Thread: No Isn't An Option | Cain&Dini |

Cain closed the door behind him, sliding his cellphone into his pocket as he stepped out of his black leather wingtips. He was simply in awe at her house, by comparison, Lydia and he shared a small two bedroom apartment in the city and their biggest feature was a secured parking space and facilities to do laundry on site. The kitchen was nice and spacious, the kind of kitchen that would have every tool for every job, something he liked in anything. HE followed her, looking around and doing his best to remember the layout. But these things take time, no doubt hed ask her for directions again, and no doubt hell open up a few closets and bedrooms on the way to a bathroom. From the look of her family photos on the wall, he knew she must come from money. A lady who seemed to have everything she ever wanted in life and who hung out with the high class crowd. But one photo was missing from all of this the husband, or the kids. Suddenly, he felt bad for referring to her as a married woman during their interview, and hopefully it would be glossed over. Such a big house for a single lady to be in all by herself. The office was a thing of beauty, modern and functional, yet stylish. Cains office at home was little more than a computer desk with his computer and laptop, along with 40 TV his pride and joy, a small couch and a small mini fridge filled with some of his favorite microbrews. Often he would work while Lydia slept on the couch opposite him in the office. His eyes glanced to the view as he walked up to his desk, smiling back at Victoria as he noticed she was tapping his mouse slowly. Oh, of course, he said, quickly moving around to take his seat. He couldnt help but notice that his desk always allowed her to watch him, but not the other way around. Not that he needed to watch her, but he found the setup a little peculiar. He sat down, pulling his chair forward and, after reaching into his pocket, set his cellphone down next to the keyboard besides him. You have a very lovely house, Victoria, he said, his eyes looking to the balcony to his left. Butis it really just you all by yourself here? Its a lot of property for one person. You do have a great kitchen there as well. Do you cook? Secretly, he doubted that she did. Something told him that she liked to eat out often, and ate at some of the fanciest restaurants in the city. But, you never knew, maybe she would surprise him someday with something. He looked at the desktop and gazed at some of the programs on the taskbar, all of them, sans a couple were familiar to him and he felt a sense of relief in avoiding that awkward learning phase. Ah, Im actually quite familiar with these programs, he began, pointing to their icons upon the screen with a confident little grin. Yes, very comfortable. We use these in the lab, and these I use for fun at home. He turned to see a small pile of manila folders next to him in a basket, an obvious sign of an To Do box for him in a place she could easily drop tasks. I assume you need me to do something with these? You mentioned confidentiality I wonder what you could possibly need to keep hidden. He teased her, trying to lighten the mood a little as he picked up the bundle from the basket and set them next to his keyboard, opposite the side his cellphone resigned.