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"I suppose." Daisy said with a light shrug, but there was a shadow in her eyes that hinted her childhood hadn't had that carefree moment. She shrugged when Babs mentioned the dress. "I was hungry." She claimed. "And they weren't going to let me in here in jeans and a T-shirt."

If Jim had an opinion on Babs inserting herself into the conversation, he kept it to himself, clearly unwilling to insert himself into her job duties. Still, he couldn't help but give a small smile of satisfaction when Babs presented her plan after carefully considering all the possibilities. Daisy, for her part, snorted when Babs mentioned rumors about a vehicle. "Yeah...I've heard those rumors too." She claimed. Coulson, having not seen said vehicle, just looked between the two quizzically, wondering why he'd never heard those rumors.

"I believe the saying is three men can keep a secret only after one has killed the other two." Coulson claimed, then smiled with a shake of his head. "But I don't think we need to get that drastic. "Captain?"

Jim nodded when Coulson addressed him. "I think it will work." He admitted, his mind refusing to register Babs slip about being the possible driver. "I have enough men...and women...that can be trusted to get the shipment through, especially if there's a diversion. "
 
Barbara shared a secret smile with Daisy and glanced briefly at Bruce Wayne. She was on the one hand surprised he hadn't said anything but on the other hand, she figured he was maintaining his persona of the barely interested playboy. If she was right he was only here to learn the route the convoy was taking so the overwatch she had hinted at could happen.

She glanced at Coulson and nodded her agreement, smiling when he added that they didn't need to go that far. She looked from him to her dad when Coulson addressed him and looked thoughtful. "Are you proposing GCPD help the secret vehicle while the convoy draws any attention that comes? Won't that draw attention to it?" She looked thoughtful. "I suppose if they're in plainclothes it might work." She looked at Coulson and Daisy then. "I don't know what the shipment is obviously but if there is this much concern it might be important so I think it has to be asked. If someone comes for this shipment, will cops be able to hold them off? Are we looking at common criminals here? Or something like a mercenary force? Or, perhaps worse, some of the uhhh...colorful criminal elements in Gotham?"
 
"We won't be able to keep the convoy a secret." Jim admitted reluctantly. Even if he could trust most of the officers on the force, something this big was not going to go unnoticed. "People are going to know something is going on...best to divert their attention to where we want it to go. "But yes...I'd like a nondescript vehicle to perform overwatch, while I ride in the armored car." Jim couldn't bring himself to use the term 'secret vehicle', it felt too James Bondish, though in a way they were performing a scene out of a spy movie. His gaze flickered to Babs as she questioned the abilities of the force, but he had to admit it was a valid question. "Depends who comes for it." He admitted. "If they hit the convoy...well, frankly, I'm not sure they'd put up much of a fight. If they hit the armored car...hopefully it's strong enough to hold out until backup arrives." He didn't clarify who...or what...he meant as backup.

"I doubt the likes of the Joker or Riddler would have any use for the item even if they found out about it." Coulson said. Clearly he'd done a threat assessment of the situation. "Neither would the local criminal element. Mercenaries are the biggest concern. Has there been any word of an uptick in that sort of activity?" Jim shook his head in response. Nothing had crossed his desk in that regard. Coulson nodded in response.

"Well...I think we have a plan, and the sooner we can put this together, the less time anyone will have to react. Jim...how soon can things be ready on your end?"

Jim frowned for a moment, then shrugged. "I just need to update the duty schedule. No need to tell anyone why until the day of. Give me two days, I can have this put together.

Coulson nodded, then turned to Barbara. "Miss Gordon? Can things be organized on your end by then?"
 
She nodded along with her dad when he mentioned diverting attention. "So the armored car would contain Captain Gordon, a trusted driver and Agent Johnson it sounds like. The whole idea behind the armored car is the diversion to the main convoy hopefully drawing all the attention." She glanced briefly at Daisy, pretty sure Daisy knew exactly who the driver was that Barbara meant. She didn't comment about his hopes for the armored vehicle, she'd have to check the manual later on that to see just what it was capable of.

