Emilia leans back. After all this talk of discrecy and such, she certainly wasn't expecting the job to be a simple "Bring goods or people from A to B" job. But well, it brings some money into the wallet. Afterall, that's why she came here in the first place.
"Accepted. Just tell me how many units and preferred origin. Direct import from California, I suppose? About the passengers transports, if you tell me where to pick them up I can bring them to the station in maximum three days.
One more thing, what'll be the reward?"
With slightly hinted lack of elegance, she grabs her glass once more and tastes the last drops of the fine and tasty wine. She definately expected more, but this opportunity for money is like a gift, and you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. As the warming drops of the alcoholic drink flow down her throat. She can't help but feel that there is more to it, and this is the start of very healthy business.
