"Hello." Luke said, walking in that morning, taking the coffee already held out by Arya.

"Mornin'" She replied.

   "I don't have a meeting today, but I want you to pull out these files, and send copies of them to this gallery in France. It is necessary for them to have these along with the receipt of their purchase for the new price we acquired a few weeks ago." He said, giving her the serial numbers for each file, and the receipt.

    "Oh, and make sure that the painting itself gets sent straightaway with the files. I want you to make sure the packaging is perfect so it will not be ruined." He added, before going into his office to make some calls.

    Arya nodded, and got to work. After making the copies she went to the gallery to oversee the packaging and such of the painting.

   "Yes yes, perfect. Mr. Corleone? " she called to the gallery's art expert. The short brunette straightened his colorful bowtie and black rimmed glasses as he walked over to her.

"Yes? Oh. Well, I think Mr.Graham will be pleased. " He said, looking at the painting in the box, then her. Well, up at her really. But for a short man, Corleone packed quite the enthusiasm for art. Arya smiled at him.

   "Nice doing business with you. Now, please put these files in the package as well. Mr. Graham said to send them with it." She said, handing him a large manila envelope, containing the copies. He smiled, nodded, the went scurrying away.

When Arya arrived at the office, she was met by a very nervous looking Sarah.

   "What's wrong?"

"He is NOT happy. Arya, he's mad ."

    "What-?"

    "I don't know!! Oh, please, don't go in there!" Sarah exclaimed for Arya had started for the door. She pushed the distraught redhead away with a huff, and entered his office.

    "I don't give a damn!!! What in the bloody hell do you think I would do? This is not how I want my business partners acting! Now you and I are not in business anymore Charles! THAT IS FINAL!!! " Luke roared into the phone, then slammed it in the desk, effectively breaking it. "Dammit!!!" He yelled, looking at the shattered screen. Arya walked over to him, just as the phone rang again. It was the desk phone. He picked it up.

    "What?" He demanded. "The painting.....was.....what?" He said in a voice so quiet it was even more terrifying than the roaring one. Then he hung up, gently laying the phone down.

   "Sir? What happened?" Arya asked tentatively. Luke looked up at her.

    "The painting you oversaw....it was stolen." He said slowly, clearly trying not to scream. She frowned.

    "France won't be happy."

"Hell yes they won't!!! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS WRONG WITH MY TRANSPORT TEAM?;?!!? ONE JOB, GET IT THERE, THEN GET THE MONEY, THEN COME BACK! I--"

"Luke!!!" Arya yelled at him. He stopped looking at her in shock. The red in his face faded slowly as she spoke.
"Calm down. This can happen anywhere. We were just unlucky for it to happen here. To us. We need to call the police, then France. This will be fixed. Calm. Down."

Luke seemed to shrink a bit under her stern gaze. "Your right. I'm sorry." He said quietly. She nodded, then shook her head, make her ponytail swing.

"It's okay. Now, let's make those calls eh? I'll handle the police, and you France." She said. He nodded again and slumped in his chair. She walked over to his desk, pulled the laptop to her and started typing.

    "What are you doing?" He asked tiredly.

   "Sending an e-mail to my mother to say I'll be home late. This will take up most of our day now." She said

"You really are amazing Arya. Thank you." He sighed. She looked up to meet his eyes looking at her with a peculiar expression that made her blush a little.

   "Its nothing sir. "

   "No. Its not." He insisted. He closed the computer as she hit send. He took her hands, looking earnestly into her eyes. "You're an amazing art critic, a miracle worker with analyzing my colleagues, and you talk to me in a way that shocks me into silence because you sound like a stern mother. Plus you are very practical. I lo- like that a lot."

   Arya blushed deeply, pulling her hands away. "Ah, I will make those phone calls shall I?" And quickly left the room with downcast eyes and burning cheeks. She thought she heard a sigh as the door closed behind her, and a low mutter. She caught a couple words. JUST A COFFEE GIRL.