At the mention of his father's murder, her interest was piqued, and she sat upright, her eyes fixated on his face. She leaned on the table, chin resting on her palm. There was a genuine spark of curiosity in her golden eyes, and as he spoke, her inner demons roared with laughter. Wayne Enterprises, once as dirty as her own family business. The thought was outrageous. Staring at the man across from her, she did have one thought...what would it have been like? If he hadn't cleaned up the business, this striking man before her would have already been a partner of the family... The Moretti's supported by Wayne Enterprises, or even the other way around? They would be unrivaled, untouchable.<br/><br/>It was a nice thought, at least. She was off in her own little world, staring at him, and hadn't realized he'd asked a question. She snapped out of it, refocusing on him. "Sorry...you..." She couldn't help but smile genuinely. "You distracted me." She glanced down to his lips, then moved her eyes back up to his. "Well, currently, I'm the CEO of a growing operation in Canada, and I own a chain of dispensaries and smoke shops. I also do some work for my father every now and then." What she did not mention was the fact that her father sold weapons to gangs and was strictly black market dealings. Sitting across from him was like looking at the other side of a coin. All her life, she'd only dealt in darkness, knowing only the criminal underground. She was what he had gotten rid of.<br/><br/>"But I'm here to expand business. Real estate." She gave him a grin. "For some reason, my father's interest in Gotham has increased recently. 'Unseen potential', he called it." She shrugged as she leaned back in her chair again. "We never see eye to eye, so I don't quite understand what he sees here. But orders are orders."