The back of Sorrell I am sure, is far more attractive than the front of her, the blue gold of my gaze watching her very near storm out of the room with almost as much flare as she had entered, leaving me sitting upon the bed clutching a stack of papers. Alright, maybe she had managed to catch me a little off guard, but I had hardly expected her to be here and now, Elena had said nothing although that was hardly surprising. I dismissed the thought for now at least, the sound of a car outside assuring me Sorrell had no intention of staying for dinner. Good. There are few people whom are truly capable of agitating me, I like to think I have a truly pleasant demeanour really and yet my sister is one such being that I am forever given to find difficult. Whatever reaction I had suspected from Kat was not the one I had received. To be honest I was rather impressed she had managed not to karate kick my sibling for making the insinuation she was some sort of.....paid for woman. Really why would I pay for something I can get for free? Then again I am drifting off topic, one hand reaching up to brush the golden brown of my hair briefly aside and return my attention to Kat whom actually seemed a little amused. Alright, women do surprise me occasionally, especially this one. Hell, I'd almost expected her to be mad about the fact I hadn't exactly told her that I had more then one business- I had meant to, of course, I just hadn't really been ready to explain it yet. Her words however, at least earned her a momentary smirk across my handsome features.

"My sister has not 'talked' to me without yelling since I was about seventeen, we used to be close, if you can believe it- but things...changed a little after our parents died. As for suing me, when I was nine I threw a cricket ball through my fathers office window, I wasn't playing cricket of course- that would involve my exerting energy, Sorrell simply dared me to see if I could throw a ball. Evidently I can. Either way my Father put me on trial in our lounge room over it- I had to hire a defence lawyer, it's not even a joke. My family is very good at suing each other although Sorrell has never- gone this far."

I paused, briefly, flipping the first page over and scanning the inside of the document briefly. This was awfully wordy and yet I still wasn't entirely assured what I was being sued for, an actual look of concentration managed to crease my features slightly as I moved to flip another page. I'm not sure Kat has ever managed to see me look concerned. It is hardly my being sued that was bothering me however, I got sued at least once every year over something, my legal team was exceptional- at least I suppose they were, I'd never yet had to appear in any court and yet that tended to be because they were suing some part of the company- not me personally as this appeared to be.

"She.....appears to be suing me for fifty-one percent of the company, challenging our parents Will, claiming a significant amount in money she believes should have been hers from the beginning, tax fraud that has to do with my second company and attempting to claim damages due to the emotional distress I have caused her- can you even sue for that?"

I glanced briefly towards Kat, having almost forgotten her existence for a moment before my mind managed to find its way through the haze of well, I'm not entirely assured I even know what this emotion is, annoyance? Disappointment? Surprise? I shook my head slightly, attempting to clear it, an almost pointless gesture really considering my mind is almost entirely capable of shutting off in any given moment. This was....going to make things more difficult than I had anticipated. This as also going to result in a night spent on the phone, something I really had little intention of doing, I suppose I could always return to my usual method of coping- avoidance and denial. I wasn't entirely good at that and yet this was hardly an issue that was about to go away. I reached easily behind myself to snatch my phone from my back pocket, typing easily with one finger before sending the text. For now, at least, it was taking care off.

"I suppose we better go down stairs, let's worry about this later. I have something to show you after dinner tonight all the same."

I managed a grin at this in the least, knowing entirely well how much Kat disliked my knowing something she didn't, let alone my hiding something from her. My imposing law suit, for now at least, could be worried about a little later- our twenty three minutes was up and I hardly needed anyone come to fetch us.

"Shall we?"

I offer Kat a hand all the same, attempting to help her get off the bed although really why I would ever want to help her off of or out of a bed I will never truly know. Had I my way we would never do anything else. I moved to stride easily towards the door, holding it open for Kat all the same before moving to head back down the stairs and towards one of the multiple dining rooms- alright, I took a bit of a guess with which room we were meeting in and yet if I knew Elena I was entirely assured her photoshoot would have been in the North courtyard this time of year. A guess that proved entirely correct as what remained of Elena's 'girls' were still leaving through the door I moved to enter, the blue gold of my gaze however, remained firmly focused on Etienne and Elena sitting within. See, I can be a good boyfriend and not look at the woman in the extremely revelling bikini. Alright, I took a bit of a look I'm not made of stone, I'm also entirely assured I know that woman.....I ignored it for now, brushing the thought aside before moving to stroll across the room, managing to get about halfway before Etienne started chuckling and Elena held a look of mortified horror. I'd seen that look once, the very first time she had ever taken me for a driving lesson and yet considering I had not driven a car into the pool (again) I truly had no idea why she seemed so entirely mortified, my toned, lean form pausing halfway across the room and beside Kat.

Kohl, darling, where are your shoes? Is it....common not to wear shoes when you are dining in this city you come from?

My shoes? I managed to glance down, staring in momentary surprise at the socks that greeted me. Evidently I had been entirely too distracted by my sister and her ridiculousness to remember to put my shoes back on. I am entirely assured Elena would have died had I told her I often spent my nights wearing no shoes and eating pizza on the lounge- presuming Kat was not attempting to have me shoot at something.

"It is a style, Elena, sort of a new version of smart casual. It's big right now."

Etienne, I am assured understood the joke, Elena merely seemed confused before pausing to take another look as if almost considering whether or not this should be her new photo shoot before I managed to actually reach the dining table and seat myself beside Kat. My attention however, had already moved to my plate and what appeared to be an artfully designed piece of rubber.

"It looks....very unique, what is it?"
It is halloumi with foie gras.

The blank look upon my features surely inspired Elena to speak once more.

It is sheep cheese ad goose liver- though it sounds so pedestrian when you say it like that.

I thought it sounded entirely less edible, my gaze briefly shifting to Kat in the hopes, perhaps, that I might be able to shift half of it onto her plate without anyone noticing. Elena however, had evidently decided Kat was also her target once more.

Tell me, Katerina, what do you do for work?


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so you want to play with magic?