A pad and pen were drawn from Svetlana's pockets, and as his hands roamed her fingers raced to take down the information being imparted to her.  The lack of palpable response to his touch, her collected demeanor and focus on note-taking were all a testament to her professionalism more than a a sign of disinterest; to maintain control under pressure, sexual or otherwise was rather an important quality for a woman in her position, one that an alarming number of her fellows wrangled with unsuccessfully.<br/><br/>The drug-laden envelope is pocketed and the glossy photograph looked over carefully; the latter prompted a thin and almost predatory smile as Jennifer's features were carefully studied, and when it was all done - complete with a smack on the bottom for good measure - she simply nodded.  Instead of leaving, however, she leaned forward slightly to lay her hand gently in Dmitry's lap and trace the tips of her fingers along the outline of his growing bulge.<br/><br/>"I will be here at 9:30, so that we may review the footage before the meeting," she said simply in soft and smoky tones, and with that she stood and turned crisply to exit his office.  "I will wander the hotel's lobby until I have seen her; I would prefer not to approach her as an official member of the staff."