"I will also bring a new thing to your attention, miss VanBurren." Marco brushed his hair back unnecessarily because every single strand on his head was sitting perfectly in place, no doubt from all the sustainably packaged organic vegan gluten free cruelty free silicone free hair gel he would use every day. The company he bought it from would plant a tree with every purchase.
Unbelievably the man would move thousands of bodies across continents per day but he was worried about his hair's carbon footprint.
"Which is what?"
"You would be my leading manager in the UK. Everything that's done here would be monitored by you." He said this as if I was supposed to be impressed. I mean, I would have been, if I was actually Isabella VanBurren and not his blood borne rival.
"You plan to expand your operations here?"
"In time, that is the goal."
He was stupid. So incredibly stupid.
"The UK is Montenegro territory. If you trespass, they will see it as a declaration of war."
