Andrea felt herself smile faintly despite the day she was having.

“That’s a little insulting, old friend.” She said as she sat opposite their hologram at her desk. “I've actually come here to offer you something, rather than demand. Have you heard of Lhotse Capitoline?”

It was a rhetorical question, but one she was more than sure that Paradisia would have some snarky remark to. Her eyes flicked briefly around the room, taking in the stained shirt, the skirt, the posture. Not really judging. Just taking a measure. Paradisia still dressed like someone who didn't give a shit what anyone else thought. They could stay that way on the inside, sure. But if this conversation went as planned, then hopefully she'd be able to convince them to start dressing a [i]little[/i] nicer. Somehow, they’d made it work.

“I'm sure you remember me taking that entry-level analyst job here, and how I told you about how I've had a promotion or two since then on our catch-ups." She said it with a sort of blasé tone, trying to maintain an even voice profile to put forward the idea of conversational control. "Today, the fat cat finally gave a nice serving of cream for once. You're currently talking to the new Chief of Operations of Lhotse's global network. And no, I'm not just calling to gloat. I’m actually here because I need someone I can trust not to turn into a mega-corp shill or a corporate spy after six weeks of working near me.” Andrea leaned back slightly in her chair. “I'm calling to offer you a job, Para. And a [i]lot[/i] more besides."