Scarlett felt his eyes on her, she kept eye contact with him the whole time. His eyes were piercing, she almost felt like he could read her mind or something, the way he was looking at her. She hoped he couldn't, not all of her thoughts were ones she'd want to say out loud.<span style="font-style: italic">Like how nice that tie looked on him...</span>No. Focus.<br/><br/>"I don't think I can afford a 10% guy right now... Or a 90%." She admitted, embarrassed that she was in such a bad state financially. It wasn't necessarily her fault, she worked as hard as she could to earn the money she needed - it was just never enough. Living in New York was expensive. It was nice of him to offer and the comment that she was pretty didn't go unnoticed.<br/><br/>She was taken aback by Lorenzo's suggestion. "You want me to work for you?" She asked, her face clearly showing her surprise. She would have taken it, happily, had she not moved to tuck her chair in and accidentally hit the dead guy. Her eyes shot down to him and back up at Lorenzo. She needed to be polite, but also tell him how it was.<br/><br/>"You.. kill people. So, I'm guessing your businesses are anything but on the legal side. Right?" She was almost mumbling, her stomach twisting in knots. "I don't think I'm the person you're looking for." She stated, finishing her refusal.