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
Kerrigan spent the next day walking around the property at her house with Faolan. It had been a while since they had been able to just play, and she took this opportunity to play fetch. Thankfully her right arm still functioned, though being it was her off-hand, it was a bit awkward to throw. She figured this was good training for anything that might injure her dominant arm. Mercifully she had awoken almost entirely pain-free. The pills the Colonel had given her had truly worked wonders overnight and she had to admit, she was looking forward to being able to learn to climb the sheer rock faces near the waterfall tomorrow. The day passed rather uneventfully, and as the sun set Kerrigan found herself curled up on the back porch on one of their outdoor couches, with Faolan warming her feet with her furry mass. Reilynn stepped out a few minutes later with two glasses of wine and handed one to Kerrigan as Gabriella come out behind her. the girls each sank into chairs and leaned back, look
Conor leaned against the SUV with Parker standing across from him checking through a few bags of gear. “We have three ropes, harnesses for everyone, belay devices, and four full sets of quickdraws. I am also bringing a few crash pads. I don’t plan on you needing to use them but we will put them along the base just in case. Here, try these on.” Parker tossed a pair of strange shoes to him. Conor looked at the shoes that had a sharp curve to the toe and the sole was a flat rubber that followed the arch curve. The tan material seemed to be some sort of soft doeskin or very supple leather. Conor tried to pull the shoe on but his toes cramped and they were shoved into the tight shoes. “Umm, I think these are too small.” Parker walked over and check them. “your heal fits right?” “Yea, but my toes are all curled” “Painfully curled or just uncomfortably curled?” Conor considered before finally replying, “just uncomfortable. My shoes are normally a bit loose.” “Then they fit perfectly.
“OK, now it's time for you to try. Who is up first?” Conor volunteered. “Fine, Kerrigan, you are on belay. I will back you up and walk you through each step. I want you both to understand, Lead climbing like this places your life in the hands of your partner. If you don’t trust each other and learn not only to communicate but to anticipate each other’s needs, you will fail and likely hurt each other.” Kerrigan looked dubiously at Parker. “Conor is easily 50 pounds heavier than me!” Parker eyed Conor’s muscular but toned form, “You are what? 200 or 210 pounds these days?” “Last I checked, yea, right at 205.” “Should be fine. Kerrigan, you just have to learn to brace yourself correctly. You could go for a ride but if you use the skills I taught you earlier you could even belay me, and I am 230 pounds these days. Climbing is about technique as much as it is about skill. Now, let's get Conor tied in.” Parker tied the end of the climbing rope to Conor’s harness and showed Kerrigan.