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Rose slammed the door of the loft, glaring at her brother who just smirked at her as they walked in together.

"We really gotta stop doing this, don't we?" Derek teased, but Rose was in no mood.

"No, you really gotta stop doing this." Rose said pointing at him as she followed him down the steps.

Derek was definitely someone who knew exactly how to get under Rose's skin. And what better time to do it than right now.

"You say it like it's my fault." Derek gave the girl a confused look.

"Well it's always you who ends up in these situations." Rose continued to blame him. "And it's always me who has to end up finding your ass."

"But it always ends up working out, doesn't it?" Derek reassured the girl.

"Barely," Rose scoffed, rolling her eyes, "Aren't you forgetting about something?" Rose asked, reminding him that not everything had worked out for him. Kate had taken something from him: part of his power.

A cough broke their conversation and the two of them looked over at Peter who was standing beside Braedon at the other side of the loft. Rose and Derek both exchanged a weird glance, wondering what kind of arrangement Peter might be making.

"Now, if you two are done arguing, I am out 117 million dollars and trying to have a meeting with Braedon here." Peter announced clapping his hands together to try and get both Derek and Rose's attention and silence their fighting.

"So sorry to interrupt." Rose sarcastically pouted at her uncle's behavior.

Of course Peter's only concern is his own money being gone. In Peter's true selfish fashion, this was the only thing on his mind in this moment.

"Nice to see you two again," Braedon said, placing her feet on top of the table in front her.

"That table's Italian." Peter glared at the woman that sat below him on the chair.

"So are the boots." She gestured toward her shoes, with a small shrug of her shoulders.

Braedon winked at the young girl, causing Rose to smirk looking from Braedon to Peter.

"Now, are we going to talk interior design and fashion, or numbers?" Braedon continued with a smug expression on her face. Rose was beginning to really like the attitude Braedon carried. She fit in well.

Peter pressed his lips closely together, shaking his head lightly. He knew it now became three against one here.

He then continued to write down a number on a piece of paper, then sliding it over to Braedon.

Braedon stretched forward to look at the number, her eyebrows raised before looking back up at Peter. She took the pen herself, and wrote down a different number. She shoved the paper back to Peter and then leaned back on the couch, her arms crossed, as she waited for his response.

Peter looked at the number and then back at Braedon in complete disbelief.

"We're hiring you to find Kate." Peter stated, "Not assassinate the President."

Braedon shrugged and then explained, "I was hired by the Calaveras to find Kate. You're hiring me to find her first. Going against the Calaveras is what's going to cost you."

Peter took a moment to glare at the woman. But he was going to be able to out-stubborn her. She kept her stone cold expression waiting for Peter to make his next move.

Peter inhaled deeply and impatiently before writing down a new number and sliding it back to Braedon.

Braedon pursed her lips together, not even looking at the number before sliding it back to Peter.