Leticia cast her eyes around the office, swaying her hips as she entered. "Well, mister..." She paused, trailing off as she stepped around his desk, fingers finding and raising his little name plate, "Chief of Security, Chester Fredricks." She set the name down once again, and leaned against the side of his desk, taking a moment to pack away her glasses. "I'm sure my father discussed with you why I'm here. I'm afraid I need information on the situation upstairs, for the well-being of my father and his business." She spoke clearly and concisely, perfectly crimson-painted lips forming her words. "You'll be able to help me, right? I'm just trying to ensures daddy's safety."<br/><br/>The dragoness didn't quite bat her eyelashes, but she had a distinct pout on her lips, weight slightly shifted against her desk. "I'm sure you'd be able to escort me up there. My father would surely appreciate it."