Re: Log: Iris & Isaac
[Business was something that Isaac simply had a knack for. His background might have been in law, his home might have been in a courtroom, but so long as he was in charge, Isaac was comfortable. And running his own business? That was definitely a place that Isaac was in charge at.
He was sitting at his desk when she was admitted, papers spread out around him, a top of the line computer set up on the desk with the screen currently darkened. Isaac was a sharp looking man, an angular face and slicked back hair, his suit something foreign in origin and cut to fit him just so. He glanced up as she entered and made a gesture to the chair across from his desk. "Have a seat. I'll be just a moment." He only spared her a momentary look before he was back at the papers, a scrawl of his signature on several pages before he tapped them into a neat stack and sat them aside.
Only then did he turn towards her, one leg crossed over the other, feet encased in polished leather, one brow arching as he finally took her in for more than just a glance. For all that she had talked upon the journals, Isaac would have expected something a little more dowdy. She certainly wasn't breathtaking, but he could see a certain fresh-faced beauty there. "Iris, I presume?" His voice had the slightest Southern drawl to it, something he tried to hide, but his upbringing came back to bite him more often than not it seemed.