The gang gets in situations a lot. have you ever had to deal with this NRL? I have!
Kerrigan groaned. Another decent meal ruined but crazy people. She pulled out some of Mr. Nuri’s cards and handed one to the staff person. “After Conor’s order is remade, I am sure our lawyer would like to hear all about this. Should this lovely human being wish to press charges she can first call Dreadnaught law firm and explain how she will be paying to replace Conor’s suit… How much was this suit?” She eyed Conor’s suit, knowing full well what it cost as she had been there that day when Mr. Dies had set it aside in favor of the color-matching set she wanted for the Gala. “Maybe 4000 dragons?” Conor winced, “This one was 5000. Mr. Dries is going to kill me himself if he finds out I let one of his custom suits get ruined like this.” The lady on the ground spluttered in indignation, “I knew you were living off her pocket change! Wait…” Her face went ghostly white. “Did you say that was a Dries suit? Zelgan Dries, the most famous tailor in Jinstain?” Kerrigan smirked, “Even if Conor
The Community center was alive with kids playing everywhere when they arrived. Jonathan came out to greet them. “Everyone got excited when the Colonel’s men started arriving a few minutes ago. They figured it meant you would not be far behind. Those that got to participate in the Gala have been telling the story to anyone who would listen. You two have brought new joy to them.” Kerrigan grinned, “Well they will be excited to know I have something new in mind for them. Actually, it might be something to keep this site viable after some remodeling.” “I am interested to hear what you have in mind,” Jonathan said, leading them inside his office. Kerrigan then set about explaining her plan. “For now, most of what we need is the main gym floor space, and a series of padded mats. That will be easy enough to bring in, and actually, the Colonel will be working on that this week. The rest just requires a commitment from the kids.” Jonathan sat back in his chair, pondering. “I assume they
The next day, Conor arrived early at Vokrizin. Kaylee had taken his suit to be cleaned, and he hoped the Karen woman would not make a fuss about it. After all, he had only asked for her to pay for it being cleaned. He was sure if he had wanted to be petty there were plenty of things he could have done to her. As he walked out of the elevator, Kaylee waved to him from her desk, “Mr. Brantley! Your suit is clean. The cleaner said it was simple enough, and while Mr. Dries may be displeased with you, it wouldn’t have any lasting damage.” “Thank you Kaylee for doing this for me.” “No problem! Oh, I have a few notes for you. Umm. Miss. Brooks called to say things are good in Targu, and she will be coming back in two months for the July quarterly reports meeting. Mr. Nuri is waiting for you in the executive conference room. I believe Andrew Harden is expected within the hour, but has not arrived yet. And the Colonel would like to talk to you later about something.” “You are a wonder, Kay
Kerrigan was nervous as she followed Conor into his office. She chided herself on that. After all, she was Kerrigan Lokir, President of Dragon Corporation. Conor was all-around kind and understanding, and so far, had done everything in his power to help and protect her. Yet here she was, jittery about being alone in his office with him, where that heated, passionate kiss had taken place less than a week ago. Her cheeks flushed at the memory. “What's going on?” Conor asked, his own nerves showing as he leaned back against his desk. Kerrigan chose to stand with her back against the door, instead of taking a seat. “As you know, The board is willing to let me come back to Dragon Corporation. The pretext is that they want me to fix what Kelan has broken, but If they really wanted that, they would have fired Kelan.” “Are you worried they are up to something else?” “They cannot fire me legally as Deinmaar, but a board of any other company likely could remove a sitting president. Dragon Co
The next day, Conor spend the morning helping Tina Bennet into her new office. She was only in her mid-thirties but already had a wealth of experience. Just from how she handled herself, Conor felt she would be an excellent addition to the team. “Miss Bennet, once you finished getting moved in, I would appreciate it if you would start talking with Jarad and Andrew Harden about some potential projects. Andrew will need you to assist in finalizing things with the community center, and after that, we will likely move forward with several other businesses that will need land or office space.” “Not a problem. Do you have certain ones that should be more of a priority?” Conor smiled at her professionalism, “I believe the insurance business will be first. For now, we will look for office space, but once we are more established we will want to own all of our own buildings.” “I am actually looking to add a few branch offices as each one covers a different part of the city. Perhaps if you ar
“Molly is that your brother?” Molly beamed, “Yes! I convinced him to at least come watch me.” “Think he will join in and help you all out?” “I don’t know. he is being stubborn and thinks this is for sissies.” Conor walked over to where Max was standing with his crew, most just old enough to be on their own, between sixteen and twenty. “Hello, Max. What do you think about what they are doing?” “Looks like fairy training. Gymnastics and such.” “Perhaps.” Conor decided to poke at the boy’s pride some, “Think you are strong enough to handle it?” “Strong enough? What are you playing at Brantley?” “Nothing. Just thought you might be hiding over here instead of risking being embarrassed by not being as strong as your sister.” Conor knew he was playing a dangerous game and this could provoke the kid into defending his pride violently or it might motivate him to push his own limits. “You calling me a weakling? What kind of strength do you think that kids' stuff takes?” Max said, his
Kerrigan played late into the evening, pouring her soul into the music. Master craftsman Gunther had been pleased she had graced his shop with her playing. She had set her violin down for dinner but the music called her back before long. Several patrons had walked in off the street at the sound of her playing, and the craftmaster likely had one of his best days. A few of the kids from the community center had even stopped in later in the afternoon with their parents and Kerrigan had paused her practice to greet them and helped them pick out a beginner violin. Most of these were only 150 to 300 dragons each, but being made by Craft master Gunther himself, even the inexpensive ones sounded amazing. Three of the kids had begged her for lessons, and being she was already here she agreed to do a few lessons with them. Her heart tore a little at the thought of leaving them when she went to Targu and she hoped the Craftmaster would be able to find someone to continue their lessons. If she
The next morning Kerrigan arrived on the roof of Vokrizin for their daily training session. Colonel Eli strode over to her but before he could start setting her to drills she decided to interject, “I actually wanted to talk to you.” “Oh?” “two things really. First, do you think tomorrow I could take the girls climbing? Perhaps Conor will join us?” The Colonel glanced to where Parker was sparing with Conor, “I don’t see why that should be a problem.” He looked to Reilynn, “You feel confident in training them?” “Yes, sis.” “Fine, I will requisition the gear. What size shoe do you were, Miss Lokir?” “Umm about 23.5 cm.” “Hmm ok. I will make sure to get you and Conor some. Be warned, they will be tight. These are not meant for walking, they are designed for grip. Don’t be surprised if they feel a size or two smaller than is comfortable. What was the other thing?” “I am returning to Dragon Corporation at the end of the week.” “Ah, I see. I will begin redeploying a detail. We still