As soon as the dark haired man settled himself into his office chair, he started contacting his puppet companies. His Lady, as he had taken to calling her, had emailed him her resume, mostly as a formality, but it would certainly help narrow down where she could be best utilized. At least, that had been the plan in the beginning. That is, until he’d realized just how rare she was. But now, now he wanted this young woman close. No cover company would allow that, regardless of her being overqualified for any position therein.

What company would have any use for such a diverse individual? Well, his Firm, for one. Jim heaved a sigh as he glanced around the room for inspiration. Relatively neat piles of reports were stacked near a filing cabinet, his laptop with it’s blinking mail icon, and the messages filling up his voice mail. Seb was far less useful in the office than out in the field. Speak of the devil, that was his knock on the door. The tall blonde pushed the door in roughly, self-satisfied smirk firmly in place. Mission success, then. They exchanged nods, and Moran crossed the office to add his report to the latest pile.

“Y’know, you should think about getting an assistant, or something, Jim. This is getting rather out of hand.”

An assistant? Oh, that would work. The mad grin on his face earned him a sigh from the blonde.

“Alright, boss, I’ll bite. What insane plot do you have in mind today?”

“We’re going to outsource it to America.”

“You’re bringing in a bloody Yank?!”

The entire day, Fayte’s mind has revolved around one thing. Or, rather, one person. That enigmatic man, Mr. Moriarty, occupied a far larger portion of her conscious though than any other. She was functional, yes, but most of her mental resources had been concentrated on what had been said, analyzing his messages, mulling over her own responses, and pondering in general. He had offered the young woman a position working for him, though he hadn’t specified. She’d then brought up the argument of her physical capabilities to kill, or lack there of, and he had caught the lack of resistance regarding any mental or emotional hesitation. Which had been quickly countered with a theory that, with enough dedication or stimulae, one could feasibly override any such difficulty. To label his reaction as impressed would be an understatement. And that was a feat, as it’s not everyday someone impresses a criminal mastermind with ingenuity.

But something wouldn’t let one of his comments drop, the one about his “pet” Sebastian Moran. He’d compared him to John Watson, whom he’d referred to as Sherlock Holmes’s “pet”, and had implied that Moran was the better of the two, but it hadn’t been affectionate by any means. And if the woman was completely honest, it didn’t seem Mr. Moran was fulfilling his duties as such. Perhaps the position would be available? She thought saucily. She shook her head quickly, No, no. I shouldn’t think that. I wouldn’t be much of a play toy, for anyone. Besides, it’s not as if she’d have much to offer him if his preferences ran towards men.