She glances at Childermass behind her, then back to Norrell. This was. The opposite of standard. More than that, it was terrifyingly close to the truth. Someone had been spying on her. Someone must to have known about her relation to Shadow Coven. Lance.
He was police. He was Night Council. It wouldn't be too hard to link them- there were surely a million ginger Nancys in London alone, but her lifestyle narrowed it down considerably. It had to have been Lance.
Which was something to discuss at a later time. Right now, she needed to get out of this situation. Or put it back on the right track. Because there was no way she was answering his questions. She takes a few steps forward, keeping her eyes on Norrell, swinging her hips just so in, time with the click of her heels. "Nah-ah-ah," she said, shaking a finger at him. "Who said anything about business before pleasure?" Other than the initial hiring process.
Nancy brought her hands up to her neck, then slowly ran her nails down her chest, skimming along the plunging neckline of her shirt, intent on showing off to the bird man. By now, she's at his desk and leans over- her skirt is short enough that Childermass will be getting a great view of her fishnet clad ass, and the back of her garter belt. She'll charge him for that, Norrell seems to be the sort to have money to burn. She takes her hand and reaches out to gently touch his cheek, moving so she's sitting on the desk, her legs crossed at the knee.
"Wouldn't you like that, sir?" Her other hand rests on his chest and will move down accordingly.
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What the fuck?
She glances at Childermass behind her, then back to Norrell. This was. The opposite of standard. More than that, it was terrifyingly close to the truth. Someone had been spying on her. Someone must to have known about her relation to Shadow Coven. Lance.
He was police. He was Night Council. It wouldn't be too hard to link them- there were surely a million ginger Nancys in London alone, but her lifestyle narrowed it down considerably. It had to have been Lance.
Which was something to discuss at a later time. Right now, she needed to get out of this situation. Or put it back on the right track. Because there was no way she was answering his questions. She takes a few steps forward, keeping her eyes on Norrell, swinging her hips just so in, time with the click of her heels. "Nah-ah-ah," she said, shaking a finger at him. "Who said anything about business before pleasure?" Other than the initial hiring process.
Nancy brought her hands up to her neck, then slowly ran her nails down her chest, skimming along the plunging neckline of her shirt, intent on showing off to the bird man. By now, she's at his desk and leans over- her skirt is short enough that Childermass will be getting a great view of her fishnet clad ass, and the back of her garter belt. She'll charge him for that, Norrell seems to be the sort to have money to burn. She takes her hand and reaches out to gently touch his cheek, moving so she's sitting on the desk, her legs crossed at the knee.
"Wouldn't you like that, sir?" Her other hand rests on his chest and will move down accordingly.