It wasn't often that Zehra said something dumb... Much, much more likely the woman who lacked a verbal filter would crack a sexual harassment style joke, some comment made innocuous by the fact that she was utterly indiscriminate in her flirting, just the way the woman interacted with the world. Sexuality and sensuality was power, a tool that bosslady perhaps wielded just a little too much. But this... This was the exotic woman saying something to look Managerial, involved in decision making and on top of that, was a genuine mistake.  "Ohhhhh hecckkk no, boss. Not at all the time or place to lurk over his shoulder or jog his hand. For starters, dude can swear in six languages." Maybe, just a little, she was showing off a tad for Lexie... those huge eyes were pretty hard to resist, but also.. "Dude knows his business. He's a specialist, just like you or me or Lexie. He's giving honest assessments about how long it takes, and I assure you, he's included testing time. You wouldn't pay him if he did shoddy work that needed me of all people to double check him. No, you start breathing down his neck for no reason, his pride is going to start adding time to any and every task as something between malicious compliance and a, in my opinion, deserved screw you. He's got it." A thoughtful pause. "Unless of course you're meaning that he should rush so you can play with the toys instead of it being ready for the guests, well, that's on you for not communicating what you really wanted."<br/><br/>Besides, she was pretty sure Zehra had her own boat. A little frown as the expected bit of boss-employee overstepping happened...<em>Three makes the company? What does that even mean? At least it's not as bad as usual...</em>Kelea probably would have wandered off by now in any other meeting. She'd said her piece, knew her role and what her duties were. None of the meeting really interested her as much as tides and wind, thinking about the surf conditions on her beaches and where the best spot for her style would be. But little Lexie was there, looking adorable in her buisnessy shirt and notepad. To the surprise of absolutely nobody, Kelea never took notes, or at worst, scribbled something on her hand. But the earnest attention to details from the blonde was cute.<br/><br/>A scratch at an ear indicated the computer system was likely trouble, but still, Lexie could handle it.<em>Hey wait, isn't Lexington a city where she's from? Like maybe the capitol or something? Weird! I wonder if she was conceived there?</em>The billing system, however, that was deeply clever and got met with a nod of approval. She'd have to take advantage of that, sometime, on the few occasions leaving the resort was necessary. A lopsided, soft and still cocky grin met the look, aware that the hair touching could be seen as flirtatious, though probably unconscious knowing sweet little Lexie. "They always are, sweetie, they always do. You should abuse your power and book yourself a lesson sometime. " That was enough said, her gaze going back to the window...<em>I'ma have to do some night surfing to make up for all these tourists... </em>Teaching people to surf was fun, rewarding, sharing the sport she loved so deeply... But challenging, it purely wasn't.