[hr][hr][center][color=a187be][h1]Tatiana Carrington[/h1][/color]
[b]Location:[/b][i] Seraphim Tattoo, The Bronx[/i]
[b]Interacting With: [/b][i]Wyatt[/i][hr][hr][/center]

	Tatiana looked at the man as if he had lost his proverbial shit, who the hell did he think he was jumping down her throat like that? She sat there, her face going blank and for a split second that cold exterior that her adoptive mother was so famous for came forth. 

	The look in her eyes was as cold as being caught out in the middle of Siberia during a thousand year storm. Her fingers curled against the arms of the leather chair and her nails pierced the very hide. It wasn't the first time, taking a closer look at the chair it was obvious that there had been many times where her nails had sliced through the leather out of pent up anger.

	Tatiana held her tongue though, letting him rant. She was used to rants and she wasn't exactly in a position to tell him to get the fuck out right then. She needed him, desperately. There wasn't enough time to find another lackey for this failed experiment. Least the man had balls, maybe he could handle this. If all else failed, she'd at least have some choice video to throw up on youtube for Jones.

	Slowly, as he finished and asked if he had blown it, she stood up and crossed her arms; looking down on him as if she was contemplating either ripping his throat out or just tossing his ass out and leaving him to find his own way back to Toronto. His apology only made her smirk, as if she was seeing his soft under belly.

	[color=a187be]"I didn't have your Twitter account or your number numbnuts," [/color] she hissed. [color=a187be]"And like I tell someone I've never met that I am the child of the Carringtons. So deal vith it. You're getting your fucking forvarning right now. Ve haven't left yet and you can hop a plane back if you vant at any fucking moment. No one keeping you here,"[/color] she followed up in a harsh tone as leaned over and got in his face, her nose a mere breaths away from his.

	Tatiana stayed there for a moment, her eyes locked with his as she studied him. If he ran, he ran. There was nothing she could do to stop him. If he stayed though, she felt this might actually work. He definitely had the back bone to deal with her family. Maybe he was just the front line defense she needed against her parents.

	Straightening herself she adjusted her silken tank and the cold in her demeanour seemed to fade away. A smirk coming to her lips, the slowly grew into a smile, then a chuckle, then full out laughing as she fell back into her chair. Shaking her head she looked back over to him as she tried to calm to strange outburst of mirth.

	[color=a187be]"No, you haven't blown it. In fact I think you're just vhat I need for this. This could be start of beautiful business relationship,"[/color] she said between the guffaws.

	[color=a187be]"$10,000 a veek, ve have deal?"[/color] she asked as she looked him over before locking eyes with him once again.