@haeress wants a meeting…
She had absolutely no clue what was going on. One moment she was busy working in the Batcave on her cycles and the next moment Alfred comes in and informs her that there is a young lady who wishes to speak to her. Now, normally any solicitors would just be sent away. But from what she understood this guest was not an adult quite yet. And yet she came all the way to Wayne Manor? Whatever meeting she wanted had to be important.
So while Bryce went to quickly freshen up she had Alfred bring her to the drawing room, and give her something to eat and drink.
Bryce wasn’t quite sure what kind of mask to put on. The socialite/playgirl Bryce, business Bryce, or her actual self. In the end, she figured that she’d just test the waters and do a mix of masks. She could always play it off as being exhausted from partying too hard.
She arrived at the drawing room, dressed in a training suit from some expensive brand or another. Her acrylic nails playfully clacked against one another as she finished putting her hair in a sideways ponytail. Not her usual dress when she was home, but she still had to play the part… Just in case.
“Sorry for the wait! I was doing yoga, had to quickly freshen up. Alfred, can I get some tea as well? Thank you.” Looking at her guest she offered a sweet smile. “Bryce Wayne. So. What can I do for you?”
Drumming her fingers quietly against the binder she’d brought with her, she couldn’t keep her eyes in one place for very long. This was her first time in a ‘mansion’ that wasn’t inherently ‘Jersey Trash’, and- wow. Portraits, like eight couches, a fireplace, priceless art? It felt like she was in Knives Out.
Eventually, and thankfully before the desire to get up and touch something overwhelmed her, the woman she was here to see entered the room. Quickly rising to her feet (because she was respectful... certainly not because she was about to go paw at one of those vases), she smoothed out her skirt and turned toward her host.
“Hi, uh- Oh, wow.” She didn’t know how she was going to react when she finally got here. She didn’t think it was going to be that but- well, you never know how you’re going to react. She rallied though, quickly! No time to be star struck, she was so close. “Miss Wayne, it’s really nice to meet you. My name is Cleo-” She almost offers the full name, but cuts herself short. It looks like a hiccup, but the last part of that dreaded name doesn’t leave her mouth. “-Kyle. My name is Cleo Kyle, and I’ve been um... well I’ve been looking for you for a long time, ma’am.
I think you might be able to help me with something that’s been bothering me for... a few years.” Near to 18, but no more than that, certainly.