She was relieved to hear that none of the criminal element would be interested, still, she wouldn't put it past them to do it simply to cause chaos or because they'd been hired to do it by an interested party. That wasn't really her concern to worry about. She listened as her dad gave a timeline of two days then looked at Coulson when he addressed her about having things ready in two days rather than Bruce Wayne. She was shocked he had addressed her instead of Bruce Wayne but somehow managed to keep her face neutral and not allow it to show, merely nodding thoughtfully before speaking.

"I know which car to use as the armored vehicle and have a driver in mind already if Mister Wayne doesn't object. They are very trustworthy in my opinion. On the convoy side of things, will it be your people and GCPD or will you want some security employees from Wayne Enterprises? If the latter I believe we can get a list of those with the proper skills and trustworthiness in the time required. They'll need to know who to report to and their assigned roles of course but all that will be part of the operational planning."
 
"I'd like to add some security with Waynetech to the armored vehicle load." Jim said as he nodded at the rest of Bab's statement. It was certainly a new experience seeing her in a professional setting. But then, he was still getting used to seeing her at all. "I think it would help with the delivery portion at least to have someone familiar with their protocol's." He had no idea, of course, that Babs was volunteering to be the driver so he didn't think to object to it.

If Bruce had any objections to Babs speaking for the company, or the timeline she presented, he kept it to himself, though he did smirk a bit when she mentioned the driver was trustworthy. He knew exactly who and what she was talking about. Coulson opened his mouth to reply, but the waitress suddenly appeared and began dispersing their orders. She had no trouble remembering who got what, and topped off everyone's glass before she silently vanished again. Once they were alone again, Coulson answered her questions. "I think a mix of employees with the decoy convoy would be good. Perhaps three from your company, and three from SH...ours. GCPD can fill in the rest. But yes...I'll need the contact information for the head of security. I can get him in touch with Ward, and they can work out the details of the convoy with Captain Gordon."
 
She looked at her dad and nodded. "We can certainly look into that. It'll be a fine balance between secrecy and security on the armored vehicle front. But you're correct, we'll need at least one person familiar with the protocols in that vehicle." She took a deep breath and smiled slightly when she saw Bruce smirk out of the corner of her eye, more or less confirming to her that he knew exactly what was going on.

She nodded to the waitress and took a sip of her drink after the woman left. She nodded to Coulson when he said he'd need the contact information for the Head of Security. "Of course. May I call you at the number you called from this morning to verify this lunch meeting? Or should I use a different number? I'm afraid I don't have that contact information on hand at the moment." She had no idea who the Head of Security was after all but figured she could find out once they got back to the office. She shot a questioning look at Bruce, thinking he might have the contact information that Coulson requested thus saving a bit of time on that front.
 
"No need to tell him what he's doing until the morning of." Jim pointed out. He didn't want to tell her how to do her job, but he did have a bit of experience in this realm, and he didn't think it was out of line to share it. He would have pointed that out no matter who was running the Waynetech side of it, especially as Bruce seemed more interested in the lunch that had just been delivered than the purpose of the meeting.

"Just text it to me at this number when you get a chance." Coulson said as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a business card. Like Daisy's, it had no identifying information on it, simply a phone number. He didn't seem to mind Bab's didn't have the information at hand...they had two days to figure it all out, after all.

Between his meal and staring at Daisy, Bruce appeared to have no idea Bab's had silently asked for his help. "Enjoying your meal?" Bruce asked her, and she politely nodded in agreement.

"Yes, it's every bit as good as I expected, Mr...." Bruce raised an eyebrow at her, and Daisy smiled. "Bruce." She finished.
 
