Acting

She was so snarky. Snarky, as far as he was concerned, was not good. He fixed her with a scowl, dark eyes fixed on her face. "And what things, exactly, have you accomplished?" He was both old enough and wise enough to know that getting into a dick measuring contest was just going to leave him irritated. "I do what I like, and nothing more. You did your job adequately, but I don't pay you to critique me." He was frustrated, and irritated at himself for being frustrated. She'd been doing such a good job, and then she'd had to go and run her mouth.

Ignatius would not have described himself as angry. He was a lot of things that were close to angry - like vicious, or ruthless, or half a dozen other states - but he was not angry. Angry involved a certain lack of control, which he was entirely against. He was normally grumpy, but he wasn't usually angry, and he was only very rarely furious. Even that was a cold anger, never a fiery fury.

At the very least she'd gone quiet, and Ignatius let out a little huff, settling back in his seat. Now he was torn. Did he want to bring her back for the next time? He was forced to weigh his options, an experience he greatly disliked. If he cut her loose, he'd have to find someone else on short notice.

He would just have to keep her for now.

"I have another event in two weeks - it'll be much like this one, but more important." He purposefully didn't mention exactly what the event was. Although it wasn't a public event, he didn't like revealing that kind of information early. Call him paranoid, but the less information people knew, the less mess they could make.

She acted like a fourteen year old at times, and he had to wonder just how old she actually was. He hadn't asked - of course she'd signed a thing saying that she was over eighteen for the purpose of labour laws, but... well, he wasn't sure beyond that. Appearances could be extremely deceiving when it came to Manta Carlos. She could be nineteen, or she could be nineteen hundred, and there was absolutely no way for him to know for sure.

He scowled at her, looking as irritated as ever. "Because it's a smaller venue, with more important people." People he cared a lot more about impressing than the old director of the library system.

Ahh, he was done with her. It was frustrating, but he didn't have enough time to vet a second person for hte next event. The one after that though? No, he wasn't going to put up with her any longer than he had to. They'd go to the next event, she'd play her part, and then he'd pay her and cut her loose. Better to go with no one than to put up with her for a moment longer than he had to.

"I should hope so, because your contract makes it clear that full payment is for a job that meets the requirements." She'd be getting minimum wage if she screwed it up, because even when angry, Ignatius still followed the letter of the law.

The drive home was for the most part uneventful, and Ignatius was quick to leave her behind. He had other things to worry about, and a mouthy woman was the last thing he needed on his plate.