It had been a long day for Jack One of the accounts had lied about their assets and upon inspection by the authorities had been found to be avoiding almost half the tax they were due. Of course the Particulars had complete deniability in the matter however this event had meant that the books were being inspected by a third party. Jack, with the help of Bin Stard, had been going through the numbers all day searching for any anything that could implicate he bank. Of course after triple checking they still had found nothing however it created a great peace of mind that he was safe. Flicking through the last file on his computer station he sat back and smiled for the first time that day. Lana walked in as he was logging off and her smile, that seemed so all knowing warmed him inside. It was always a pleasure to see her. She sat down and tipped her head to one side. In response he pulled out the half drunk bottle of whiskey from his desk.

"Good to see you keeping up traditions." Lana smiled again and noted the single glass. "And where is mine? I would of thought by now you would know I always like a good drink, if it is a little weak." Jack smiled back now and unscrewed the bottle before pouring out the liquid into his glass. He then grabbed a second one and placed it on the desk next to his. Lana had already reached to grab his glass and he was now pouring another for himself. Sipping the cold liquid he spoke. "Lana it has been a long day, traditions like this are made for these days. Tell me about the Killjoy account. Has that spoilt brat signed all the papers yet" Jack was referring to a rich human wby the name of Jefro Killjoy. His father had died and left the boy, who was only 18, a vast fortune and business."The boy was easy to close, he was a petty child who liked shiny and skinny things." Jack chuckled at Lana, the women was an artist a bringing in new clients and keeping them as well. She was the face of the company, though he didn't try to change that. It was a much more appealing one than his. "So tell me Lana, which one did you have to use to close him?" Jack hinted at an indiscretion of Lana's however he knew she would never even have nightmares about that. SHe was a professional and no such thought would ever cross her mind. "You are a dirty old man Jack, I used the shiny thing. I beautiful gold sculpture of himself was enough. Thing was worth a fraction of what we are bringing in. You should be getting the details by tomorrow and then you can hand them over to Bin to look over if you like. They are simple enough and he isn't the guy who would want our platinum package." Jack nodded as she spoke. "I really should take a look at your expense accounts some time. If you would get this little shit a gold statue I don't want to know what you get the other clients. Have you got the contact details for the Lonely Spacer yet?" Lana removed a small note from her pocket and planted it on his desk.

"You sure you don't want me to handle this guy? I am very persuasive." She was the one hinting at an indiscretion now. "No, this Jason Daxx is not a client only. We may have future need of the ship and in that case I would prefer to have my own rapoire rather than send you every time." Picking up the note he entered the details for the holo call into his private terminal, untraceable of course, before turning back to Lana. "My dear, I would prefer some privacy for this."

"Of course Jack, I shall be in my office for another hour at most then I will be heading home. Oh and I might send the Killjoy file to one of the associates instead of Bin. He has the business with the C-Sec numbers. Before we talk about expanding with them they need to know we can deal with the small accounts we have for now and I would prefer to keep him focused on them."

"That's fine Lana, make it happen. Though I would prefer the associate didn't screw up." Lana simply nodded before leaving the Managing Partners office. He sighed for a minute before hiding the bottle away. Turning to where the holo call appeared he pressed to last button and began trying to contact the owner of currently one of the most promising laundering fronts there had ever been.