The River In Reverse

Business As Usual

"Christian Dior Denim Flow, I told her I'm trying to eat out so what we going to dinner for...' Kanye Omari West

Dany

It felt good to be back in the Crownlands, though she was a Valyrian born and raised on the state of Dragonstone. Dany had made a home here in this large country.

Jon and Dany both owned countless properties with different homes that they could circulate if need be.

And whilst Ice & Fire had many offices throughout the world, the main office they worked at was the one in Kings Landing, the capital city of the Crownlands.

It was also an added relief to be away from the North, if not for her husband's sake. His mood had immediately lifted when they left the snowy republic and landed into sunnier shores.

Though even in their private jet she could tell his thoughts were distracted with his family.

Much like her thoughts were distracted with her own.

Thoughts of her mother who would be in the Crownlands sometime this week even today. Especially after they told Jorah that Dacey would be arriving at the end of the week.

While Jorah has a complicated relationship with his family, a trait that she shared with many of the people in her inner circle. Safe to say that Jorah was fond of his sister and would want to help with regards to whatever news she was bringing.

But as of now she was back into the swing of work.

They had arrived in the morning and Jon had offered to take the girls home to Allyria. Usually she would leave them with a nanny or Ashara but her mother in law was currently celebrating her anniversary with Davos in the Stormlands and Allyria had offered.

She would have headed straight to the office but a phone call from her assistant Missandei had made her inform the driver to change route before she arrived at the seven seasons, an expensive hotel that they owned.

Dany double checked on her pad and confirmed with Missandei if the information was accurate and she bit back a laugh at the person she was about to meet. She knew that Salladhor Saan was still sour after their business in Qarth but for that sourness to lead to the stupidity she was watching before her, it made her chuckle.

The doorman opened her car door and Dany gave him a smile.

'Ms. Targaryen your visits are very few' Gary said with a smile.

'Perhaps you should visit me instead Gary' she said to the sweet old man who had worked here for over thirty years.

He laughed.

'Shall I tell them you have arrived madam?' he asked courteously.

She shook her head.

'No there is someone in the lounge I want to see. An old friend from college who seemed to have tangled up in my business' she said.

Yves Saint Laurent coat on with her Antonio Berardi dress and her Versace heels on. She strutted forward like she owned the place, which funny enough, she did.

The manager, whose name escapes her, she never made a habit of knowing the operations of the establishments she owned. She only knew Gary because he was a sweet old man that was there when both Jon and she took ownership of the lease. The manager himself made an effort to bend over backwards babbling on about the hotel and various celebrities that had come to stay here.

She eventually brushed him off only asking if he was still there and the manager confirmed.

She saw him in the lounge seated in one of the chairs with a laptop on his lap typing away and a Mai Tai on the table. This past week had felt like the past had been trying to find her, what with people she hadn't spoken to in so long coming and popping up.