Chapter 9
"Didn't your mama ever tell you eavesdropping is a sin?" Sibian commented, sarcasm practically flooding the corner.
He shrugged uncaringly and sat down next to her, not shifting his relaxed slouch even after she gave him glance that would have made the most confident fidget. Seeing that the normal coldness didn't work she dropped the act. "Is there something we can do for you…"
"Seval, the pleasure's mine."
"Never heard of him, her it. Whatever you happen to be."
"Not surprising in our line of work, I haven't heard of you either."
"And you never will if I can help it."
"Oh, come on don't be so cold."
"Oh I think it's warm here, almost too warm infact. I seem to be having a sudden claustrophobia attack, excuse me."
His honeyed act dropped so fast it would have surprised her if it had ever existed at all. He's good. Behind the sugared lens was a cool and calculating mind with a cultured air. His trim white shirt registered as the under clothing of an OZ officer's uniform and the sleek pressed pants that of a high up official. He had power, almost as much as her. "Miss Sibian, may I speak to Miss Evane for a moment? Privately?"
She sent Sibian a glance that coolly told the girl she knew where to kick if it came down to it. Sibian slid off the wraparound chair and disappeared into the masses of people at the bar. She turned her attention to the new and unpredicted element. He was a threat, and one with a brain at that so he had to be taken lightly. He also knew more about her than she did about him, first names to start the list.
"What can I do for you?" She asked professionally.
"Information, you run the Gundam ring I run the OZ ring, particularly special ops under Treize Kushrenada. Frankly our opposing positions make each other valuable assets, you understand."
"I know of what you speak, and yes it does. What sort of information are you willing to trade?"
"OZ plans."
"For what? Information like that is a very very pricey gift normally, what are you asking for in payment?"
"For now, lets just say that in the aristocratic world quite a few gatherings require companions. I would rather have someone with a brain accompany me rather than a doll that rearranges my words and feeds them back to me."
That was the escort arrangement of the League that was most common. Perfectly acceptable, plus access to Romefeller's little gatherings would be a great way to gather first hand info.
"Agreed, notify me at least three days in advance with the info as well as dress requirements." She offered her hand in a shake and he took it firmly. It was a deal said and done.