Syn closed her eyes for a moment as she felt the flush rise to her cheeks. Burning, white heat coursed through her body, and she took a moment to savor the familiar rush of anger. She welcomed its chaos, and let it scourge the rising sense of desperation from her mind.<br/><br/>“<em>Dear Mr. Morgan really</em>?” Syn, turned her back on him as her voice softened, dropping a few decibels. With well trained poise she distanced herself from him. Her heels echoed in the vast space, each step taking her closer to her crest.  She glanced over her shoulder at him.  “<em>You insult me with your matter of your fee</em>.” Turning her head back to look one more at the symbol of all that was lost, she allowed herself one small moment to imagine backhanding the smirk off of his face.<br/>“<em>I cannot imagine for a moment that you did not do your research. We both know I will pay you every cent you asked for. In the folder is your initial payment, along with a card to charge all expenses</em>.” Pivoting suddenly, she quickly closed the distance between them. “<em>While your pretty face and talents make you desirable for this matter, you are here before me at my request. . Know this Morgan I do not take kindly to</em>” She paused to make sure his eyes never left hers, “<em>peasants speaking out of turn. Until you sign that form you are of no use to me.” </em><br/><br/>Syn leaned against the desk, and noted how he couldn’t hide the slight swallow of anger as her calculated pose pulled her coat a bit tighter. She pressed to the pen to her mouth, so the thick silver instrument brought his eyes to her pink lipstick.<br/><br/>Leaning forward, slowly, she offered out the pen. “<em>Kindly sign my form</em>” she purred, “<em>you are correct that I want what you have to offer</em>.”<br/><br/>At that moment she had to fight the urge to keep leaning forward. IT wasn’t often Syn bothered to take in a man for more than a few seconds to assess his threat level before dismissing him to a role.  Johnny Morgan, how ever was not a man to be dismissed willingly. At this distance she realized his hair was not just black, but so dark that it nearly reflected blue. Impossibly long lashes framed intelligent eyes. The genetics that gave him a firm jaw had to have come from a noble stock. In the silence she wondered how it would feel under her tounge as she captured a bit of sweat glistening.<br/><br/>“<em>Hmm</em>” Murmering, Syn leaned forward her frame an inch closer.<em>“Mr. Morgan, let me own you for a small period, and I promise your compensations will be more then worth it. After all we both know you need my money.”</em><br/>