I Dated a Deadly Auditor by Viola Grace

Author:Viola Grace
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: angel, tentacles, wings, escort, lucky, analyst, auditor, kiss of luck
Publisher: Viola Grace

Chapter Fourteen

“Ledia. I am Tirra, and I am in charge around here for now.” She held out her hand, and Ledia shook it carefully.

“You have a steady hand.” Tirra spoke with a smile.

“I work around a lot of softies. I am used to not squishing your kind, though I get the feeling you are harder to crush than you should be.” Ledia smiled. “Well, I can add a new piece every three weeks or so. I have the designs for the first statues and can get started today if you will allow it.”

The glossy block of water-breather blinked. “Am I not standing here?”

Ledia couldn’t meet his eyes. She nodded. “Oh, hello. Patron?”

Tirra nodded. “Yes, he’s a patron. Patron, this is the sculptor.”

“Ledia. Right. You carve stone?”

She looked away from him and mumbled, “I shape it.” He was hypnotic in person. She had seen him on the news vids negotiating for assistance with some deep-sea mining operations.

Tirra left the patron and put an arm around Ledia. “Sorry. I know that you weren’t expecting to see anyone today.”

Ledia nodded shyly. They walked away from Juro, and Ledia glanced back at the confused water-breather. “He’s taller than I thought.”

They walked to the site where the first blocks had been dropped. Tirra sighed. “I am sorry. I thought they would stack them.”

Ledia smiled. “I can stack them. This is the first design.” She took a design out of her pocket, and it was Salat and Khytten. Salat was lying on his back, and Khytten was astride him, her head thrown back. It was a very powerful image to start with.

“Oh. Wow. That is definitely a statement for the entryway.” Tirra looked at the stone and then the image. “How long will it take?”

“I can finish it today then head back to the docks tomorrow.” She wheezed a little. “Damn.” She took out an inhaler with oxygenated fluid and sprayed it into her mouth, inhaling it into her lungs. Rathnard’s Syndrome sucked. She bent over and let out the barking cough that distinguished the syndrome. She wasn’t built to be a mermaid, but tell that to her lungs.

Once she had her lungs under control, she went to the stones and started picking them up and arranging them.

She was being paid a lot to make the statues faithful to the subjects, so she had better get started.

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