Barbara nodded to her dad when he made his comment about the security. "True. I think it best to allow the head of security to choose who is assigned that role in the armored vehicle. Who knows, perhaps they will do it themself." She wasn't insulted at all by her dad adding the thought. She was still in a bit of disbelief that she seemed to have somehow become the Wayne Enterprises side of this whole operation simply because she spoke up and Bruce never stopped her.

She took the card from him and glanced at the number, memorizing it before she slid it into her purse. "Of course Agent Coulson." She smiled at him then glanced at Bruce out of the corner of her eye as he flirted with Daisy. She smirked slightly and looked at Daisy with an amused expression as she corrected herself to call him Bruce before turning her attention back to the others. She realized at that moment she hadn't touched her meal and she began to eat, nodding her approval of the food.

She glanced at all of the others, still surprised at the role she'd fallen into. Not even her dad had argued with it, he'd just gone along with it. This was only her first day and here she was helping plan out something like this. This morning she'd thought her job would mostly be about answering the phone and organizing meetings. She briefly considered whether she could create a simple AI program to handle that aspect of the job and free her for stuff like this. She suddenly blinked and paused in mid-bite. "Oh, I think I know who might be a good ride along from Wayne Enterprises. I'll need to verify if this person is available and acceptable to the Head of Security though."
 
Truth be told, Jim trusted Wayne Security a lot more than he did the GCPD right now, and was confidant whoever got assigned would be trustworthy and do a fine job. He nodded when Babs declared she'd let the head of security handle it. He felt that was the right call, and was pleased Babs had picked up the ability to delegate already. It had taken him some time...and a broken marriage...to learn how to do that. He was even more pleased Babs seemed to have taken his advice without getting upset he was trying to control her.

Coulson, for his part, simply nodded as she promised to get him the information. If for some reason she didn't do it by the end of the day, he already knew how to get in touch with her and would ask about it.

Once Daisy was sure Bruce was looking down at his meal and not her, Daisy rolled her eyes at Babs. There was really no reason for her to be at this little meeting, or Bruce either for that matter. It was clear they were both here because it was some sort of odd date.

When Babs mentioned she had a possible ride along, Bruce finally spoke up. "Oh, I appreciate the thought, Barbara, and as much as I might enjoy being in a cramped vehicle with Daisy, I'm not really sure I'm available that day. You'll have to check with Alfred."
 
She noticed the pleased look on her dad's face and could only guess it was because of the exchange earlier. She tossed him a reassuring smile then nodded back to Coulson. She had little doubt she'd be able to get the information and in fact, she suspected Bruce already had it but just wasn't giving it right now.

She grinned at Daisy and gave her a subtle wink. If she had known her thoughts she would have agreed except that in her mind, Bruce should have been doing the talking and she wondered how this would have gone if she'd been there. She looked over at Bruce when he spoke up at last and kept a straight face when she replied. "Mister Wayne, I believe you do, in fact, have another engagement on that day. I can verify with Alfred but I think you'll be quite busy. I didn't ask for details but I believe Alfred said something about a Russian Ballet troupe that was in town." She knew for a fact that said troupe was in town and she also suspected Bruce Wayne would be busy, but not with the ballet troupe.

She paused and decided to drop him a small hint about her thoughts. "I believe you know the person I have in mind for the ride along however. She is very skilled at security and extremely trustworthy." She was, of course, referring to Sara Lance. The only thing she didn't know was if Sara would have the necessary clearances and knowledge of protocol they'd need.
 
Jim shifted uncomfortably in his seat when Babs smiled at him. He'd been trying to keep this professional, but clearly she had picked up on his approval. Jim glanced over at her boss, but Bruce seemed oblivious to his daughter, so Jim gave her a broad smile of approval. He was proud of her, and he'd have to find a chance to tell her that. But this wasn't the place.

