”“Really? I have message for you from the Greybeards.”“The Greybeards? What do those old hermits want with me?”“They’re convening a peac... council at High Hrothgar.”“Why? There’s nothing to discuss as long as that traitor Ulfric is in arms against his rightful Emperor.”“We need a truce until the dragon menace is dealt with.”“I agree that they are getting to be a problem. But I wasn’t sent to Skyrim to fight dragons. My job is to quell this rebellion, and I intend to do just that, dragons or no. She also got a heap of instructions on what they wanted her to do with their assets on Earth.With the help of the von Holtons, they set her up as their proxy to dispose of them. The von Holtons also suggested to the crewmembers that were staying should do something as well. As a result, they were kept busy sorting out the legal requirements for them.Somehow, they managed to get set up with their own office and on the Futura payroll. They also intended to come back. Vanesa had already purchased. “I think I’ll just mention -- when the three of us are alone -- that you explained the whole situation that I walked in on just now,” Chloe said. “And I’ll say that you had some good things to say about his dick and that I’m curious.”“This sounds like a porno,” Grace giggled. “But that would be hot. I like your idea.”“And from there, I imagine he’ll whip the thing out and I’ll get to work on it.” “That sounds great,” Grace said, still grinning. “I can’t wait. Maybe I could suck his dick after. The fourth was Francis Costello from the local paper. The woman was clearly paired with the star of the bunch, Michael Gordon of the Wall Street Journal. I had the hook. I just needed the bait."Gentlemen, Miss Smith, I am Sheila Schwartz, soon to be Schwartz-Richards. The reason you are in this room is that Sean and I have had dealings of a business nature, which are of interest to your readers, right? Right?" All the heads nodded. "Bullshit. While I agree that this is reportable news, we would.