Life so far had been tedious and entirely uninteresting. Though it had been a little more than a day, Andres had no experience beyond being talked at. Most of what was said, he couldn't even recall. The idea of clan pride stood foremost in his mind, being a Morandori. He had been crafted by the hand of his god to serve, that much at least he could remember. There had been promises made too, and Morandori wealth and accolades were far more interesting. It didn't seem to matter much either way, regardless of his interest or motivations because his experience with life to this point was just being rushed from one place, one lesson, to another. Even now as he followed the procession of people leaving the jet, he was tuning out the last few pieces of instruction he'd be given before being left.
"Andres?"
The voice was calm, if not a little bit shaky, but Andres didn't answer immediately; perhaps he still wasn't used to replying when spoken to. In a stupor of his own thoughts he merely examined the unkempt appearance of the woman. She was disarming, at least, and for the first time he didn't feel like he had impossible standards to live up to.
Eventually the voice came again, and Andres caught himself staring before forcing his reply.
"You must be Katja."
He answered with a polite, albeit forced smile, adjusting the strap of the bag that slung around his shoulder as he extended his hand. The truth was, he was far from thrilled at the idea of having a watcher. He was young and his patron seemed impossible to impress. The knowledge that all his actions would be written and reported was not something he was happy about. Nevertheless, with the resources at his disposal, there came expectations and he had no say against that.
She gave a short nod before motioning back the way she had run. "Can you talk and walk? We have to grab your bags before the next flight comes in."
"Yeah, of course" He said as he followed along beside her. "You're my watcher then. I guess that means we'll be getting pretty close."
"Sure," she offered offhandedly, still shouldering her overnight bag like it contained something other than the bare necessities for travel. "I was told you're newly made, correct? Like, uh, new new?" Their path led toward the automated walkways and down a mostly empty corridor feeding into baggage and claims. "Anyway, I guess it doesn't matter how new you might be. Do you have an address yet?"
Leaning against the railing as the walkway carried them, he kept his attention fixed on the woman as she spoke. Even with his lax posture he towered over the Arden as he listened to her before replying. "Pretty new, yeah, but I hope that doesn't make you nervous. I'm as capable as any Morandori." His confident tone turning snyde as he subtlety mocks her. "I'm sure you'll see for yourself, with all the diligent notes you'll be taking." He pauses a moment, letting the air between the two sour before continuing. "Yeah, I have an address and a car."
Katja narrowed her gaze ever so slightly before forcing a smile across her lips, choosing to act naive toward his bravado, even if it meant swallowing her pride for the time being. "Excellent. That saves me the trouble of ordering a new Uber." Looking away as their ride on the walkway came to a stop, the Arden took the liberty of leading the pair to where the baggage was being kept, and motioned for Andres to pick his out before they were headed to the exit that connected into the car park. "Where did you tell your driver to meet us?"
Not satisfied with her dismissal, but content to let it rest for now, Andres picked out this luggage and, motioning to the east exit, led the pair. "Should be out this way." They walked in an awkward silence for most of the trip before he finally lashed out a final time as they neared the waiting car. "Listen, I know you think you have some duty to follow me around, but i've got important work to do and the last thing I need is to have you constantly getting in my way. Just be careful, and if I tell you to stay away, do it." He finished his warning by opening the door of their ride for her. The facade he put up was thin, at best, and the young, well-off man likely had ulterior motives he was attempting to hide.
Their ride to his penthouse was quiet between the two of them, instead he preoccupied himself with the sights of the passing city as he stewed in his contempt. He wasn't sure why he disliked the Arden, she had been perfectly pleasant but regardless of her demeanor she was there to keep tabs on him and in his mind that made her the enemy
"Andres?"
The voice was calm, if not a little bit shaky, but Andres didn't answer immediately; perhaps he still wasn't used to replying when spoken to. In a stupor of his own thoughts he merely examined the unkempt appearance of the woman. She was disarming, at least, and for the first time he didn't feel like he had impossible standards to live up to.
Eventually the voice came again, and Andres caught himself staring before forcing his reply.
"You must be Katja."
He answered with a polite, albeit forced smile, adjusting the strap of the bag that slung around his shoulder as he extended his hand. The truth was, he was far from thrilled at the idea of having a watcher. He was young and his patron seemed impossible to impress. The knowledge that all his actions would be written and reported was not something he was happy about. Nevertheless, with the resources at his disposal, there came expectations and he had no say against that.
She gave a short nod before motioning back the way she had run. "Can you talk and walk? We have to grab your bags before the next flight comes in."
"Yeah, of course" He said as he followed along beside her. "You're my watcher then. I guess that means we'll be getting pretty close."
"Sure," she offered offhandedly, still shouldering her overnight bag like it contained something other than the bare necessities for travel. "I was told you're newly made, correct? Like, uh, new new?" Their path led toward the automated walkways and down a mostly empty corridor feeding into baggage and claims. "Anyway, I guess it doesn't matter how new you might be. Do you have an address yet?"
Leaning against the railing as the walkway carried them, he kept his attention fixed on the woman as she spoke. Even with his lax posture he towered over the Arden as he listened to her before replying. "Pretty new, yeah, but I hope that doesn't make you nervous. I'm as capable as any Morandori." His confident tone turning snyde as he subtlety mocks her. "I'm sure you'll see for yourself, with all the diligent notes you'll be taking." He pauses a moment, letting the air between the two sour before continuing. "Yeah, I have an address and a car."
Katja narrowed her gaze ever so slightly before forcing a smile across her lips, choosing to act naive toward his bravado, even if it meant swallowing her pride for the time being. "Excellent. That saves me the trouble of ordering a new Uber." Looking away as their ride on the walkway came to a stop, the Arden took the liberty of leading the pair to where the baggage was being kept, and motioned for Andres to pick his out before they were headed to the exit that connected into the car park. "Where did you tell your driver to meet us?"
Not satisfied with her dismissal, but content to let it rest for now, Andres picked out this luggage and, motioning to the east exit, led the pair. "Should be out this way." They walked in an awkward silence for most of the trip before he finally lashed out a final time as they neared the waiting car. "Listen, I know you think you have some duty to follow me around, but i've got important work to do and the last thing I need is to have you constantly getting in my way. Just be careful, and if I tell you to stay away, do it." He finished his warning by opening the door of their ride for her. The facade he put up was thin, at best, and the young, well-off man likely had ulterior motives he was attempting to hide.
Their ride to his penthouse was quiet between the two of them, instead he preoccupied himself with the sights of the passing city as he stewed in his contempt. He wasn't sure why he disliked the Arden, she had been perfectly pleasant but regardless of her demeanor she was there to keep tabs on him and in his mind that made her the enemy
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