"Well, shoot." Bruce gave Daisy an apologetic smile. "I can't disappoint the ballet troop. I guess we'll have to reschedule for another time. Barbara...please check my schedule and coordinate a time with Daisy. I think you have her number." Barbara's hint wasn't exactly subtle, at least as far as Bruce was concerned, though the others didn't seem to have a clue. "Ah yes...Sara will be an excellent choice. She helped write the protocols and would be quite familiar with them. Why don't you ask her next time you see her? No need to get the head of security involved after all, at least as far as the diversion goes." Clearly Bruce HAD been paying attention to more than Daisy's cleavage during the meeting.
 
She noticed her dad's uncomfortableness but did enjoy that smile he shot to her. She knew he probably wanted to keep this professional and she made a mental note to be careful about that. Still, she didn't think an exchange of smiles crossed any lines or anything. Especially not with Bruce trying to peek down Daisy's dress more or less.

She glanced at Daisy when Bruce went along with her excuse about the ballet troop and nodded. "I have a number she gave me yes. I will contact her to see what her availability is later Mister Wayne." She noticed how quickly he picked up on her not so subtle hint though she was pretty sure most of the others wouldn't have made the quick leap to Sara. She nodded her agreement to him. "Yes sir. I'm glad you agree with my assessment of her as the perfect ride-along on this delivery trip. I'll check with her next time I see her."

She thought she could ask John to pass along a message if nothing else or simply call Sara. She had a few options open to her at this point. She contemplated this as she ate some more of her lunch, glancing once more at Daisy, quite curious if the woman knew who the driver was and even more curious if she took Bruce Wayne at face value or not. Not that she would broach the subject with her.
 
Daisy raised an eyebrow when Bruce essentially set her up on another date, and she had to ponder..did she WANT to go on another date with him? She knew Bruce was labeled the most eligible bachelor in Gotham and many would all but kill to be in her position. And frankly, thanks to her job, her social life sucked right now. And Bruce wasn't altogether unpleasant to spend time with. If he wasn't rich and trying to undress her with his eyes, she probably would be willing to go out with him again. In any case, it appeared she didn';t need to make the final decision now, and she just nodded at Babs, silently giving her permission to call her later...if Bruce was actually serious about it.

Bruce nodded at Babs promise to call Sara, then returned his attention to his plate and Daisy. He wasn't going to order Sarah to do anything, of course, their relationship didn't work that way, but he was fairly confidant Sara would want to be involved to watch Babs, if nothing else. Because yes, he knew exactly who Babs had in mind as the driver.

Bruce put the last bit of lunch into his mouth, and glanced around the table, everyone else appeared to be about done as well, but he wasn't going to be the one to put an end to his 'date' with Daisy.
 
Barbara saw the raised eyebrow and wondered if she realized that her comment about checking Daisy's availability was to give her an out if she wanted it. She'd make it clear when she called her later. She was a little annoyed at how hardcore Bruce was going after Daisy not out of jealousy per se but for reasons she couldn't quite put her finger on. She had a sneaking suspicion part of it was simply his playboy persona but she thought Daisy deserved an approach that was less 'this is what I want so it will happen.' She nodded back at Daisy but made no further comment.

She didn't return Bruce's nod mostly because she'd feel like a bobblehead if she kept nodding to everyone. Rather, she enjoyed her meal in companionable silence for the moment, her mind racing as she came to terms with how she'd inserted herself into this and so far no one had objected. The biggest wrinkle was her dad wanting to be in the armored car and the car itself since now she couldn't exactly drive it home without a good excuse for him.

She had thoughts on how to deal with both of those matters and briefly glanced at Bruce, wondering how much he'd be willing to work with her on it. She noticed he was done with lunch but seemed to be hesitating to call an end to this lunch meeting. It didn't take a genius to figure out why as he kept eyeing Daisy and she debated calling an end to it herself but she decided to let things play out. She kept herself occupied by observing the others and also occasionally looking around the restaurant to see if anyone else interesting was here.
 
