“Have you considered becoming an official part of our organization?”

No she didn't. Despite it being the easiest way to solve all her issues, since her parents never pushed her to actually join the organization she never really thought of it as a possibility. She couldn't help but let out a defeated chuckle. "I'm sure for the short term that would help.." She fully understand why she is hesitant with accepting such an answer, "Right now.. I do have the free time for it.. but eventually I'll need to take over the company..."

Echoes of her mother's voice planted the seeds of a budding headache, the grip on her cup tightening as she was trying to redirect her brains focus from it. "Um.. This may sound a bit silly from being a supporter and all.. But what exactly do you guys do?" She felt like she didn't word that correctly, her eyes darting around the room for a second as she'd stumble over a couple ums, and ehs, "I mean.. I see the big goals.. but I just throw money and don't see.. the smaller roles.."

Naia was far too familiar of the sensation of burning oneself with coffee, even so she couldn't completely hide her wince when some of it landed on her. However the most uncomfortable part of this encounter was the very fact the man before her didn't even flinch when he took the brunt of it all; unnervingly so when he was causally trying to brush it off from his ruined dress shirt now.

"I'm heading up to the 43rd, I have a meeting with Mrs. Kayode."

Ah, that would explain it... The reason why she probably didn't fully remember him was because he wasn't in the list of names of their partnerships, but instead people of interests. With his next words her eyes dropped down to his shirt, and guilt ransacked her mind once more. "Um.." Naia's eyes darted away from him when she spoke up from how uncomfortable it was to look at her mistake, however while she spoke the Pokémon beside her was actively rummaging through a small carry on it wore, offering it up to the man as a temporary form of help.

"If you.. were already thinking of taking a detour." She paused, giving him a quick glance to see if he was even interested in her words before straightening up. She really wanted to be careful with her next words. "We can.. go to a higher floor to give you a change of clothes.. I'm.. sure we have a few extra dress shirts." the way she spoke with an infliction on some of her words showed she wasn't completely sure, "Worse case, there's a bathroom there.."

“Oh no no, there isn’t a problem as far as I have been made aware. In fact, I should be the one asking that.”

Now this was awkward, it seemed that both of them were thrown into a position where neither knew why they were actually there. Or more accurately, none of them new how to improve a relationship that was already steady. Naia's furrowed brows only deepened when he continued, the very word 'trouble' only causing her expression to get darker before she'd sigh heavily.

Trouble is just everything for Naia, not once has she experienced what it was like to not be troubled, this situation included. She was given a golden ticket, one that if she didn't have a conscious like her mother, she knew she should be taking to further push the company. Money isn't much of an issue, but perhaps manpower or more connections.

But that's not what he was asking. From his words alone there could be issues with loyalty or pressure from the outside that is effecting the group as a whole. Either way for Naia this is a great opportunity to solidify herself amongst Rocket giving her smooth sailing for when her mother will have to eventually step down or die.

"Everything--" Wait, maybe she should sound a bit more professional like at work. Oh no, since she paused it sound like there is a lot of trouble. Her grip tighten on the bottle as she panicked; a swirl of negative thoughts of repercussions filling her thoughts until a familiar ring broke her out. Her Indeedee balancing a tray with two cups, and placing it down onto the coffee table between them.

"Uh, I misspoke.. There are no problems.." Why was she so worked up, it isn't a new thing that she was a mess up, why did she think she can pretend what she isn't, "I have more.. of a personal issue however." She'd open her mouth to continue but then close it, placing her barely touched soda down on the table picked up what she assumed was the red eye and leaving behind what looked to be a latte from how light it was. "I have no.. uh.. better way of saying.. I feel I need to more personally contribute to your cause.. A lot of my influence is just from my mother.. so I feel like if she were to ever retire, then..." she'd pause to collect her thoughts and then continue, "Many would question my loyalty..?" A slight head tilt came with that questioned tone, she didn't know if what she was saying was making sense to him, but what mattered is that she did manage to get it out now. Content with herself, she'd bring her cup to her mouth to lightly blow on it a few times and take a sip. Her Pokémon taking a stand at her side, ready to serve anything that came to the two's mind.

