Lucia laughed as the guys played and teased with each other. It seemed that they all got along well.  She raised an eyebrow as he sent the other two into the room ahead of them.  What in the world would he need to be alone with her for? 


[i]  “You seem like a rational and straight forward person and I respect that in people. I’m a no bullshit type of guy so I’m going to tell you why you’re here.” Taking in a deep breath, he stared her down in a moment of silence, mainly to gather up enough courage to tell me. “Your father has been trying to find you for years. And when he finally put two and two together of who you were, he sent us to come retrieve you because if he becomes president, your live could end up becoming a lot more difficult than it already is, no matter how estranged you are. From what we understand, he does not want to be estranged anymore. Mister Erik Wilmer is your father.” [/i]


Lucia stared up at him her bright blue eyes wide for a moment.  She said nothing for a minute.  How exactly did one handle the information given?  Her father was alive, and had been looking for her.  That was a situation she had never before considered.  "I see.  So let me get this straight.  My father is alive, well, and has been looking for me for years.  Not only that but he is leading in the polls to become the next President of the United States.  So basically, I went to bed an orphaned waitress, and Now, I am allegedly the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the world. That just sounds Fan Fucking Tastic." 

She sighed softly and reached out lightly touching his arm.  She knew he was uncomfortable with this whole thing, so a little compassion would likely go far.  "Thank you for telling me.  I know that wasn't an easy thing for you to do."  She gave him a comforting smile.  "And I am sorry for saying you have all the personality of a pet rock.  I am sure this has probably not been your favorite of all assignments, and I have done nothing to make it easier for you.  For that I am sorry."    


She pulled her hand back before she could make him more uncomfortable.  "I suppose we should go get this over with."  She reached out as if she was going to open the door but dropped her hand.  He very much seemed to be an old fashioned man, and she figured that it would bother him more than her, besides if what he had just told her was true, she was going to have to get used to far more than just having doors opened for her.