[center][color=teal][h2]Jessamyn "Jess" Bailey[/h2][/color][/center]

All throughout breakfast, Jess didn't want to look at the men. She ate in silence, trying to think of ways around the demand, but all too soon the time came to move along and negotiate. She stood, shuffling behind Roxy as Reginald led the group to the study, everything about which said "business" with its neutral tones and utilitarian furnishings.

At Reginald's command, Jess sat in one of the guest chairs, her posture stiff. She pressed her lips tight, mulling over the question. It seemed he was giving her an illusion of choice, trying to get her on his side. With a deep breath, she replied, [color=teal]"The best way... If you could, please involve Roxy as little as possible. I know she's your daughter, and matched to me, but it's an empath's help you want most, isn't it?"[/color] She fidgeted in her seat, knowing all too well Reginald would keep trying to control Roxy through her. If either was going to break free, they'd both have to.

[color=teal]"Anyway, I'll sit across from the business team,"[/color] she offered, [color=teal]"and try to pick up on anything off."[/color]