"That was you?" I say, allowing my surprise to be seen clearly. I take a moment to consider then tilt my head slightly in understanding "Changing faces just as I cover my own. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised.
I stand from behind the desk and walk to the twoway mirror that looks out over the club. The lights dance faintly against me as I speak. "As to the Vory, they were the ones under attack the other night by Mercenaries. I met with their leader after the battle and we agreed to keep an eye out for each other. He wanted some of the mercs, I wanted some of them. He to torture for information, I to sell to the groups they wronged. Menu from such transactions should be applied here, to our joint business ventures."
I turn back to Sian "by the way, What did you do with your captured?"
Ooc: The office is rectangular, with the entrance at the south end. The west wall is entirely mirrored to the outside, allowing one to see the club clearly, but not for anyone in the club to see the manager. Th east wall has six chairs, gaudy things of fake gold, around transparaplast tables intended to look like glass. Bottles of booze reside on a shelf one the east wall. A safe is embedded in the wall, previously covered by a relatively amateur painting of the previous manager, but I destroyed the painting already and so for now the safe is obvious. Finally the desk sits at the end of the room. It is not so gaudy, but it is also cheap composite plastic under a fake wood finish. Some might not know the difference, but I do. Finally the rooms least attractive feature. The rug. Green and plus and smelly. If I can't have it removed professionally, I may be compelled to pull it up myself soon.