Serendipity My Ass || Rory and Killian
The brunette released an agitated sigh, swiftly buckling the clasp on her briefcase as she rose. "I'm not a Tesco, Mr. Hastings, you don't offer me money and get a guaranteed return of services. I reserve the right to turn down jobs that I find to be particularly dull and pointless." Her petite frame was carried in a way that was casual but authoritative at the same time, the black dress she wore a testament to the fact that she believed in looking professional while maximizing on her femininity.
The blonde man before her blinked, and scratched his head, mouth downturned into a displeased frown. "I'm offering you a lot of money here."
Aurora's answer was a rather mocking laugh. People were horribly predictable and the amount of times she'd heard that line were practically uncountable. "You offered me a lot of money to forge fake pedigree papers for your dog. I don't do this for the money, Mr. Hastings, I do it for the challenge, and your job could be successfully handled by a 17 year old who only wants enough cash for a new iPhone." Rising to her feet, Rory smoothed out the hem of her dress before balancing the strap of her bag upon her shoulder. "Spanish, French, Greek, Russian, and German. Those are the languages with which I can reiterate my point if you need further clarification...but..." she cast a glance at the slim wristwatch on her left hand, "I've a far more interesting business engagement approaching, so I'd really rather not repeat myself."
With a curt nod, she swept past her would-be client. It did not, after all, bode well to be late for business with the IRA. Rory had done business with a few small scale organizations back in New York, but never anything of this caliber. Quite frankly she'd been rather surprised when she'd been contacted, not even sure how her name got spread to their ears. The brunette had said yes, not just because militant groups were not the type you said no to, but also because it meant recurring business that would most definitely challenge her skills as an artist of forged documents. Her steps were measured and controlled, but swift with brimming eagerness as she made her way down the sidewalk to the restaurant she had picked out.
Venues were always five star, the time always at a moment when that particular establishment would be busy enough that they had the safety of blending into public, but not so full that it become overwhelming and stifled any feelings of privacy. Rory was early, as she usually was, picking a table with a good amount of distance between it and other patrons. On her way to the seat, she'd told the hostess that she was waiting for a business associate, and when a man came in asking for May he was to be directed to her table. She never used her real name for business, and had been functioning under the alias since she was fifteen.
She was sipping on her ice water and carefully eyeing the door when she saw him. Slender fingers immediately clenched tighter around the glass. It was just coincidence, perhaps he was here because on of his oh so helpful lady friends had suggested it to him, or he'd actually gotten a map. But then she saw him approach the hostess, and a feeling of extreme irritation moved through her in roiling waves. The hostess turned and pointed at Rory's table, and it took every once of self control for her to not yell "FUCK THIS" and leave. "Serendipity my ass," Rory muttered under her breath, though she plastered a smile on her face, one that was shimmering and genuine, as if she were greeting a dear friend. Lifting her petite frame to a standing position, Rory moved to meet him at his chair. In the guise of a friendly hug, she whispered in a low voice against his ear "The feeling is mutual, but let's not make this any more difficult than it has to be, yeah? You get a free meal and then you get your papers and everybody walks away happy. We are but two colleagues enjoying a business dinner."
