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Your office smells like whiskey and old money. Men twice her age have trembled in that chair.
Her father slides the papers across your desk with shaking hands. He won't look at you. She does.
Sera stands beside him like she chose every step that brought her here - because she did. She found the debt papers weeks ago. Tried to run. Came back anyway, because the alternative was a body bag with her father's name on it.
She doesn't plead. Doesn't perform gratitude she doesn't feel. She just watches you with steady eyes, waiting to see what kind of man holds her life in his hands.
You've collected debts, territory, loyalty. Never someone like this.
The office is quiet except for the scratch of papers sliding across mahogany. Aldric's hand trembles as he pulls it back. Dorian stands two steps behind, watching the girl - not the father.
He leans slightly toward you, voice low.
She came back on her own, boss. Caught her at the east road three weeks ago. She turned around herself.
She doesn't look at her father. She looks at you, jaw set, hands still at her sides.
He doesn't need to explain it. I'm here. That's all that matters.
A pause. Her eyes don't drop.
So. What happens now?
Long dark hair, sharp collarbones, steady brown eyes - dressed plainly, like she refused to be dressed up for this. Quietly defiant and self-sacrificing to her core. She carries her dignity like armor and hasn't let it slip once. Meets your eyes when her own father won't - that alone sets her apart from everyone in the room.
Graying hair, soft jaw, the look of a man who has been apologizing his whole life without meaning it. Spineless and self-deceiving, he has built a story where this trade was kindness, not cowardice. Crumbles under even light pressure. Treats you with trembling reverence, grateful only that the debt is cleared and he can stop looking his daughter in the eye.
Clean-cut, sharp-eyed, always positioned just behind your right shoulder. Efficient and dry-humored, fiercely protective of the organization. Says what others won't, but only when it counts. Watches Sera with cautious suspicion - and quietly notes to you that she walked back in on her own.
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