It was not so much Christina not understanding the situation but more that she did not care, or so it would appear. Her mind was at a far advanced level than his, possessing the ability to take in every detail of her surroundings, process it and conclude the best way to accomplish their goals with minimum effort through the process of communication. Here was a foreign man attempting to fulfill a job that sadly has him on her doorstep. She was a wealthy woman who sold hundreds of artifacts to people who possessed more. Greed was but one sin her client list possessed and if he thought the slight drop of scandal would scare her, she would not be very good at her job now would she.<br/><br/>She rose from her chair and reached down to straighten the tailored jacket of her work suit that did little to muddle the shapely figure beneath its fine material. A drawer was pulled out nearby which seemed to shift the mood in the air as she walked to the side table. She grabbed two items only, a cell phone and a set of keys while motioning for him to follow her out of the office. The hallway and then the large entry waiting area seemed to brighten when she entered them, moving through to leave slight shadow behind. It almost made one wonder if it was simply a healthy glow about her or something else. A rational mind would ignore such a small detail and give an excuse of say a cloud clearing from the sun or motion sensors with light adjustments overhead. This was a rather modernized facility.<br/><br/>The sound of her heels clicked along the marble surface and then the pavement of the sidewalk outside, leaving him in the fragrant scent of her subtle perfumed fused with her natural pheromones. Christina glanced across her shoulder to give him a smile before indicating he walk to the street side of this year's BMW coupe model. A click of a button had the doors unlocking and she lowered herself down with fluid ease. Once they were in the quiet of the car's cabin, she shifted to face him with a rather bemused expression. The light still sparkled within her eyes and a soft smile brushed across her lips. It was clear she had something to say.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"I want you to understand the situation you have entered. A man of many talents, I presume, should know what position I sit in. You hold no jurisdiction in my country and are but grasping at straws. The company I work for have the best lawyers available to handle any situation, even one concerning a possible former client and what happened to them. We are not inclined nor obligated to let you anywhere or tell you a thing. And yet, Mr. Price..."</span>Christina was grinning like a Cheshire cat, shifting to sit properly within her vehicle that smelled of leather and spice becoming mingled with her own scent, hand sliding over the ball of the gear shifter with intimate familiarity.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">"I'm fully cooperating to help you solve your case. Keep that in mind before you formulate your judgments." </span><br/><br/>Her thumb indented the button on the dash to start the engine with a dull roar. Her items sat in the tray between them and she had to use the steering wheel controls to lower the volume of music suddenly blaring out of the speakers, trendy and modern German music. She thrust the car into reverse coming to a hair's length away from the SUV behind them before turning the wheel sharp and pulling them expertly into traffic. Her eyes left him feeling the loss of her gaze, focusing now on the world around them.  They were only minutes away from the restaurant, traffic the main contributor to her being late to a lunch that had her mind working overtime to contemplate the sloppiness of the others. She would do what she could to stall Jason Price, but there would be consequences she would see carried out. It angered her that the carelessness of some had placed her in this situation, her driving failed to show the irritation boiling just beneath the skin.