closed starter for @spellbindingnights [lyra/liam]
Word of her East Coast operations failing reached Lyra and as a Rainford, she held too much ambition and pride to let it crumble to dust. Before her jet — that took off from Birmingham, her city of birth and base of operations — could land at the JFK International Airport, she urged her informants to gather intel on what the motives behind such failure were. They were all connected and pointed towards an Irish mob boss that worked there, his name being Liam Sullivan. This man wasn’t dull-witted, however. The intel was brief, lacking further information on him and his involvement in business, perhaps because he was as clever as Lyra and concealed such information from even hackers, which strongly meant he was an enemy; a challenge for the British woman, a playful mission. She had to play her cards well enough.
Lyra’s influence upon her arrival in the States spread quickly enough to make her land in his office and await his arrival to face him. Despite his guards insisting that she wasn’t allowed to enter unless he was present, she ignored them and had her own bodyguards threaten them. While they awaited outside, Lyra’s bright blue orbs scanned the office that was neatly organized and was minimalist enough.
It didn’t take long enough to hear the door being open. Seated with legs crossed on one of the chairs opposite the one where he supposedly sat on, Lyra lifted herself up from the chair and turned to face the Irishman, a cunning narrowed gaze and smirk greeting him. Taking a few steps towards him, her head cocked to a side as their gazes met, her eyes then sliding down his frame to then rest once more on her enemy’s eyes.
“It is quite absurd to defy a woman, Sullivan. I would advise you to shove your snout somewhere where it belongs. Perhaps, a sewer. My domain shall not be taken by a pathetic Irish, unless you are asking for your own departure from this life. I’ll have it done without these fingers staining from your blood, if you wish.” Her smirk spreads into a grin, tongue running over her upper lip slowly.