Kiri Lee stalked about the room, exchanging perfunctory kisses and greetings even as she scanned about the room, looking for her next prey.<br/><br/>"Miss Lee. If you can just take a look at my portfolio-"<br/><br/>She gave a tight smile to the waiter before plucking a flute from him. He was only the third person that evening to try that. She was going to murder whoever decided to announce to the world, or the party at least, that she was an agent. "I'm sorry, but I'm off the clock tonight." She answered as politely as she could. "You can send it to my office though, and I'll be happy to take a look at it then." She had perfected the only after a few years of internship.<br/><br/>Her earrings flashed as she turned away to continue her greetings. Of course there was plenty of things that she would rather do, but the schmoozing was part of the job description, a job that despite all of her gripes and complaints, she loved in the end. And...<br/><br/>She licked her lips, tasting the champagne on them.<em>Not just because of the eye candies either, although they've got to be one of the bigger perks.</em><br/><br/>For that particular evening, she had exchanged her usual, no-nonsense crisp suit and forgo her fondness for leather for a black silk dress that hugged her slim frame, a result of hours with personal trainers and her...hobby. Her dark hair was pulled up into a French twist and a pair of high heels clad her feet, both designed to give the diminutive woman a bit more height.<br/><br/>Having to pretty much fight her way through most of her life, Kiri had developed a personality that served her well in the fashion industry, and especially well in her little corner of that world. Always pushing her boundaries and with a penchant for entering into new grounds through a combination of gut instincts and calculative analysis, she had managed to make somewhat of a name for herself in the field that she worked in. Her newest project, however, was proving to be a bit more challenging than she had first anticipated.<br/><br/><em>Though...</em>She scanned the crowd of people for a certain red head.<em>I might be able to solve that little problem of ours.</em>As a general rule, she usually didn't allow herself to become particularly invested with any designers, but Talia Humar was the exception. A rising star, Kiri was sure.<br/><br/>She spotted said red head over by the table with the chocolate fountain, surrounded by a gaggle of giggling girls. Rolling her eyes, she moved over and slipped an arm about him. While she would love some playtime, when Kiri was at work, her concentration was fierce, and damned be anyone who got in the way. "Patrick, darling," Her voice fair purred. Only those that knew her would detect the tone of irritation in her words, "play later, dear, work now." And the over use of endearment was usually a clear indication that her patience was wearing thin, as was the pinch in the corners of her lips even as she smiled. "Come, there is someone that I want you to meet." She said as she began half-lead and half-drag him over to Talia.