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Running a business by herself was an increasingly hard task for Adelle now that she was located at Rheinfels. Though it was not a job that she had to pay her deepest attention to at this point, an occasional commission here and there and the regulars who needed repairs to clothing she had made them before, she still felt it was her duty to keep the business going and not break out of the routine so soon. Besides, it wasn't like she and Maximilian were swimming in the dough yet- both were incredibly middle class in comparison to their customers. Not to mention it cost to get fresh foods and new equipment for the Prince project anyways. Most clientele kept in touch with her email or phoned in but it was very rare now that she received any sort of kinetic requests until there was the person to person meeting and the bill to sign. What was hard to keep up with now though was all her leads and former connections, seeing as Rheinfels was not the same thing as her single penthouse loft in Saltaire's urban center. Most people chose not to visit her now and she would have to make visits with the car that Tali had given her... which felt too nice to drive in for business means. It felt like a false impression to drive up in that flashy vehicle so when she felt it necessary Adelle would take her older car.

When her strictly-for-work phone rang on an afternoon of a particularly slow week, Adelle was eating a plate of leftover lunch. She placed it down after her cellular rang from upstairs and hurried to go grab it. Usually she didn't carry it around, but left the ringtone relatively loud enough that anyone could hear it (unless they were down in the Lab of course.) It was almost to the point that her voicemail picked up that Adelle grabbed the phone and smashed the send key. "Adelle X speaking," she answered in a professional tone despite the worried rush to catch it in time.

Little could prepare her for who was on the other end but it was definitely someone she'd be happy to hear from.

In her old penthouse, Adelle had a holographic doorbell but that was the extent of what she could afford. It wasn't something she enjoyed doing especially when there was never a chance to tell when someone else was watching on the other end- plus the woman was incredibly old fashioned. With the phone wedged between her cheek and her shoulder, Adelle stood and began to walk back downstairs to clean up what she left of her dishes. "Oh Ammon hello~" she said enthusiastically.

The woman was unaware of the dangers of their conversation and if Maximilian would have walked in on them then there would be incredible consequences for either of them. "It's good to hear from you again," she said after scraping her food off into the trash compactor and put the dish in the dishwasher machine. Her heels could be heard clicking across the hard floor even through the phone until she went into the den and sat on one of the more comfortable couches, leaning back. "A new suit? Well I can oblige, suits have been my forte for a while now." Her violet eyes scanned out one of the windows to see how the weather was like at the time.

A giggle could be heard on the other end, "I already ate lunch but I would certainly be willing to meet at a diner over some dessert. Do you already have a time in mind that you wish to meet?" Adelle asked and reached for a longer strand of her hair and twisted it idly. "I'll bring my measuring tools with me," she added. "Will Amir be joining us?" she asked curiously, though it didn't seem like she would care if he did or not. Unfortunately she had not a chance to sit and get to know the young royal. "I can be ready in as little as thirty minutes if you need that long?" She was dressed already but it would take a good ten minutes at least to do makeup and then another twenty minutes to get down into the cityscape.

If Adelle could see the fluctuating emotions playing on Ammon's face she would get a good laugh or two and perhaps tease him about it- with no ill intentions of course. However, what made her face twist into a confused state was his comment about seeing her again. Oh well, perhaps it was that shyness playing again. "Well I would like to see you again too," replied the voluptuous voice "And alright, I was only curious. Besides, I will have to meet with him at some point in the distant future about his prince's wardrobe." Dismissing the talk of Amir, Madame X proceeded to talk with the phone pressed up to her ear. "Well I do know of a decent place that hand makes crepes and other fancy delights, if you don't feel awkward going to a sweets shoppe."

"If that is where you'd like to go then I can send you the directions in a file over the phone-" although she figured he would've certainly had a device to find the place. Before she would get an answer she stood and went to her room momentarily to start putting on her makeup in front of her vanity and putting Ammon on speaker phone so that she could talk as she lightly decorated her face. "You do know though that a suit fitting is going to cost about 3% if the overall price though." Adelle brought the former subject back up as a playful jab to the nervous man.

When she had finished her makeup she grabbed her coat and purse, turned off the speaker on her phone, and then returned downstairs and pressed the automatic start on her set of keys to warm up her sexy ride (Now was the kind of occasion in which she found it the most useful- visiting someone for the sheer enjoyment of company, even if there was some business involved.)

