Hanz-Eren stopped eating, put the scone down and leant forward with a grim expression. "I am sorry for your loss,<span style="font-style: italic">Fraulein</span>, I did not mean to..." He sighed. "In terms of employment, I do not believe I can be of much help. But, if you are interested, we could meet here, say, two days hence? At four. I can have a look around, maybe someone I know needs a secretary. In which case I will mention you." The offer was made sincerely, but there was an almost indistinguishable spark of hope in his voice. "I can make no promises, but if you are interested, we might discuss the matter over dinner. And I can see what I can do in the meantime. How does that sound,<span style="font-style: italic">Fraulein</span>?"<br/><br/>He resumes eating, eyeing Alexia carefully and gauging her response. There was a hint of apprehension about him. What he was apprehensive about, however, was anyone's guess. He drained the last bit of his tea and finished his scone as he waited for the reply. His eyes rested on hers, the grey gaze boring into her, as if trying to dig up her deepest darkest secrets.