Jack Hayes

Lay me gently in the cold dark earth
No grave can hold my body down

Jack was pleasantly surprised with the young woman, how she fearlessly enters the his den of destruction. She doesn't seem all that nervous at least from Jack's view and he can't scent any fear on her either, not that she had anything to be afraid of him... yet. The rumors that swirl around the businessman were alarming, none had exactly been proven to be true. However, most of them were true. Jack simply was talented at navigating those shark infested waters, the media, the journalists all of it. Sometimes through blackmail sometimes through his charmingly good looks. Which, he is almost disappointed that Miss Dabney hardly gives him and his looks a second glance, his looks is what always put female journalists off put when they stepped into his office. Point for Isadore. Still, he keeps that easy going smile on his lips, a smile to match his on the journalist, as she takes a step into his neatly polished office. The man was not one for clutter, enjoying the simplicity and modern designs of this era.

Shutting the door, he moves around the smaller woman and takes a seat in his chair as he offers her a variety of things. He notes, vaguely, the way her eyes dart to his windows, the slight tint within his windows not all that noticeable and yet, he knew this type of journalist. She would find anything and everything to dig up on him and although he wasn't hiding the fact he was a vampire, it simply made the game more interesting when they weren't a hundred percent sure where he was at on the food chain. Relaxing into his seat, he leans forward as he places his arms on the desk, watching the woman across from him as she declines all his offerings. He isn't surprised, though it would have been far more interesting if she had accepted his offer. Smiling gently at her, he gives a nod and begins on his own terms, the woman carefully keeping her face neutral it seemed. Hmmm, she needed to loosen up.

Sitting back into his chair, a small look of satisfaction flitting across his features, Miss Dabney brings out her recording device and she asks him after she has already switched the device on. A rumbling chuckle escapes his lips as the weight of his blue gaze settles on her face, "Go right ahead," he says in a carefree manner, his fingers gesturing towards her little device. It would be easy to cause interference, to keep his voice from being picked up on the device well and yet, he hardly thought he was going to need it. Sure, the woman seemed confident in her abilities but she was young and she was still learning to play the game. Launching into her tirade of questions, a small simper remains on his lips as he watches her. Even when she flashes him a disarming smile, trying to put him off balance, he is hardly affected, though the man had to admit, he was impressed with the way she dives straight into business. She would be useful in the business world especially when he was negotiating, a thought that crosses his mind for the briefest of moments. Straightening a cuff link, he leans forward taking his time in answering her questions.

"Hayes Corporation creates drones of all kinds. We have the most advanced technology in the world even, exceeding that of Japan and all of Asia," he starts off with a gentle explanation, "Most of our drones are used for research and mapping of the oceans, a number of research organizations purchase our equipment to further their own findings. One of our top investors is NASA, they want to use our technology here to help them with sending new and improved designs to space," he can't help but allow a little pride to show in his voice as he continues on, "That being said, we also have contracted our drones out to the military," he states in almost a lackadaisical manner. "To answer your question, we have created technology that can be used during wartime but they are better used for research more than anything," it wasn't a lie, he was simply not offering her the whole truth. Of course, he created drones for warfare, there was nothing that delighted him more to watch destruction rain down. Although, that was something that Miss Dabney did not need to know about, not yet anyways.

"The less than reputable dealers, as you so state, would be our investors. Because of how advanced our technology is, we have investors from all over the world wanting to get a piece of it, to study and to also try and mimic in their own research," he gives a small shrug, "We have investors from Japan, China, Europe, the list goes on and on. We simply allow them a portion of the technology so they can study it," he states, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips again. Truth, truth and more truth. Jack had hardly lied about anything that she had questioned, he just simply wasn't going to tell her that he was responsible for selling military grade drones to other countries. Tilting his head slightly at the woman, an almost predatory look entering his gaze, he pushes back from his chair and stalks around the desk as he keeps his eyes on her. At the last moment, he lifts his eyes to a small stand in the corner of the office holding a decanter and a couple of glasses.

Grasping the crystal, he pours a small amount of bourbon into the glass, tossing a glance over his shoulder, "Would you like some?" He offers again, though he's almost certain she will deny him once more as he lifts the crystal glass up and swirls the contents briefly. "Tell me, Miss Dabney, have you been a journalist for long?" He asks, the question off handed as he watches her with a heavy gaze.