Layla finally sunk into her chair and crossed her legs at the ankles. Right, she hoped she wouldn't have to wait much longer for the others to get there. Time was money.

"I'm fine thank you." She rummaged through her purse and pulled out her inkwells and her quill. Quick notes quill, how would she ever manage without them. They kept her from getting chipped nails, there was nothing she hated more than that.

She looked up as someone else joined the room and was really hoping it was her partner but it was not. She sighed quietly. This man was not wearing slippers and orange robes to their meeting. She tried not to stare and instead read and reread, the label on her inkwell.