Lucille Stedman could tolerate a lot of things. Melrin, she had lived with Ted! If that wasn't preparation enough, she didn't know what would be. But she did not tolerate that kind of disrespect and assumption. Closing the door behing her back, Luce calmed herself down. Two people can play this game...
"Adventure? Ms. Amerie, I didn't know you were so badly informed. Poor woman. I should have told you, I'm sorry. I never thought you had such idea." walked until she was face to face with Gretta to start stalking life if she was truly and naivly surprised.
"Gosh, that owl! So, I assume you never got the invitation?" Lucy was careful there. Jake still did not know she was getting married and she wanted to keep things like that. "Please, stop by my house later for me to give you the invitation. I can not trust my poor sweet Gretchen.. She's getting a bit old. Please come by later. 51 Arle Road." she picked up a small piece of parchement and wrote Nick's her adress down.

She pulled one of the chairs a bit and invited Gretta to sit down, as she gestured Jake to sit behind his desk. Then, she sat down.
"Now, onto to business. I shall forget that insult you just made me, Ms. Amerie. I assume if you want to know what Mr. Rider already knows." she paused and looked deeply at Gretta. There was a little challenging shine in her eyes that her boss would easily notice - that was her point. "I just informed Mr. Rider about the deaths of the students. I also informed him of who my source was so he can conclude how truthful and trustworthy it is." she paused again. "We were about go and request a meeting with Reagan Taylor as well as to Law Enforcement." she looked down and muttered loudly.
"Merlin, I should have guessed you'd like to come."