Clara Kane crossed her legs, beaming up at Bruce.
"Weren't they just fantastic, Bruce?" she gushed, her pale blond hair swept back from her forehead as she fanned herself, "Oh I have to call daddy and tell him everything."
There was a sigh from Bruce who now stood opposite the young heiress, looking not at all satisfied.
"Professionally," He began, "I would prefer that we wait until they're at least a half of the way done with the decorations and organizations before I would get so excited about them."
There was a sly smile forming on Kane's slender lips, "Oh? Professionally, hm?"
Bruce prickled up, his face slowly morphing into a frown, "Yes, professionally. As we are to deal with these people of course."
"Of course," Kane purred, her eyes laughing, "that definitely is. And you were oh so professional today!"
There was a restrained glare from Bruce, "I was professional today. I always am."
