Seon Jin Lee could be convincing. She knew how to build up an opponent and when to tear them down. Fortunately, Tiger Chen didn't need to be psychically persuaded into opposition of the 14k. He remained silent as his eyes tumbled across the envelope. It would seem that he was hesitant before he had picked it up to examine the contents and before he was able to flip-flop over a final decision Seon placed her hand upon his knee under the table. Slightly, her fingers worked up the man's inner thigh. Already feeling tipsy, he became putty in her presence. Melting with the steely gaze she seemed to provide with those luminously hazel orbs. " You know what you want and now you have the world at your fingertips. "
The man had gulped very harshly, nodding in short, quick motions.
Eyes on the prize.
" I accept this offer with honor... and I will not fail the Dailo. " He was leaning forward as he said this. Almost losing balance.
She was yet to explain the initiation process, as theirs was a little different from all the rest. The trap had been set, and Joe had easily slid into the perfect position to be captured. " Big Smile will be happy to know that you have made the right dec..." Seon's voice had halted as she had caught a passing glimpse of the past as it casually sauntered into the present, a stunning piece of candy on his arm. Not wanting to be seen, she pretended to sneeze, grabbing the napkin from under silverware to place over her mouth and nose. Seon tried to look away as she did it, but it was impossible to do so. It was like trying to pry your vision from a train wreck, except in this case... it was no wreck and it was the Mercedes-Benz you sold down the river. Panic settled into the woman's stomach. Goose flesh raised against the supple complexion of porcelain skin. Dark lashes fluttered uneasily.
She recalled the silence they faced after everything and her failure to reconnect and here he was. Well dressed judgement. Still terribly good looking. Still vibrant. Still everything....
Mr. Chen interrupted the woman's reticent mourning. "What's wrong? " I bet I can cheer you up... How about me and you go celebrate in my room? " He'd already polished off an entire bottle of Cognac and was working his way over her bottle of champagne.