Let's Get Down to Business

[ifwebefriends]

Straight from the airport to the office, Harry in his wake for once. Normally he leaves his head of security in England, but more and more business is being done on this side of the pond now (as Serptichore becomes more established in America), and for the next three foreseeable months Robin intends to be Stateside. Enough staff has been left in

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[fey_fire]

Ah, but before he ascends in that elevator, Rory has his rangy form leaned against a chair back in the lobby as he chats with the receptionist. Her name is Natalie, as it turns out, and she was hired when her predecessor apparently decided to switch coasts and moved to Serptichore's LA office. Robin's tendency to play musical staffing has not abated.

Rory takes the upcoming meeting seriously and has therefore actually opted to wear a suit for once. No tie though. He reserves those for weddings, funerals and other solemn occasions, and the word solemn isn't often associated with the man he's about to see.

Natalie dimples prettily at him as she enthuses about how she just loves working for Mr. Fellowes, because she gets to meet such interesting people. Fortunately the elevator chimes its arrival just then, sparing Rory the need to reply. He straightens, smoothing one hand down his jacket.

[serptichore]

Harry emerges from the elevator looking in the usual business suit he wears when on the clock, although today it's dressed down slightly by a t-shirt rather than dress shirt. He's also wearing sunglasses. If forced to speak on the subject, Harry would admit that his eyes are still adjusting from the grey skies of London to the sun here in New York; he would dismiss with a snort any suggestion that it's a calculated choice for the creation of a brusque, impersonal, and slightly-intimidating persona.*

Harry is a better liar than people think.

He homes in on the young man immediately and strides over; does not offer his hand, stopping instead with his hands behind his back. "Rory Stone? 'm Henry. If ye'll follow me."

Harry knows nothing about this 'Rory Stone'-- nothing of his and Robin's previous acquaintance-- and so treats hims exactly the same as he does all Robin's new musicians: detached distance. It's just another part of the job, and not really his favorite. He turns on his heel, leading the way back to the elevator.

*To be

[fey_fire]

Harry's laconic self-intro is barely needed; Rory recognizes the man quickly enough from Cait's description. "Sandy-haired, boxer type. Built like the proverbial brick house. I have fun trying to get him to blush, though." Though she neglected to mention whether or not she'd ever succeeded.

As he follows the head of security to the elevator, his brief internal debate over whether or not to mention his connection to the head of Serptichore gets quickly resolved. After all, Harry will find out sooner or later anyway, likely sooner if he's as good at his job as reputed. And Rory's not particularly worried about the opinions anyone might form as a result of knowing that Robin's an old (hah) family friend. If they think that favoritism is the only reason his band has been offered a contract, Breaker Street will prove them all wrong soon enough.

So as Harry punches the button for the top floor, he brings it up, but obliquely. "Cait asked me to say hello." His smile shifts to something not exactly mischievous.

[serptichore]

Harry shoots the young musician a quick glance at the mention of Cait, then gives him a second critical look, his eyes behind the shades flickering from the dark hair down to the man's shoes and back up to his face.

Wouldn't have guessed it at first glance, he supposes, but now that he's looking for it he thinks he can see a certain something in the smile, maybe in the cheekbones. The coloring, yes...

"Yeh family?" Harry asks.