Printed words only continued to get more jumble up the further the pressure continued, Naia found herself experiencing the onset of a budding headache. The distorted growl and ring of her familiar companion grew further as he was already out the door before she fully realized what was happening. With a heavy sigh, she'd slump back into her office chair, the weight of her body dipping it backwards as a hand reached for her glasses. She needed them out of the way so she could attempt to rub the bridge in-between her eyes and with just as fast as he had left, did her Indeedee return, bottle in hand.

To come having a psychic Pokémon intruding on your feelings could make one uncomfortable, but it was moments like this was she thankful of this. Once she shook a pill free, did she clear the cling of a newly procured glass of water upon her desk; he really did think of everything. Naia was begin to feel hopeless, from the constant headaches she wasn't so sure she'd be able to get everything done today and she sure as hell didn't want to see her mother's reaction.

As if it was a cruel prank, did her phone begun to ring, the contributor being the very source of her stress. "Good Afternoon, Mrs. Kayode." To most it could feel weird to call your own parent by their name, however to Naia this actually felt more comfortable; there was barely any affection between her and her mother in the first place. So this best described them, Boss and Employee. Another test, another errand, at least it wasn't connected to her dirty work. Or maybe not completely.

It was supposed to be a quick elevator down, talk to some grunts, get some files, and then back to her paper hell. It was probably why she went into autopilot mode, having her eyes completely glued on her phone and when that elevator sound rang she went to move. It unfortunately wasn't her stop, instead it was the floor that mainly housed board meetings, or potential new clients or in other words a floor that wasn't used too much.

It was jarring to suddenly bump into something hard, her eyes instantly jumped up to see a stranger with scars. Without so much of a peep she'd quickly take steps back, her eyes darting from the floor display, the stranger, and her Pokémon companion who seemed to be trying to convey it's apologies on behalf of Naia, and then shooting glancing at her. "Ah.. Sorry..." Her voice seemed to trail off as she'd take further steps into the elevator, keeping her eyes off from him as much as possible --save for the couple of glances.

If anything her looks seemed more confused and curious, her face only conveying it with the slight furrow of her eyebrows and with the small tilt of her head. She was doing her best to flip through the number of faces and people her mother told her to memorize, but currently she was drawing a blank. "Um..", hundreds of questions flash through her head before she'd finally land on one, "Where are you headed next?"

These Are Words

These are Big Words

And These are Sussy Words

A sigh, and hopefully one of relief. That alone brought back some confident back into Naia, and with one word he begun loosing up his tie. A scene Naia only thought was possible whenever business men come home tired from work, or from those HBO TV shows-- a scene that is definitely not happening right now. So, with a pop she'd bring her attention away from him and to her bottle instead, taking in a few sigs of her drink while he settled himself in.

"Anyhow, the name is Gerald…"

"Nice to meet you.. Gerald" She carried on with a bit of a tempo to her words, only managing to drag out the you as she was quickly recalling his name. "Um.. I think my mother was supposed to be here instead of me.. so uhm.." She did say they could be more casual, but she was still finding it hard to find the words. She still didn't want to be rude, and she definitely didn't want anything to come back to her mother. "Is.. there a problem?"

Ah.. this was so awkward..

This entire time he hasn't given his name yet, or at least she didn't think so. Perhaps he said it the moment they met, and if he did it would be super rude of her to ask now. But if he hadn't given his name at all, then it would be even more so stressful, it probably meant he didn't see her worthy enough or didn't live up to his standards. Maybe he didn't trust her enough. She didn't know how to address him without a name, and really didn't know how to even start a conversation with him. Still even with that added stress, it was a relief that he managed to make his way over to the living room, even more so when he talked.

“Nice place you have here.”

