Cian & Lan | The Docks 3:00pm
“Right, business.” Which, in her defense, she seemed to run ably. He had to respect that, even if he did nothing else. That was where he’d first met her, after all. These days, he found other venues for his work – the better to avoid her – but he supposed if she was going to talk to her own suppliers, he was hardly the one to point out the need for delegation. What else was he doing down here if not checking up? Not so different, in the end.
Not a mole, he thought, with the way she dismissed him. Clearly whatever he had to say wasn’t as interesting to her as needling Cian for awhile.
“Going well, I hope.” He could be cordial, when he had to be. “Got some of that myself. Trying to take care of it before I’m waterlogged.” A not-so-subtle hint that he had places he’d rather be (read: anywhere) than on this pier with her.