The shrug. Why the shrug? Such an innocent gesture, one of release of expectation, but conveys much more than simple apathy or nonchalant behavior. What was she hiding? What could that smooth forehead of hers be hiding? Fully aware that he could stay on this train of thought for a socially unacceptable period of time, he threw his burst of thought into the recesses of his mind and filed it for later. He would decode her patterns of movement soon enough, just as he had done for all the others he had come into contact with. 
"Very well, then. Nathan, arrange for Ms.DePiew's belongings to be transported here at once. None of those brutish thugs from that previous company you hired out. People that know how to handle furniture more delicately than scraping it across the bloody marble." 
"Of course." 
"Good." He nodded to Alyssa, telling her:
"I shall see you in the evening, Ms.DePiew. Please do get settled in. I'll ring for you when I arrive." Mansfield stormed into his office, grabbed a sportscoat hanging on a hook between two bookshelves and hurried down the stairs through the door Alyssa had arrived in. Nathan looked up at her, the beginnings of a smile forming.
"My dear, you'll get used to him. He's a tad...well, eccentric. A good man at heart, but very, very eccentric, almost to the point of insanity." He waited a beat.
"That was a joke. One that fell rather flat, I see." He motioned for her to come downstairs before asking:
"Now would you be so kind as to help me direct the movers? They'll need an address to extract your things. I assume you'll want to go with them, then?" 

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It had been too rainy lately. Coming from someone who spent most of his time in England, that was a rather condemning statement of the weather that had currently taken up residence in this more remote part of Rochester. Rain assaulted the windshield of his black sedan made by some luxury car company or another that he could care less about(Nathan had bought the car for him). Thankfully he was just now pulling into the detached garage which proudly stood to the right of the main entrance. A covered breezeway would protect any exiting from the garage to the home and a solid ebony colored fence would block any intruders from causing any sort of disturbance. It made him smile at times, the way that the home was designed. It was as if it was purposely set up to thwart any potential outside threats. Security. He valued that. 

Of course that security was being broached now, as evidenced by a small moving truck(or van?) that was taking up space at the front entrance. To think that they couldn't have taken care of that during the day! What bloody morons! Alyssa couldn't have THAT much to bring with her, could she? After all, if he were to fire her in the next few days, it would be quite the expense to shift all of her belongings back to her original residence. He grumbled through his teeth as he parked, shutting the garage door with a keyfob before proceeding out onto the breezeway where he saw Nathan with an umbrella pointing at what looked like a suitcase. 
"NATHAN! Why on earth are these people still here?!"