Naia never really go to explore the entirety of this place, the condo itself was mainly used by her family as a hideout of sorts. It was comprised of three main parts, the basement in which her father did the majority of his procedures, the main floor for greeting, meetings, and even lounging and then the upper floors for over night patients. She could only assume the main floor was used for more social gatherings rather than the top floor because there were far more avenues to escape from, windows large enough for people, plenty of back doors, and exists to the other floors if need be. You can't get cornered here at least.

"Thanks, It serves it's purpose." She spoke as she made her way into the living room with him, opting to sit in a nearby armchair rather than on the couch beside him. It wasn't until she sat down did she truly come to terms with how stressed she was, her body instantly relaxing the moment it didn't need to overwork itself. The seat was surprisingly comfy and she was relaxing rapidly despite being alone in a room with a complete stranger-- a bad sign she was getting even more sleepy.

She didn't even need to think about getting up and grabbing anything as her Indeedee came in, holding two glass Soda Pops, one in each hand. The familiar and tempting smell of coffee lofting from the kitchen told her that something more fitting was coming soon and this was to hold her off from now, and while it placed one of the bottles on the coffee table, the other went directly in her hand, "Thanks Seb." She spoke in a low soft tone, with far more affection then she had showed this entire time, and with another distorted ring it left.

"S-Uhm.." There was a moment of confidence to speak, but was quickly dashed when she thought her original way of wording would be too rude or harsh. While only a second pause, it felt almost too long for Naia, "Feel.. free to just relax. Formality.. can be." She'd look away, her brows furrowing as she tried to piece the words together, "not.. fun? It just feels stuffy. My mother may like it, but it's a bit too much for me." More like it was too exhausting to constantly think about the dos and don'ts.

Naia without a doubt couldn't here the man has he walked up to her, cleared his voice and even spoke, but perhaps there was that looming sixth sense one get when someone suddenly approaches your vicinity that alerted to his presence. That or the fact that his body was blocking some of the light, a dangerous situation to have your eyes closed in the dark. It was for a second did her face tense up, a bodily reaction to the mere thought of opening her eyes when it was so comfortable up to this point but when she finally opened her eyes rather than looking up at him directly she'd take that moment to check out their surrounding.

Once she confirmed that it was only them two that's when she'd look up at the male, "Ah.. Hello...", a far contrast to his more formal greeting, but at least with the same amount of emotional inflection. But, as she reached for the railing, there was a moment of hesitation. Was she supposed to say something else? Maybe she was supposed to say something that sounded more like an underhanded boss.. What would they say?

Ah, I've been expecting you.

The mere thought of saying that made her physically cringe, maybe instead she should treat it like how her mother normally interact with people. Once she fully stood up, she'd instantly start patting off her dress to remove any dust and dirt from it as she calmly recited, "Naia, it's a pleasure to meet you." Cleaned off, she'd proceed up the stairs to open the door before looking back at him, "I think.. It'd be better to talk inside?" her last word came out slow, uncertain if it was actually a better idea to do so, or if they had other places to be, but at least inside there was snacks and coffee so to her it was a better idea.

Once and if he accepted then she'd stand by to keep the door open for him, if he was extra observant of her, he'd probably notice that her hand would reach for her purse, but then react. Probably a wise decision for now not to pull out a pokeball in case he was worried she'd try to attack him or something, "Make.. yourself comfortable" It was with awkward execution, the moment of hesitation coming from either forgetting the next line or her switching what she was going to say at the last second. And even more so, the way she'd keep her distance and not sit down, just clumsily hovering around till he'd do just that.

She wanted distance, or at least a moment where she could try and sneakily summon one of her Pokémon into the room. Though no matter how stealthily she'd do this the distorted, low growl accompanied by disembodied bells of her Indeedee would make it very apparent what she was trying to accomplish. Rather than it look aggressive, it'd curiously look around to her and then her guest and then leave the room to go towards the kitchen.