Daisy, for her part, wanted to call an end to the meeting, but with her boss right there it wasn't her place to do so. Jim also had duties to perform, but he was the guest here so it wasn't his place either. Coulson seemed oblivious to the fact the others seemed ready to go and took a sip of his drink, seemingly enjoying the relaxed atmosphere.
The waitress entered the room next, and the only reason Babs noticed was the was looking around the room. The waitress silently laid the bill at Babs elbow, then silently disappeared back into the main dining room.
 
Barbara noticed the look on the other's faces and while she wasn't an expert at reading people she definitely got the sense that no one wanted to take action to end things. She found herself surprised when the waitress laid the bill next to her and she wondered if perhaps the woman had assumed she was the one in charge today and thus the responsible party. She silently, and as subtly as she could, slid the bill over to Bruce Wayne. She felt a little weird about it, like she was being presumptuous but she was pretty sure he intended to cover the bill for all of them. Regardless, her cheeks flushed slightly in embarrassment at making the assumption and she hoped she wasn't wrong.

Once he signed for the bill or however it was handled she'd clear her throat and look at the others. "I believe most of us need to get back to our work, so unless we have more business to conduct I think it's time to wrap things up here. Agent Coulson, I'll call you with the information about the Wayne Enterprises Head of Security by close of business today. Agent Johnson, I'll check your availability later when I have some time to do so." She looked at her dad and barely repressed a grin. "Captain Gordon, I'm sure we'll get the chance to talk later."
 
Bab's getting the bill had more to do with the fact she'd arrived driving Bruce Wayne, something the door man had clearly warned her about, and thus figured she worked for the man who had made the reservation. Not wanting to bother Bruce Wayne with something as trivial as money, she figured Barbara was the best one to handle it, and handle it she did, even if it was diverting the responsibility to her boss. Bruce, for his part, had a surprised look on his face, then seemed to realize it was Babs first day and she likely hadn't received the company credit card yet. Bruce fumbled with his wallet a bit, clearly unaccustomed to dealing with such things, but the waitress almost magically reappeared and the duo had a little whispered conversation, at the end of which Bruce signed the statement...and the waitress seemed quite pleased with the result. "Thank you, Mr. Wayne!" She said with a broad smile as she left the room.

Jim couldn't help but laugh as she said they'd have the opportunity to talk again, and the rest of the group joined in. On that moment of levity, the meeting broke up. Coulson led the way out of the room, while Bruce offered an arm to Daisy and escorted her out, leaving Jim behind with his daughter for the moment. Jim held back until the others were a bit ahead, then dropped the professional facade and smiled broadly at her. "You did great today, sweetheart. I'm very proud of you."
 
Barbara had no idea she'd be getting a company credit card and would be handling this kind of thing going forward. This being her first day she still had a lot to learn. Thus, when she saw the surprised look she flushed, thinking she'd made an assumption he was going to cover it and put him into an uncomfortable position. She was going to say something and apologize but he fumbled with his wallet then seemed to handle it. He didn't appear upset so she let out a quiet relieved breath.

She walked next to her dad as they headed for the exit and looked at him, smiling back. "Thank you dad. I...uhh...I didn't mean to take charge like that. I just spoke up without thinking and it seems that Mister Wayne was uhh...too busy to correct me and things just kind of snowballed from there. Truthfully, until we arrived I didn't know this was going to be a business lunch. I thought it was going to be a glorified date for Mister Wayne with maybe a contract signing added on to make it technically a business lunch. Shows what I know hmm?" She smiled at him again then nodded. "Anyway, see you later tonight Dad. I might have martial arts lessons or something but I'll try to let you know. I'll have my own vehicle going forward, courtesy of Wayne Enterprises so you don't need to worry about giving me a ride."

She moved then to stand with the others as they waited for their cars and hoped that her dad left before he saw the vehicle she and Bruce were in. She kept a slight distance from Daisy and Bruce in case the two of them wanted to talk or something though she kept an eye on Daisy, watching for any signs she was uncomfortable and might need some kind of assistance, like diverting Bruce's attention.
 
