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Solas, actually, liked her job.

It was pleasant, even when she suspected she was working for a possible Negaverse agent.

That whole bit aside, it was pleasant.

She got her work done in a timely matter, and could more often than not squeeze in her homework in from her online classes in between her various duties. Really, the biggest hurdle she had to jump on a day to day basis was Nora. Well. More like run constant damage control.

Today? At This moment, Solas was looking over the monthly credit card statement for the business card. She was making sure there were no false charges. So far, everything was coming back fine. Supplies for the office, gas for a trip to meet a client, paying for a dinner with a client---

Then something jumped out like a lighthouse in the night.

A couple thousand dollar transaction from Valentino's.

Solas' eyes narrowed briefly.

Steele.

Solas stood from her desk, taking the statement with her as she moved down the hall and towards the man in question's office. She paused outside his door, and rapped her knuckles on the frame. "Mr. Moore?" She asked. "Do you have a few minutes?"

Wow.

He was wearing it.

Ever since she started working here, Solas had made it a point to familiarize herself with the cut of suits and styles from the various expensive vendors Steele preferred. She had only made it her business to know because the man was forcing it to be. Like using the company credit card for his suit addiction. It was quickly becoming a rampant problem due to the frequency it was occurring as well.

Solas stepped in when she was invited, and resisted the urge to rub the man's face in this statement like a puppy who piddled on the floor.

"I was reviewing the monthly statement for the company credit card---"

She placed the document on Steele's desk, carefully avoiding the glitter bombed documents he had, and pointed to the line from Valentino's with a pen. "And I saw this." She looked at the man, a brow quirking. "Could you explain to me what was purchased from there and for what purpose?"

She knew. She knew it all, but this was how she worked on unraveling it. By starting with the man and his reasoning.

It was cute he thought he could sway her with the twinkling blue eyes and sleek blond curls. Too bad he didn't know he had to have ice cold blue eyes, sleek short black hair, and be Russian to sway her. Too. Bad.

Solas' expression remained neutral as he spoke.

"Mn."

A sound of acknowledgement that she heard his reasoning. Not that she agreed. "Mr. Moore, you already have a wide selection of suits." She had seen so many since she had started. She'd been working here for a little under two months now. "And quite a few of those new suits lately have been showing up on the statement." Her brow rose higher.

"Is it really necessary to buy from Valentino? Burberry? Saint Laurent? Brioni? You know you can get a suit that looks exactly like those for a fraction of the price."

"I'm not saying discount. I'm saying another brand that makes the exact same thing but at a more reasonable price. No one's going to see the label unless you take the jacket off, anyways."

Solas almost wanted to snort at the poser comment, but she knew Steele's fragile ego was dangling on the line right now, so she kept it in.

"As much as the clothes make the person, Mr. Moore, the person makes the clothes too. Your suit can look expensive without actually being expensive." The woman ran a thumb along the collar of her black blazer.

"J.C. Penny." She said, because she wasn't going to pay more than fifty dollars for a nice jacket. "You wouldn't know unless I tell you---but the reason I'm even bringing this up is because you can't keep using the company card for your personal spending habits."

You are a rip off lawyer. That suit would fit, so wear it.

Solas' patience was infinite. She dated Sergei Vetrov, after all. "Mr. Moore." She started. "Ninety-nine percent of your clients don't even know what a name like Valentino means. Your clients aren't Kanye West and Kim Kardashian. More often than not, they're of middle class wage, blue collar workers who either want a divorce from a cheating spouse or a settlement for being rear ended by the city cement truck."

Brows lifted as she looked at him.

"The suit is only worn by you, it doesn't stay in the office, and it sits in your closet when it's not being worn by you. Does that sound like it's for the company?"

"Exactly."

Solas took back the statement, and then held out her hand.

It was clear what she wanted placed in it.

The company credit card.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Moore."

Solas replied like the good secretary she was. She held onto it, along with her pen and the statement. "If you find your wardrobe in dire need in the future, I'll be more than happy to assess the credit line, and then go forward from there and get what you need."

She would do the shopping.

The woman turned on her heel, and exited the room.

She then proceeded to hide the card where Steele would never dare look. Solas used a tacky strip adhesive to stick the card underneath the bottom of Nora's desk while the girl was away. It would be safe from Steele's surplus spending.