"Yes sir, she will leave on the next flight out of Dublin," a deep voice emanated into the phone before the receiver was placed heavily back into its cradle. Leaning back in the finely crafted leather chair emerald eyes held a weight of worry in them as they looked around the hard wood walled study. 

	The door echoed as the brass latch was turned and a slender woman stepped inside. Spike heeled black high shinned shoes clicked against the floor towards the man. The woman wore a black pencil skirt with a silken white blouse tucked into the narrow waist. Her fiery hair was pulled taunt into a bun and she glanced over the top of her tortoise shell frames to her Sire as she held her tablet against her chest.

	"The Duke was wanting to move your meeting from this Thursday until after the New Moon," she began before taking note of her Sires expression. 

	Slowly pulling her glasses off she let them drop against her chest and rose a curved brow. "Lord Grandal? Is something wrong?" she asked inquisitivly.

	Rubbing his face, Grandal stood up and buttoned his coat before stepping out from behind the desk. 

	"I need you to go to Washington D.C. Veta," he stated as he pulled the tablet away from her. Veta tilted her head to the side slightly and motioned for him to continue. He took a quick moment to explain and after a few minutes Veta simply nodded and turned on her heels, making her way out of the study to prepare.

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	The private jet landed at Dulles late in the evening and taxied to a stop in front on a well lit hanger with a black town car waiting. The stairs were lowered and Veta stepped out as she adjusted her putter coat. Making her way down to the tarmac she was greeted by an older gentleman with a broad grin on his features.

	"Miss Norton, I presume?" he asked in a thick southern drawl as he took her hand and kissed the back of the pale skin.

	"Yes, and you are?" Veta asked as she pulled her hand away.

	"Migs Ma'am, George Migs. At your service," he said as he stepped to the side and opened the door to the awaiting town car for her.

	"Alright Migs, take me to the meeting," she said as she slide into the seat and the pilot loaded her luggage into the trunk.

	"Yes Ma'am," Migs said quickly before shutting the door and climbing into the driver seat. The trunk shut and a double tap against the hood of the car echoed through it before Migs drove off towards the designated location.