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Ianto Jones (iantojones) wrote in silverage,

The man had no idea who handled payroll. Clearly he had some reorganizations to do. It would take a few weeks, especially since he didn't have a computer, but he planned on making sure there wasn't anything strange going on with the books or any other aspect of the company. Stark was an eccentric, but he obviously wasn't a bad person. Ianto had good instincts most of the time... it helped with Torchwood. If he was ever unsure he brought in Gwen... she was the best judge of character he'd ever met.

He missed her already.

Ianto mentally did the calculations in his head. At the inflation rate back home he'd be making nearly $110,000 a year. It took him a moment because he first had to covert to pounds then dollars, but he kept a straight face. It was definitely not a bad salary. He'd be able to pay for him and Jack to have a very nice flat in the city.

"That will be fine," he finally said, nodding his head. "Thank you." It was more than fine, but he was covering up his excitement. He didn't want to act younger than he already was.

"Where we're from... there's this rip in space and time. We call it the Rift." He was going to be vague, but explaining the Rift was like explaining a complicated maths problem, and he'd never been much good at it. "It's why our organisation was established... to protect the city from the Flotsam and Jetsam that slips through. We think we slipped through and ended up here."