Jack took her luggage, not missing to realize the clicking sound of her heels on the floor and not able (or willing) not to look at her: knee high boots, the tight fitting beige dress, her flaming red hair... only a few seconds it takes him to catch up with her again and he points towards an elevator that would lead them out of the noisy hangar.
When the door of the elevator slides closed, Jack puts down her luggage, leans back to the side wall of the elevator, watching himself and her in the mirror of the far side of the cabin:
"I only have a rough plan..." he smirks, waits for a second, while the elevator is moving upwards for quite some time.
"First... as always... business..." he shrugs, almost as if he wanted to apologize but his smile and the eyes that meet hers might tell her that he actually likes talking business with her... "...of course in a relaxed atmosphere."
The doors slide open, he picks up her baggage again and walks down a corridor that doesn't look like a factory now, but resembles the corridor of a Luxury Liner, yet not that well looked after. They pass a glass wall through which a swimming pool can be seen, approximately 20-30 meters long and 10 meters wide. Some sun-loungers are standing around the pool, artificial radiation emitters facing them and some likely false exotic plants and palm trees are also there, creating an atmosphere that is a sharp contrast to the industrial setting, the ore production facility noises and hangars.
"Mr. T.R. Jameston - the former owner before... he was arrested and executed - loved water...." he explains while walking past the glass and entering the swimming hall through a glassen door. The chlorine smell as well as the warmth welcomed them.
"I decided to keep it..." and then he faces her, stopping a few meters from the pool, nodding into the directon of the bag that he is carrying: "I hope you have been a good girl..." he voices the last part teasingly... "... and packed the stuff I told you you might need... for our working meeting" and he also pronounces the 'working' part ironically.
And with a gesture he points at a table between two loungers. On the table there is a data pad, 6 sets of wine glasses of different sizes and shapes, as well as about 10 different bottles of wine.
