Shadows Stir(Closed)

Keylee for her part had a quiet day. A great day really in her books as she'd wrapped up yet another contract with a defense firm, handing over their requested data this evening. It had been a relatively normal and easy contract, well easy for her given the talents she possessed. Right now Miss Lorel could not be more pleased with herself as she dropped off her luxury aircar with the valet.

Coming into the lobby of the Onirta'gar Towers, she was grinning brightly with a bounce in her step. With that contract signed sealed and delivered with the goods now in the hands of her employer that had hired her to steal a competitor's designs for a brand new fighter engine that looked to be one of the most advanced the galaxy had yet seen.

Not only was she hired to steal those plans, but to wipe the competitors computer of any trace of the project, or any ties relating to it so that should it ever reach the courts for this tit for tat stealing of one another's plans, there was no proof that said company had ever made the device in the first place. And thus, no proof of who actually created the device in the first place, stopping all litigation then and there.

As complicated as it sounded, being the slicer she was, this was just what she did, and with her talents these kinds of things that most people, most slicers could never dream of doing, she could do practically in her sleep. There was simply no one better than she when it came to hard-hitting systems, like defense firms, and weapons manufacturers, even food companies.

For the record, food companies have better security in both their networks, and their buildings than ninety-nine percent of the governments in the galaxy. One does not mess with food companies unless your last name is Lorel. For they were literally the hardest companies to break into their networks to take anything at all, even just a memo took months, if not more, and that's if you were lucky. And that was if you were also lucky enough not to get caught in the process.

"Evening Miss Lorel, I do have to say I know that smile. Seems you have had a superb day." The doorman said warmly to the slender brunette, who happened to be dressed to the nines in a lovely dark red dress, carrying a small ivory clutch.

"Oh, definitely, it has been a good day. Closed my latest deal, and you know how ecstatic that makes me. Then I got to celebrate a little bit with the company I did the contract for, talked about future plans, and then got to enjoy a fine glass of wine at Isolated Diamonds." Isolated Diamonds happened to be an exclusive lesbian club for the rich, the kind where heiresses and the super-rich hung out, the kind of club that required one to pay yearly membership fees well beyond what most people made in a single year. "It's absolutely been a fabulous day."

"Well, Miss Lorel I don't think your night is quite over. There is a rather important looking gentleman that has stopped by for you, I'm guessing business." He said a bit sadly feeling like he might be putting a damper on her evening.

Keylee nodded to him slowly. Usually, she didn't get people just stopping by her home. Though, it was known she worked solely on referral. So whoever it was already had to know a current client of hers which helped to put her a touch more at ease of walking into her penthouse without knowing just who was waiting for her.

She shook her head, smiling sweetly as she stepped into the turbolift but held the door long enough to reply, "Thank you Maylor. I suppose my work is never quite over, but it pays the bills and keeps me happy. So one can only complain so much." Then she released the door and headed on up to the penthouse.

When the doors opened to her home, she spied the man that Maylor had spoken of. Without batting an eyelash, Keylee stepped to the closet by the lift and hung a small white shrug inside along with her clutch before she reached down and removed her stilettos one at a time and placed them neatly inside next to dozens of others. Then Keylee closed the door and turned towards the living area where the Lord of Kuat was seated. She still said nothing, looking completely undisturbed, or bothered that he was here.

Her next move was to cross the room to the wine cooler where she selected a rather fine bottle and poured herself a glass. "You know I highly recommend the Corellian Pinot Noir 2983 it's a good year. Nice, fine and sweet with hints of berries and stone fruit. However, I see you've already found yourself some liquor. I just personally prefer fine rare wines. Though, I keep things like that for my dear guests." Keylee still didn't seem bothered in the least by his presence.

With a soft sigh, she ran a hand through her long brown locks, pushing them back away from her face before settling into a rather fluffy chair across from him, tucking her feet beneath her while leaning against the chair arm, finally taking a sip from her glass. "Is there anything I can offer you, perhaps something to eat? Perhaps a glass of the wine I just poured? You need only ask, as you are a guest within my home."

Another pause as she leaned back to get a little more comfortable, "So, tell me how may I assist you, Mister....?"

Solomon Zambrano