People often mistook her and Deon. They simply looked at them, saw the big fancy house and the big fancy cars and then saw them and divided them as pretty children, the pretty bitch daughter, and the pretty steroid taking brother. It was far from the truth, Deon was smarter then he looked, although given the choice of one Jack O’Conner she was seriously starting to doubt that. He was behind on his delivery schedule despite the fact he had been given apt warning from their ‘sorter’.

No this time it was Nat’s turn to make sure things got done, Jack was capable of doing the job, and the job itself was doable, yet he seemed to make a balls end of things. No, it was time to liaise with their ‘sorter’ see what information he had gathered and just what he was planning on doing to ensure Jack knew how bad things were getting and could get.

Letting out a breath she brushed a hand through dark locks of hair, the message had been sent and if he was anything like he had been before, then he was going to be on time. She had chosen the beach side bar for a reason, it was secluded and people stayed the hell away.

Dark eyes flickered from the watch and then up to the man currently blocking her sun, lifting the sunglasses until they rested on her head. “Your late” She stated gesturing for him to take a seat. Licking her lips she let out a breath, turning her head to face him. “He’s late, again, please tell me what you plan on doing about it”

Walter adjusted the straw cowboy hat and sat down. His unbuttoned beach shirt flapped loosely over his swim trunks. "Time doesn't matter in these meetings. Being timely means you are predictable." He sat down slowly and looked his employer up and down. "And if you think you are better then me, then find another employee, if not don't question my methods." He pulled out a pen and placed it on the table. "He know's he's late and he is going to be getting me a car to show that he is still doing his job. This will be a test, if he fails I make a more forceful test. Two weeks will be the next delivery, I will put him on a time limit from then on in." Walter decided to pick the game up a few steps, "You and your brother, where do you want these cars going and why?"

Natassia rose a brow at him, “Being on time means your reliable” She stated “I like the people im paying to be reliable, which means being where I tell them to be, at the time I tell them to be” Licking her lips she turned her gaze fully over to him. It wasn’t the first time she or her family had worked with him, but it was the first time she was officially meeting him, and it was safe to say he was far from what she expected him to be.

She didn’t particully like his idea of sorting it out, Jack O’Conner wasn’t the only one working to a time, but unlike her brother she had foreseen him being behind and had accounted for it. She’d just have to account for this as well. Brushing a hand through her hair she smiled, “Sounds fine by me, but I’d like you to keep an eye on those around him, those’ he’s close to just in case”

Swallowing she laughed softly, “We’re all just fish in a big pond” She stated with a small shrug of her shoulders “the why isn’t important.” Licking her lips she lent forward slightly, “the cars are to be delivered to the docks and loaded onto a boat there, the rest then will be in someone elses hands”

Walter rapped his fingers over the table briskly. "I don't leave any loose ends and I don't let people walk over me, I know how to turn people against their friends and family." He already had cased Jack, Brian, Faye and even his employers. "You family calls my agency because of people like me. Fish in a pond, you may be but we are the ones who restock and tell the fishmen what they can and can't catch. You're employer will have his cars in two weeks." He didn't add in the extra part about everyone being dead if the car's didn't get delivered because sure as Natassia hired him the man behind the curtain probably hired someone just as good. "You just keep the payment's coming and let me worry about the rest." He took his pen up and wrote down a routing number. "Fifty large by sunrise. Two day's price for hiring me. I'll have the weekly price for you on friday." He stood up and pocketed his pen before walking away.