Keelan had been sitting when Rhedara joined him and if he was a man who smiled this would have happened but he only nodded and grunted a, "good mornin'," but she looked absolutely stunning and if Keelan had been a weaker man (she was already a commoner which was kinda what he was into) who prayed on beautiful women he'd have done something with her before now, but he knew she belonged to and he wasn't about to entangle himself with two "courting" employees. @raff was special to Keelan because since day one the young man had showed a loyalty and knack to follow every direction ever given, that was hard to find.

"Sit. Order breakfast," he told, not asked, "Today we are meeting with lord Curtis Vitlock and his brother and partner Herald Vitlock, it isn't going to be our standard type of deal," he pushed a letter to Rhedara, "These men are clients of mine and well their idiots, just enough money and status that keeps them parasiticaly thriving."

He'd give her time to read the letter which stated that the young brother (Herald) had a bit of a gambling and whore problem, Curtis in this letter admitted that these two problems had created a huge problem that only Keelan Morrigan could fix.

"I have to drop this liability with the Vitlock brother's," Keelan then reached into a box and brought out a blood stained cloth and sat it between them and unfolded it to reveal a knife, "Herald fucked around and stabbed one of his whores, sixty eight times, this woman happened to be a low ranking noble and for the meantime I'm cleaning up their mess," however he was cleaning it up to his standards and gain, "Curtis Vitlock is a incompetent nitwit and is bleeding his company with all the cleaning up after his brother, he's the last piece I need for my next business venture and before he goes belly up well," covering the knife up again he stared at Rhedara with those always electric and haunting blue eyes of his, ones that always appeared to be meticulous in calculations of his every move of everyone's moves, "That's where I need you at today, during the meeting today I need you to excuse yourself at some point and plant this in their estate." It wasn't implied to sound like question either.

"You'll be playing the role of my financial advisor, it's super simple, the brothers believe I'm helping them dispose of the body and the murder weapon clean the whole affair up for an exchange for percentage of their trade," he once again slid a stack of legal documents toward her, "You are going to support my claim of this and argue their blind negligence is hurting their business, for my help they'll need to sign a clause stating that any future scandals will result in forced forfeit of their trading company to ownership of Keelan Morrigan Company."

Keelan would give her time to read over the documents as he sipped his liquor flavored coffee.

As if Keelan hadn't thought a head, "Miss Shannon are you not a child genius when it came to the studies of finances at sixteen?" to put the cherry on the sell Keelan handed Rhedara more documents, all legitimate fabrications that sold her as some childhood prodigy, "The Vitlocks understand I have a wide and wild variety of employees, their also stupid as a box of rocks, so I don't think they'll ask the specifics but follow my lead during the meeting and present yourself in a confident manner you could sell fish scented perfume to the fucking Queen of Lorendale."

He leaned back in his chair and now he wanted to discuss other things, "What is your relationship to @raff?"

"Courting," he repeated not in a questioning tone, "I'm going to lay some rules out because when two employees work together in a relationship things can get complicated," his tone was possibly the softest it had ever been but there was an underlying hint of grave seriousness, "I don't do complicated and I don't ever let employees court, but I care about Raff he's worked for me for years understand? He is loyal. So the rules are as follows: Don't mix work with courting. Don't hurt him. You don't tell him the things I have you do and he won't speak about what I have him doing. It's that simple."

Keean took a bite of his buiscut with butter and he took a moment to ponder her question when he smirked (the same devious one he had with Raff), "You both could just get married and I could for go any rules, you could share anything then because I wouldn't deny a married couple their right to always know what their partner is doing," he sipped from his spiked coffee before continuing, "You have to understand I run a tight enterprise and love...love is a fickle mistress Miss Shannon...young hearts do ignorant things and change, break ups hurt one or the other and I can't really trust that someone won't badmouth the other. I can't afford a damaged reputation. "

This conversation was more satisfying, exactly what he wanted from Rhedara. She'd talk to Raff and that's all he needed, "Good, good to both. I got a good feeling about you Miss Shannon, I don't just bring anyone in."

He sat back with his shoulders and head held high, bruised heart? Sound reasoning? Or was Keelan Morrigan just proving he could do just about anything? Testing loyalty? Getting people to do what he said? He was sure he was a noble, always had been and he liked to flex that.

"Are you ready to go?"