It wasn't long after that gloriously corny meeting did she leave for the Manor. Honestly, she could've have spent several more hours staring off into the street corner that Tristan turned towards, her hand rolling around the empty cup on the table. Instead, she was staring out the window of the black Rolls Royce Phantom that Edward sent for her. The same drive she made every day was slightly different now as her mind was occupied with that smile and those eyes.

Fuck, Tristan was gorgeous, sweet, funny, and all those other adjectives women would use to describe the perfect man they met one time but never got his number-

She never got his number.

Damn.

BUT THEY HAD A DATE!

A coffee date, sure, but she will see him again. He wouldn't disappoint her.

No one would be that stupid.

She grinned to herself, looking at the yellow and orange lamps lighting the stone wall of the tunnel. Old Man Dante, the former head of the family, had shown her several of these tunnels long ago. They were built to connect the small, hidden island where The Manor stood to the rest of the city. Everyone else had to use small boats to travel to the island; only a select few, specifically top enforcers, the Sins of the family could use the tunnels. She remembered his smug old smile as he described these hidden passageways, his hand moving down from her shoulder to sit on her thigh, stroking it idly.

Disgusting.

She growled, shaking away that hideous memory. That Old Man was definitely Lust. That was the one sin that was missing from the current generation. As the tunnel door opened, with the bright light of the sun streaming through, she thought about that empty spot. It had been so many years, and never once did they find a suitable person for that role. Her brow furrowed in thought. Indeed, 'lust' was a significant motivator for her budding feelings for him. She was not one to believe in childish dreams of 'love at first sight.' But Lust?

Certainly.

She shook her head again, this time giving a low chuckle that made her driver's heart freeze a little. He took a small gulp, before gathering up courage, "Did you say something, Lady Dante?"

She blinked, her eyes glancing towards him, piercing. However, they did not narrow down to a glare. Instead, she grinned, chuckling again, "Not a word. Just thinking of something amusing."

Her eyes moved back towards the window, looking towards the trees guiding their way to her home, trees that made way for the gardens; red, yellow, orange, and pink flowers highlighting against the lush, manicured landscape. She was getting ahead of herself. There was no way anyone would let her bring in a stranger into the family, much less as a Sin. Pride and Gluttony would have massive objections to something like that based on her whims. Still, the thought remained.

The car slowed to a smooth stop in front of the steps of the Manor, and the driver got out, relieved that it was a very uneventful drive. He opened the door for Ira, bowing his head in respect as she got out. She stood up, looking around for a second before sighing and kicking the driver to the ground quickly, using his torso as leverage to push off and avoid the bullet that hit the ground where she once stood. She looked towards the taller pine trees on the left, smirking, before she gripped the opened door of the Rolls Royce, grunting as she ripped it off with her hand. Taking a deep breath, she turned, using the strength of her body to throw the door towards those taller pine trees on the left. She let out a snort as the door made an impact and then laughed, hearing the high-pitched yell of "FUCK" that was followed by a small thud.

That'll teach Envy.

"B-boss the-the door..." Stammered the driver, coughing and easing himself up after the kick. Now he was worried about what Greed was going to say. He was used to the fact that he worked for a family of monsters, but the car was still somewhat new, and the old man was a miser when it came to their wealth. They had to have the finest of luxuries as well as the responsibility to take care of said luxuries.

Something Wrath really didn't care about. "File for insurance." She shrugged, "It's not my fault that my little sister keeps trying to kill me."

The driver took off his hat, sighing he looked forlornly over what was once, only a few moments ago, a gorgeous car. Ira paid him no more mind once he handed over her purse from the back seat, turning away to nod at the two doormen who opened the doors for her. She smirked as one of them winced at the damage to the car; she enjoyed how sometimes even the most veteran of her employees would balk at the antics that took place.

She walked forwards down the hall as the doors closed behind her, past the dark wood and iron railings of the grand staircase. She pauses as she heard the main entrance doors open behind her and then rolled her eyes, hearing the loud, slightly damp, footsteps coming behind her. She walks towards the French doors of her central office, opening them and then moving to the side before Cana could shove her, "Well, I see you enjoyed your little walk?"

Cana looked up at her, glaring and gritting her teeth. One of her green eyes began to twitch, "YOU THREW A DOOR AT ME!"

Ira smirked, looking up and away from the much smaller girl, "Well, you shot my poor driver. I had to retaliate for his sake."

"Bitch! You knew I was aiming at you!"

Ira snorted, chuckling, "Were you? My my, why ever would you do that?"

Cana growled, her face beginning to turn red, "DON'T MAKE FUN OF ME YOU FUCKING-"

Another voice perked up from the office, "Did you say a 'DOOR?'" Edward stood up from one of the dark red armchairs in the center of the room, his golden eyes a bit wide in surprise before narrowing in annoyance, his brow furrowing with frustration. Every day he seemed to age a few more years more, "Not the Royce. Please tell me you did not do that to the Royce?"