Syn took a measured breath, letting the silence stretch between them.<br/><br/>“<em>You can address me as Ms. Tierny, Mr. Morgan.  Your understanding is only half correct. What I need.</em>.” she paused.  Hazel brown eyes  never leaving his face, she tapped the folder before with one finger.  “<em>is for you to understand is that the company requires your particular methods</em>.”<br/>The leather whispered in the silence as she pushed it across the desk towards him. The blood red polish stood out against the grey,  his eyes tracking the movement with a near smirk. She wondered if he knew that what lay inside.<br/>“<em>Before we continue Mr. Morgan you will sign the nondisclosure agreement. Take a moment to read over it</em>.”<br/>Syn patiently appeared to wait for him to move. This was the part of any exchange she dreaded. To distract her need to move, she kept her steady gaze fixed on him. His suit was cut to fit his athletic frame, and she appreciated the quality of the tailoring.  Syn silently debated which side his fire arm lay. The charcoal window pane helped conceal while drawing the eye to his broad shoulders. She supposed he often used his looks to distract. Growing impatient as the seventh minute ticked by, she caved first.<br/>She rose on long pale legs, leaning across the desk. Her hand grasped the folder, and flipped it open.  “<em>Mr. Morgan you waste my time. Sign here, or leave</em>.”  She picked up a heavy silver pen from the desk and extended it towards him, hoping he wouldn’t call her bluff.  She attempted a cold stare, but wasn’t prepared for the full impact of glacier blue eyes mocking her.  Long dark lashes blinked slowly and she barely contained a growl. His long aquiline nose set as straight as her stiffening spine, his full lips slowly turning up. “<em>This matter is time sensitive, and if you care not to continue, I shall have my next appointment shown in</em>.” her harsh tone conveyed more desperation then annoyance.<br/>She stood up to her full height, straightening her cream jacket with a brisk tug. Looking down at him, she extended the pen once more.<br/>