"You did great, Babs." Jim insisted when Babs tried to apologize. "You didn't take charge or bulldoze over anything, you answered the questions presented professionally, and told him you'd get the information you didn't have." Jim didn't bother reminding her to actually follow through, he had no doubt she'd do so. He didn't comment on Mr. Wayne's behavior, glad he was paying attention to someone besides his daughter, and confidant Agent Johnson could handle it if Bruce got out of line. He did chuckle softly, however, when Babs revealed how unprepared she was. "First day and all that, and I think you sealed the deal." He told her, then let out a soft sigh of relief when she confirmed she now had a vehicle. Not that he minded giving her a ride, but his schedule was unpredictable and he didn't like the possibility she'd be stranded. "You have my number, and Chloe showed me where texting was again, so we shouldn't need to go through the middle girl this time." Jim winked at her.

Jim had no one to coordinate with, so thankfully for Babs, he was the first to leave. Daisy exhibited no signs of being uncomfortable, and indeed even kissed Bruce on the cheek before Coulson drove the car up and Bruce opened the door so Daisy could climb inside. Once their companions were gone, Bruce walked over to Babs and smiled at her. "Well, I guess that's why Alfred insisted I have a credit card. I don't think I've ever used it before." He admitted.
 
She nodded thoughtfully at her dad's reassurances. She still felt like she was in some kind of surreal dream but it was clearly reality. She didn't bother to point out that she hadn't asked Bruce Wayne if she could do all the talking, she'd just done it. He hadn't seemed to care but that wasn't the important part here. She smiled when he said she seemed to have sealed the deal and could only nod her agreement. "I do. I'm glad Chloe is helping you. That reminds me, I think I got her a job at Wayne Enterprises as well." She grinned, truly happy to have helped her friend out.

She let out a sigh of relief when her dad left first, so she didn't have to explain the armored car to him. She raised her eyebrows when Daisy kissed Bruce Wayne on the cheek but didn't react other than that. She was a bit surprised she was falling for Bruce Wayne's charms but it wasn't her problem in the long run. Her eyes turned to him when he approached and she smiled back. "Indeed. I apologize if I...took over. It wasn't my intention, it just sort of happened." She glanced over as the car arrived and started to walk towards the driver's door. "I do need to make some requests of you regarding this new...assignment."
 
"You did?!" Jim's eyes widened in amazement and he reached out to hug her, professionalism be damned for once. "That's great...she's been talking about this for a long time."

"Took over?" Bruce blinked at her, and shrugged. "You had an idea, presented it, and made it happen without bothering me. That's why I hired you." He claimed, then as Bab's climbed into the driver's seat, he entered the passenger seat after the valet opened the door for him. "Oh...how big a tip are you supposed to leave? I've never had to deal with that before either." he claimed, then raised an eyebrow. "What kind of requests?" he asked as they buckled in. "If its putting a good word in with Sara, consider it done."
 
She looked at him when she had settled into the driver's seat and couldn't help a smirk. "I noticed you didn't hold my door for me Mister Wayne." Truthfully, she wasn't bothered by it, but she wanted to poke him a little. She drove slowly away from the restaurant, turning to look at him briefly. "I think you hired me because you knew I was smart. That said, I somehow doubt Mary did this kind of thing for you. I'm sure she was excellent at fielding your calls and making appointments and such but I don't think you hired her to take charge of this kind of meeting and make arrangements to drive some kind of secret package to your facility." She paused and looked around. "I assume we're still going clothes shopping, any directions you'd like to give me Mister Wayne on a location to go to?"

