“Yes and yes I am but i’m also doing my job keeping Stark Company things safe as well as the people.” He told her gruffly as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Look I don’t wanna ‘ave to take you in. You seem like a nice girl” He told the brunette slowly. “Now, just what were you doing in Stark Enterprise?”
He didn’t seem like a bad guy, as rugged looking as he was. He had just saved her from certain death, after all.
“Fine. If you must know, I drunk-dialed Robb Stark last night and left him the most humiliating, pathetic tequila-infused voice message ever. So I snuck into his office just now and deleted it before he could listen to it.”
She gave the security guard her best puppy dog eyes.
“Please don’t turn me in!”
Jory had been expecting to hear something more..dramatic. More….out of a tv show or a movie. Not a drunk dial. He stared at the young woman, mouth dropping open as she spoke. “I-I guess I can’t turn you in for that…” Jory scratched his head as he sighed deeply. “You know, I’ve heard drunk dialing Robb Stark is not an uncommon occurrence. You would have most likely have been fine.” He tried to make the talk turn around for the better and offered her his hand. “I’m Jory. Are you alright though? You did almost get hit by a car…”
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