Serge was ready to answer her questions as he was somewhat prepared for the retort. Plus, she seems like the type who had never had a boyfriend before so having some form of game plan wouldn’t hurt. However when he opened his mouth to speak he was met with quite a bombardment of information. 

Despite his initial surprise, his face relaxed and he closed his laptop settling back against the couch and listened to her talk. Boy… this woman loved to talk. While she made some valid points she seemed to still be struggling to understand her own situation and, from what he gathered, she was someone who does better after she’s talked things out. 

A small sigh and a gentle smile moved across his fine lips as he closed the laptop and turned completely to face her, his back resting against the arm of the couch and a strong leg propped itself up on the couch cushion between them. “You’re not a burden so stop thinking like that. No child is a burden to their parent and if you were, do you honestly think he’d send someone to find you. Much less during the time of his campaigning.” A large shoulder rose and fell in a gentle manner as he took a drink of his coffee before continuing. “There is no time like the present and the sooner you talk to him about it the better. As his daughter you could walk in and say you wanted to talk to him; or you can schedule a time with his secretary so that you can feel like you’re not interrupting him. But no child is ever a burden for wanting time with their parent.”

Opening his mouth to explain more, his phone began to buzz; the screen viewable from the table says [i]Amie Prichard.[/i] “Oh if you’ll excuse me.” Taking his phone from the coffee table, he placed down his cup on the coaster and stood up putting his phone to his ear. “Hello? Oh it’s you… Um… this weekend. What do you mean now?” For the first time ever, a small amount of panic could be heard in his voice. “I can’t now. We schedule for this… No I’m not… I do want… Fine. Fine. Give me an hour. Thank you. Good bye.”

Hanging up the phone he quickly dialed another number and put it to his ear. “Elias, I need you at Ms. Bakers house. You have 10 minutes I’ll text you the details.” With that he hung up, an obvious amount of protest on the other end of the line could be heard before the click. 

Without even turning to her, he spoke collecting his things. “I’m sorry Lucia, something has come up and I will be away until Monday.” It was currently Wednesday, “Elias will be with you until then. You have my number if you need me.” As he spoke he continued to type his message while packing up his stuff.

[color=skyblue]Within ten minutes the doorbell rang and Elias was let inside. His bright smile and cheerful deposition filled the room as he stepped inside. “Hello!”[/color]

“I emailed you the details you’ll need to know. You have my number if you need me. Thank you for being so prompt.”

[color=skyblue]“Just go man, I get it. Just go.” At that Serge gave him a nod, bid Lucia good bye and left. A sigh left Elias as he sat down on the couch and ran his hand through his hair. Obviously he wasn’t expecting to get the fall but he wasn’t going to let his boss down. Turning to Lucia he gave her a bright smile, though he looked exhausted like he hadn’t slept well. “Hello again. How are you?”[/color]