She didn't bother answering about the tip question. She was pretty sure it was just part of his cover anyway, though she could have been wrong. "Well, first off, a good word with Sara would be great. But speaking more practically, here is what I need. I need an armored suit that will cover me from head to toe. I'm sure Wayne Enterprises Security has something that will do. Though I wouldn't be shocked if Sara also has something that will do. I can't allow my face to be seen when I'm driving this vehicle for the delivery for obvious reasons. Luckily, I'm extremely tall for a woman and in an armored suit I will probably just look like any other security grunt. I will also need some kind of voice changer, since my dad inserted himself into this vehicle for the delivery and we both know he'd have kittens if he discovered I was the driver."

She took a deep breath. "I need somewhere to stow this vehicle until the time comes for the delivery. If you'd prefer I can simply return it to R&D but I'd prefer to spend what free time I get learning the capabilities of this vehicle. I'll read the manual tonight but some stuff, such as pairing my phone with it and setting up any security features it has will require hands on time. Finally, I'll need your permission to check out another vehicle from the motor pool since I can't very well park this at home now. My dad's not an idiot and would quickly figure out why I had it."
 
"You didn't hold my door either." Bruce teased her, then nodded when she asked for a good word with Sara. This was important enough he thought she'd want to be involved. Not to mention it would be a good way to test Babs some more. He laughed when she mentioned the armored suit. "Wouldn't it be easier to get another driver?" He pointed out, but she did present an interesting challenge. "Type up a letter of authorization for the suit and the voice changer for me to sign, then give it to R & D. They'll wonder why on earth you need such a thing as a secretary, but I doubt they'll ask too many questions.": R&D was well accustomed to getting weird requests from him, but he wasn't going to tell her that.

He nodded thoughtfully at her next question. "I gave Sara the use of one of Wayne Enterprises garages. It should have plenty of room for this, and I suspect you'll be there tonight anyway." Babs schedule for the night was getting pretty full, but he wasn't going to point that out to her. "And you don't need my permission to check out another vehicle. Your position allows that without any intervention from me."
 
She shrugged when he asked if it wouldn't be easier to get another driver. "Realistically? Probably it would be. But this is your chance to discover just how trustworthy I am and how committed I am to doing the right thing." She nodded when he told her to type up a letter of authorization, a slow grin spreading across her face as she considered what to put into the letter. She realized she could probably ask for customizations that might come in useful later and make it secret enough that they might 'lose the records'. Her eyes flashed as she imagined using that suit for what she had in mind as her new protective role in Gotham.

Since he hadn't given her suggestions on a clothes shopping place she typed quickly on her phone while they were stopped at a light and soon the GPS was guiding her to a place that specialized in women's business wear. She had no idea if he'd approve or ask her to go someplace different and she wondered if he'd also comment about a bikini for that pool party. She nodded at his comment about the garage. "I'll add it to the list of things to talk to Sara about. Good to know about the vehicle. I wonder if R&D has any other interesting vehicles..." She trailed off with a grin then glanced at him. "So, do you have the Head of Security's contact information memorized or shall I look it up when we go back?"
 
"Probably?" Bruce raised an eyebrow. There was no way getting a driver her father wouldn't object to wouldn't be easier. But he didn't object to her plan, but nodded at her statement before he smiled. "And a chance for you to get out from behind the desk for something exciting?" He teased her, though he had never actually seen her at the desk, though rather under it. He chuckled when he saw her grin. "I am going to read the letter, so don't get too carried away." He cautioned her. "And remember, when you actually get a card, it's only for official expenses." Not that he really thought she'd take advantage of it, but he couldn't resist poking at her a bit.

Bruce didn't object to the store she selected, nor did he ask her about a bikini...yet. He did nod at her question about R&Ds vehicles. "Oh, I've read they have all sorts of interesting stuff down there, but you might want to get something street legal. Wouldn't want your dad giving you a ticket or something." He shrugged at her next question as he got out of the vehicle. "Sara usually handles that kind of stuff." he claimed, then winked at her. "So...do you know Chloe's measurements, or does she need to meet us here?"
 
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