<em>Procure item. Specifics to be disclosed in person.</em><br/><br/>That was what the sheet had said. The language told him several things right off the bat. Corporate client, for starters, they always used terms like this.<em>Extreme discretion required</em>, it had said below that, as if the "in person" aspect hadn't gotten the point across. They wanted it kept quiet, which likely meant that it wasn't a legal job. Not a problem, such things were Johnny Morgan's bread and butter. He never had much use for the law anyways. Getting the job done was what mattered, and he always got it done clean, his clients liked that about him. But what had really caught his eye was the third line:<em>Substantial compensation upon delivery.</em>That was the only part he really cared about. "Substantial," that was a word he liked. It was a heavy-sounding word, like a tightly-layered stack of bills. Problem was though, that "substantial" didn't always mean the same thing for everyone. He never took a job without negotiating a figure beforehand, and receiving an advance. And it was always a favorable figure, he made sure of that. That was one of his talents, but not the only one.<br/><br/><em>Yep, corporate client.</em>And not just any corporate client at that. Brigantia Technologies was one of the biggest tech giants since the Reawakening. Johnny gave a glance around, taking in his surroundings. The office took up most of the top floor. Two entire walls were taken up by a row of windows, allowing a panoramic view of the city below. The desk - practically the size of a battleship - was some kind of dark wood, polished till it shone like obsidian. An enormous sigil commanded the wall behind it, probably some kind of family crest. A great garish thing; a tangle of Celtic knotwork inside a circular border, divided into three sections. It was the only thing hanging in the office, and the first thing which any visitor would see. Johnny smirked and chuckled to himself.<em>She's trying to impress someone, huh. Wonder who...</em>He turned his attention to the striking figure seated behind the desk.<br/><br/>"So Miss Tierny," he leaned back in his chair and crossed his ankle over his knee. "I understand there's something you need, and you want me to get it for you."