Avé hardly blinked as she whitewashed her expression to feign interest to Jeff’s own concerns for his club. Eschewing from reacting to her presence in the place. She had to bite her tongue a few times, on issues she wanted to debate. But felt it unwise at the moment. “It all sounds very reassuring, the cameras, tighter security, locks… still, I don’t like to get screwed over. Whether it’s unintentional or not. You understand?“ She gave him a twisted grin to the rhetorical question, and continued.<br/><br/>“I’ll hold off on the muscle on my end. For now. Of course, those people out<em>there</em>-that have no business, or money enough to touch my things-shouldn’t even be allowed a glance. The last thing my employees need are stalkers. So, we‘d like to have private entrance accessible. For personal reasons as well, because, quite frankly…I hate these kinds of places.”<br/><br/>She lounged back into her chair, feeling good about the merger. Even allowing Dee another drink. “Nothing too strong. She won’t be able to walk out by herself soon.” She turned to address her bitch. “If you’re going to get sick all over my car…you know what will happen.” She aligned herself to face the desk once again. Speaking still as Jeff stood to refresh his glass. “Dee is one of my higher priced girls. I wanted her to get a glimpse of it all, before sending her to the wolves.” She sighed out a laugh and refused another drink.