Devrim smiled as she told him she loved the study area. It was indeed large, Devrim wanted those under his care to be well educatedin whatever interested them in their spare time.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"It's quite alright,"</span>He started as she quieted down. She said sorry but Devrim didn't see why she needed to apologize for being enthusiastic.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Perhaps once we get you prepared in other aspects of what you should know you can have a gander at what we have to offer. From light reading to information you can use to further your own abilities and capabilities."</span>The room grew ever so quiet before she once more spoke up. She began asking him what she could do to repay him. She was good with computers? Well, that's a skill he would like to have in his arsenal. Before she could go on rambling, she stopped herself with a soft 'fuck'. Devrim chuckled.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Isa, you can talk. I am here to listen to you, not just your 'boss' I guess you could say."</span>He thought for a moment. Devrim wanted to test her. Gauge her ability to find information on the big wide web.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Vivian Kane."</span>He said. As he said the name, he knew what else she would be able to find out as she searched. The things she would find on her, and himself. Devrim didn't care. If she was able to find it, well...more power to her. He would be able to use her to further his own goals rather than have an enemy find her and sabotage his plans.<br/><br/>Isa asked for permission to use the internet and Devrim nodded. She would need it after all.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Josiah will be able to provide you with the information you require."</span>He told her. She had already given him a time to expect her research by. Tomorrow evening.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"I'll be looking forward to it."</span>He said with a grin as the door opened to reveal Josiah. Apparently there was a call for Devrim.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Yes, have the call directed to me and I'll take care of it."</span>Josiah nodded and Devrim looked to Isabelle. She once again confirmed she'd have it done by tomorrow and Devrim nodded.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Good night, Isabelle."</span>And with that, Isabelle Cooley left the office. A moment passed before the phone on the desk began to ring. The tone was set low so it wasn't blaring around the room. Devrim recognized the number immediately. He sighed before waiting another moment, then picking the phone up.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Hello. How's the job going?"</span>He asked the voice on the other line.<br/><br/>The voice spoke about a person of interest that was heading to the city in the next couple of weeks for a party that would take place. Devrim nodded. He had heard of the party. In fact, Devrim was invited to it.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"I see. Thank you for the information. Contact me again when you have gained some more information. As for the other..."</span>Devrim's voice trailed off as the voice began to answer, as if anticipating the question before it had been said. Devrim laughed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"That is amazing. Great. Good night."</span>Devrim set the phone down and leaned back, staring up at the ceiling. He chuckled once more before standing up and leaving the office.<br/><br/>He made his way home with the company of his two bodyguards. The car drove into an elevator and a few minutes later the elevatore came to a halt. The car was then driven into a garage on the 47th floor of the building. As Devrim stepped out of the car, he made his way to the door leading into the penthouse. Walking past many cars. A Lamborghini, Ferrari, Bently, and a few others littered around the garage. The door slid open as he approached and made his way in. The penthouse was a simple one. On the opposite wall there were windows and a glass door leading out onto a balcony. To Devrim's left was a white hallway leading to a room and a small bathroom. Before him was a small sitting area with a large sofa and chair, as well as a small wooden coffee table with a chess board set on it. There was a game already in progress. A chandelier hung over the sitting area. A few feet away was a dinning table with a few chairs surrounding it. On the table there was a small potted plant. Above the table there was a hanging lamp. Further to the right was a kitchen, complete with grey and white cabinets, an oven, a fridge and microwave. There was also a dishwasher beside the sink.<br/><br/>Right before the hallway there were stairs leading to a second floor in the penthouse. On the second floor was a smaller sitting area, with books lying around everywhere. Books from economics to books on law. There were also a few medical books as well as some fiction. The sitting area also hosted another smaller balcony. To the right of the stairs there was a small office.<br/><br/>Devrim picked a remote up and clicked it toward the TV in the sitting area. He hated an extended silence in his home. The sound from the TV would be perfect in filling that void. He made his way to his bedroom on the first floor and opened the door. His bedroom was neat, sporting a large bed with a window beside it. There was a small desk with a few books stacked in a pile beside a computer. He walked over to the closet and pulled out some sleepwear, heading toward the bathroom for a shower.<br/><br/>Once the shower was complete, he dried off and made his way to bed. He was incredibly tired, and Devrim suspected the coming day would be nothing less. As he awoke and went through his daily routine of getting ready, he decided to stay home for most of the day. He hadn't had much to do this morning.<br/><br/>After many hours passed, reading books and doing some research of his own, Devrim's personal email pinged from an unknown sender. Clicking on the email, he was bombarded by almost eight pages of text. An audible chuckle to himself as he went through it and verified how much he had already known. Alexander Kilisia. He's new. Maybe Devrim should get back in touch with his long lost sister. He hadn't met or heard from her since shortly after she had moved to Italy. Other than how much he had already known, the report was surprisingly good. And since she found his personal email, she clearly knew what she was doing. This would be interesting to talk about. Devrim printed the documents and slid them into a folder before deciding to get ready for going to The Warehouse.<br/><br/>Once he arrived there at round about 4:30 PM, Devrim had sent Josiah to collect Isabelle. He waited for a few minutes and Isabelle came in. Devrim set the file on the desk in front of her quietly.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"So, this was all you dug up on Miss Vivian Kane, huh?"</span>His face was serious, just as his tone.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"Interesting..."</span>He said and a few seconds passed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">"I'm amazed. You are quite skilled at using the computer to your advantage. Matter of fact, I was looking for someone skilled in what you possess. Seems like fate would bring you to me, huh?"</span>Devrim smiled and nodded.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> "You're very good. Of course, I knew most of this information already. So I know it's not bullshit. And if you haven't figured it out already, Miss Vivian Kane is my younger sister. We, unfortunately, no longer speak to each other as often as we would wish. Again, good work. Now I would like for you to start training in other skills. Hand to Hand, Marksmanship, etcetera. We have trainers here, and most are taught in groups. I will accompany you to the first of these groups tonight. Starting with Hand to Hand. How's that sound?"</span>