Roads unknown

I R I S Jack wanted to play hard to get. Iris complied. "The whores aren't going anywhere." She stated dismissively, "This opportunity might." Running a hand through her hair, she lined the strap of her dress. Whatever vices had sway over the man's decisions, if Iris' judgement of him was correct, good business sense should prevail. "Not only will you be making a score, but striking a blow to the competition in the process." ”People tend to become very dangerous when backed into a corner.” She let slip a warning, tone casual, cold emptiness behind the eyes. ”Don’t fret, it wasn’t a bad idea. Just not right for me.” Not desperate, or stupid. Just fed up. She relaxed her posture and took a playfully long step in the sand. She may have developed a poker face worthy of Torchline's most exclusive casinos, but it did nothing to hide her excitement tonight, as she seemed unable to stand still for more than a few minutes. His latter request was a given, it was the former that had the the Acquarone heiress intrigued. Who or what did the Sokolovs have on their ship that Jack Barclay wanted? She folded her arms behind her back and observed. ”I’ll consider it, if it doesn’t endanger my plans. Go on.”