The longer Kate sat in this office, the more certain she was that this was was some sort of scam.  Maybe Mister Lemon wasn't mistaking her for an escourt, but what sort of business was "Industires" anyway.  It seemed very vauge.  Just the sort of cover one would need to cover drug trafficing or kidnapping.  Kate had not been a suspicious person for very long, but she knew Connor had been kidnapped around the time of their first aquanteince.    Apparently becoming a Warwick did have it's share of dangers.

“Your… CV… Mrs. Warwick, is very vague. I would like to know more about your background. You are American, correct?”


"That is correct, Mister Lemon."  She knew her accent grew more pronounced with the emphasis, like the southern belle that she was.  "I'm from Georgia."

“What brings you to London?”

"To London?  Why, your letter.  My husband and I live in Wales."  He knew that. He'd sent the letter.  She was getting kidnapped then, by an over grown school boy who thought he was an old man.  It was a rather disappointing ending, but much more exciting than she'd ever imagined for herself.

Are you the best, Mrs. Warwick?”


"I am very good."  She said simply.  "It's true that my resume itself does not sing, but I assure you that I do."  Assumedly he might want to hear her at some point.  "Unless you've actually written because I'm a Warwick, and you hope to kidnap me.  If that is true, Mister Lemon, I might hope that my inlaws would be disappointed, and my new husband might possibly miss my company, but you'd have far more result kidnapping a dragon."  This statement was not delivered with any malice or disappointment, and she seemed remarkably good tempered for someone who might be getting kidnapped.  She couldn't begrudge Nat his dragons, and she knew from conversation that the only thing endearing her to the elder Warwicks was her blood status.