<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/e7K4KcN.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Aidon Eus Thorne (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328299.msg15725041#msg15725041)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> William Westmancott Ultimate Bespoke Suit (https://i.imgur.com/2LB4nF6.png) <br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong> December 1<sup>st</sup> | Approximately 11am<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Pulling up to Tartarus<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Snow White Waldeck</span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>A quiet breakfast had followed the introspective silent morning. None of the personal that had accompanied him had said much of anything to him, beyond acknowledgement of his direction. Breakfast itself hadn't been anything worth making much mention of, but fast greasy diner styled breakfast was typically that way and it wasn't as if the little dive he had his driver take him to was anywhere fancy. Still it had hit the spot and now he was leaned back staring up at the roof of his vehicle. While the meal had satisfied him, to say it had lightened his mood would in this moment wrong. His phone back on and routing calls from those in the higher management back to him he had gotten the notification that his resort had started the season falling fully flat right onto their face. Sure, things had been tended to and the patron had been compensated by the management staff but it put him in certain sort of state.<br/><br/><br/>Opening his mouth to speak, his was silenced as the inner breast pocket of his jacket hummed. A small sigh escaped him inside of words as he tugged his iPhone free his pocket. Golden orbs narrowing and fixing onto the Caller ID before answering.<br/><br/>"Yes, go ahead William. What happened now?" he responded to his Operation Manager in his rough baritone that seemed to currently more growl the words than speak them. His accent was unmistakably Grecian, but it was bastardized with various American slang and dialect, a hold over from his life before rising to power but after having been outcast. A small smirk curled up onto the corners of his lips only briefly what he heard, waiting until full briefed he would just simply respond. "Ensure that Ms. Waldeck is paid by us, fully for her services and extra from the inconvenience for having to make the trip at such short notice along with her travel. Do me the favor of ensuring Mrs. Myles is made aware, would you?" he would add before disconnecting the call. Tucking his phone away, he had briefly considered using the phone to get an eye on the woman that had clearly blown away his staff member with her beauty, he opted to wait however and see her first hand with his own eyes. Ensuring that his staff foot the bill would at least ensure that his plan to meet her would have a greater chance.<br/><br/>His personal assistant said nothing, but the looming figure sitting close at hand turned his head over as he regarded Aidon, "Mr. Thorne, a spot of good news then I take it?"<br/><br/>Turning his gaze to the window, "Opportunity perhaps. I'll need you to do a few things once we arrive and look into somethings for me." He replied a bit distractedly, though it was different from earlier as wheels turned in those almond eyes, dancing with a calculated yet merry gleam.<br/><br/>"Mrs. Myles satisfied then?" The figure responded, his accept crisp and definitely British but bereft of any sort of emotion.<br/><br/>"Maybe? I can't say for sure, but I'm sure that she will be. I'll have to meet her in person, of course, but I'm more interested in who came to her rescue. Like I said, opportunity." Those golden eyes shifted back to his personal assistance, "Arrange that meeting, see what best works for Mrs. Myles schedule."<br/><br/>Pulling up, he would exit the vehicle while his staff immediately gathered his luggage and carry on. Turning to his bodyguard, "Smile, we're home." he would say with no such smile of his own. Leaning in close, "Charon, I'll text you what I need you to find out about little miss Snow White later." he would say in a hushed whisper before turning and heading in. His operating manager wasn't wrong in the slightest, he had heard of her and her family but what little he knew he was already eager to learn more. Brisk steps of a man with a purpose carried him forward, even if he knew he would be resigned to waiting until Snow White had made right what his own salon staff had blundered.<br/><br/>