SYNDICATE - Season 1 - Episode 22

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SYNDICATE - Season 1 - Episode 22

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“Everyone head over to the dining room for lunch. Except you, Riley. If it’s okay, I would like a word in private,” Kieran said.

* * *
Lia was surprised and slightly concerned when Kieran asked to speak with her after his meeting. It had been a long day for him.

She had arrived at the house in the afternoon, and the men had been in their meeting.

She had been told they arrived in the morning. So, when they left at eleven pm, they naturally looked exhausted. Lia had no idea what they talked about, but the redhead intimidated her. All the men left with dark circles under their eyes, dragging their feet; while the redhead left, walking at a brisk pace, her eyes gleaming.
Lia knocked on Kieran’s door lightly.

“Come in,” was the response. She entered timidly.

“Sir? You wanted to see me?” Lia asked.

“Oh yes. Lia.” Kieran was sitting in his chair over in front of a couch he had in his room. Will was sitting on the couch across from Kieran, smoking a cigarette slowly. Lia was shocked at Will’s appearance. The left side of Will’s face was cut and bruised badly, and on the same side, his arm was in a sling. He also had a black eye, and when he looked at Lia, he winked. She tried to hide her concern by redirecting her attention to the floor.

“Give us a minute Will,” Kieran said to his friend. Lia looked up again.

Will smothered his cigarette and pushed himself off the couch. He limped across the room and smiled at Lia before closing the door behind him. The man always smelled like liquor and cologne.

“I was wondering if you could look after Lilly on the weekends. Ginger has to cut back her hours, and you’re the one I trust most around here,” Kieran said. Lia was taken aback.

“Yes, sure, I’m available,” she said with a smile.

“I was also wondering…” Was that bashfulness Lia was sensing? “…if you could help me get to bed some nights. Alice used to do it. But I figured you’re here later than a lot of the others, and you could help. But if not that’s okay.”

“I can do that too, Sir,” Lia nodded. Kieran smiled.

“Okay, thank you. You can go home. I have Will to help me tonight.”

“Yes, sir.”

“See you tomorrow Lia.”

“Yes sir.”

Lia wondered why her heart was beating so fast after she left the room. Will was in the hallway, leaning against the wall when she exited Kieran’s room. She made shy eye contact with Will, who smiled warmly at her as she passed.

Lia heard the door close behind her.

* * *
Will had spent the night looking over the notes from the meeting he obtained from Murphy after helping Kieran go to bed. After he had been discharged from the hospital around three pm, Will had gone back to the O’Meara mansion to rest for a while. He woke up a little after eight that night, and spent the rest of the evening talking to Kieran about the meeting. Kieran wasn’t very specific about the details, but Kieran was always ambiguous. Will knew he would get all the little details from Murphy.

Will was also ecstatic that Kieran was now willing to meet his potential recruit, the woman from the alley. Kieran had requested an audience with Riley, Winchester, Murphy and Will in order to assess this woman. If she was recruited, she would be an important part of their plans.

Will knew this would be tricky though. He was sure they would have a very long conversation about gender. The gender topic always was a tricky one.

He had fallen asleep at around two in the morning. And now he woke up, thankful that it was Friday. At least they never had heavy workloads during the weekend unless it was a necessity. Will sat up in bed. It was nine thirty am. At least he had an extra room in Kieran’s house. It was the same room he had been staying in (off and on) for almost fourteen years. Their meeting was at ten.

At least Will had a car sent over to pick Carol up so she wouldn’t be late. He had signed up for it, so he got out of bed convincing himself nothing could go wrong. He was consistently nervous when introducing people he recommended to Kieran.

Will took twenty minutes to get himself as ready and presentable as possible. He always kept extra clothing in the room he would frequently inhabit. So he showered, and got changed. Will didn’t look at himself too much in the mirror though, since his wounds would always feel worse whenever he looked at them for longer than a few minutes. He had to un-wrap his wrist bandages to take a shower, but it didn’t take much time. Will didn’t want to wear the sling either, but every time he let his wrist hang normally, it would begin to throb and hurt. So he caved, put on the sling and went out into the foyer ten minutes early to wait with Kieran for their guests.