Ammon's words only made the woman smile, though if she could read his mind Adelle would probably be a bit worried to pay him a visit. Alas she was no psychic and could only tell so much about how infatuated someone was over her. "Trust me, Ammon, he should not fret over my princely designs," Adelle teased, "But nonetheless I would prefer not waiting that long anyways." When she felt the car was warm enough she stepped out into the garage and tossed her purse in the back seat then slid her hand over the panel on the wall that would open one of the large doors and unlock her car's tires from the floor.

"She's definitely not an eyesore, that's for certain," responded Adelle with a laugh. "But anyways, I can't quite pride myself on my talking and driving skills so I'm going to let you go and send you that address. See you in a while, Ammon." After hanging up she sat in the driver's seat but kept the car parked. Not only was she terrible at talking and driving but sending information by hand was probably an even worse talent. Using the number that showed up for Ammon's call, she sent the address with a tacky smiley as the subject and placed her phone on the seat beside her.

Yea, he really doesn't know about cars... he's gonna flip his s**t when he sees mine.. The thought made her smile and after cranking the volume to her radio Adelle pulled out of Rheinfels and closed the garage door with the portable switch she had in her car. Down the hill into Saltaire and into the city- the dessert shoppe was practically hidden in a sense but to her it was such a common meeting place for clients that she needed no directions.

As soon as she arrived, Madame X parked particularly far from the building and many other cars and walked through the cold to the door. Once inside she found a welcoming warmth of what appeared to be an old-time fireplace, but that was merely an illusion cast over the powerful space heater the building had installed. Unfortunately, this technology would often prove faulty and Adelle had come before when there were miniature space heaters scattered around the place. Made sense, after all. She spotted a table in the corner that would be out of the way from view. After all, at this point she was a well-known face not only from her frequent stopping here but for her ties with Maximilian as well. Hopefully there would be no distractions during their meeting.

There was a set of glasses and a pitcher of water already at the table but Adelle had been waiting for Ammon before she would dare order. When the Egyptian arrived at the table she smiled and gestured a thanks to the waitress and waited for Ammon to sit. "Hello to you, Ammon," she said bubbly. It was natural for her to think the situation a bit funny since they had only met just recently and were already setting up a 'date.' (Adelle assumed Ammon would enjoy that sort of label judging by his actions.) "Go ahead and sit, I haven't ordered yet but you can look over the menu."

On the folded card was a number of pastries and desserts ranging from cheesecakes to crepes, eclairs and muffins. For most women these items would be a death sentence to their figure but Adelle thought that indulging every now and then was healthy to her happiness. After all, they didn't have nearly half this stuff up at Rheinfels. "So, how've you been over the past few hours?" she chuckled.

Madame X put her hands down daintily on the table, prodding the tablecloth and scanning quickly over the menu items. "I pretty much am going to get the stuff I normally do, have anything in mind?" she asked after he had a chance to look over the selections. "OH! You can also ask for snacks to take home so you could get something for Amir Im sure." Adelle wanted to be as respectful of both Singh's as possible especially since Amir sounded like someone she didn't want to upset.

"Yea, most of them," Adelle replied and placed a hand on the table tapping it gently while she spoke, "Crepe's are a good item to customize though you can get them filled with just about anything." Her other hand then stretched to Ammon's menu and pointed over an image of a finely dressed crepe with chocolate drizzled over its triangular shape.

As their conversation ensued Adelle couldn't help but chuckle, and reached carefully into her purse. Withdrawn was a most gorgeous pin- the one that originally held Brodi's egg. "It's... an amazing feat really," she began, and held the pin in the light, but not high enough above the table to attract others' eyes. "Brodi, well, he was just growing inside this practically a month ago." Adelle grinned, and gently returned the delicate pin to its special compartment. She only wore it on occasions in which it matched her outfit. Completely oblivious to his mutters, Adelle smiled sympathetically. "You sure? You haven't known me long enough to know if I've got good taste in food," she teased.

To Ammon's latter comments though, Adelle made an attempt not to laugh too hard. "B.. brother? Oh dear, Ammon, Maxy is not my brother... we're not even family at all." Nervously she reached back and brushed some hair to behind her ear. My brother? Uh... wow that must be... thats really a strange thing to.. imagine. Her eyes followed Ammon as he poured some liquid for her, and tried to offer a smile in gratitude.

That comment made things a bit awkward. Not between them at least for her, but for the idea of the man she had the hots for to be a relative. Those thoughts led to others and she grew mildly creeped out. "I uh, now Im not exactly sure why he'd dislike you considering how charming you are but he's really not that hard to impress." Of course says the woman that both men had some form of infatuation with.