Lucrezia made it quite clear that less was more. Niamh didn't need to have a complete breakdown but she'd be coached through it before any appearance in court. A few short more notes and she'd gave Niamh her marching orders. The Irishwoman took her business card, it had the archaic nature of a signet ring but it was an unspoken symbol of her wealth. No one else bothered with that mad affectation unless they were rich and powerful enough to merit it. It was a minature work of art, the paper alone was probably worth enough to feed a family on Basic for a few days. She rose, mildly disgruntled at how curtly she was dismissed. Still, she was in her domain and if she wanted to come out of this then she would kowtow and do whatever Dionisi told her to. "Until tomorrow Mrs Dionisi" the next words nearly choked her, "Thank you" the basic civility took some effort to get out. Niamh left the office with as much confidence as she could muster. __________________________________ Niamh was somewhat fresher on her second visit to Mrs Dionisi's office. The benefits of a long bath, a bottle of wine, and eight hours of glorious dreamless sleep. She'd been busy in the intervening time. She'd compiled the report as best she could with the list of all known employees that had survived the incident as well as those who could possibly have testimony against her. The other details, including that of the operations at the camp, were locked under a layer of encryption software, she'd only only open it at the office. Her garb was a bit more feminine this time. A neat pencil skirt with a white blouse. She wore her hair up and had on a pair of small heels, the clicking of them heralding her arrival. "I have an appointment with Mrs Dionisi" she informed the secretary with a haughty tone to her voice. "She's expecting me" a salve to cover up that she'd been ordered to be there at nine o clock sharp.