"So, any plans on how to proceed?"
Delia cast a short glance at James as she pulled out an arrow from the quiver between them. "Proceed with what?" She asked, although knowing the answer to her question. She did so deliberately to make him aware she didn't want to talk about business during her free time, which he should well know by now.
"I know you don't wanna talk about it, but the matter is serious, Del," James retorted as he ran his fingers through his light auburn gelled hair which was loosely falling to the sides of his temples.
Delia sighed. She was grateful he cared for her. After all, he was one of her most loyal employees with one of the most versatile jobs. Not only was he her advisor, but he also trained her in various forms of martial arts. As a veteran in his late forties, he had seen and gathered enough experience of the world worth passing on to her. He conducted private investigations for her, going as far as even doing more dangerous jobs. While such jobs might be considered shady and dirty by most, Delia had given up on such thinking long ago after she had experienced how ruthless and unforgiving other corporations were firsthand - and in order to survive in such an economy, she had to become just as merciless.
In fact, most of the allegations were set up by rival companies in order to drive her towards bankruptcy so she would eventually give up her company and sell it. She had even been attacked on rare occasions as an intimidation attempt, never able to expose the ones orchestrating the attack. This was mainly why she had hired James and taken up martial arts as an additional safety measure.
"We can discuss that at work tomorrow," Delia spoke finally, "for now, I'd just like to get my mind off the matter."
James hummed in acknowledgment to her response before he let go of the arrow just as she did. They whizzed through the air in a race of seconds, with James's arrow landing in the bullseye and Delia's barely missing the target.
"I think that's enough for today," he decided as his eyes glanced up at the darkening sky above them. "It's getting late."
Delia raised a brow at him. "James, I just missed. I can't leave it like this." The man smirked at her determination. She had been like that ever since the day he met her, never faltering until she perfected something. While he always found that trait about her admirable, her obsessive perfectionism did prove alarming sometimes. This was one of those times.
She would lose herself in obsessive behavior whenever she tried to get her mind off of something. Unfortunately at the same time, her concentration was usually lacking.
Thus she kept firing arrow after arrow until darkness had long settled, never hitting the bullseye until late at night. James was just dozing off on a chair by her side, his legs having become weary, when she suddenly cried out. "Ha! Got it!"
He jerked up in shock, quickly scanning his surroundings for any danger before calming down as his gaze landed on his friend.
"Right. Can we go now?" He asked as he glanced on his digital watch, reading 1 am already.
"Yep. Let's go."