be wise to split the work."
Fleur sat down, her hands folding patiently.
He nodded, taking another sip and standing straight. "Of course."
Fleur nodded, glancing back at Ferris. The house was dark and dusty, deep red curtains hanging past the windows and painting and statues lining...
He laughed lowly. "How mysterious."
Fleur glowered as her flush deepened, and she took Ferris's arm for a moment as she followed, dropping it once they were inside. "Я здесь не для...
He took a sip, looking thoughtful. "I run a business with my father. What do you do for work?"
She flushed slightly. "Нет, он не."
