Miranda Lawson.

Standing there was Miranda in her form fitting catsuit that showed her body so damn good.

"Fuck did that ass ger bigger?" Jack smirked as the woman sat.

Miranda rolled her eyes. "No, unlike that disaster of a haircut my ass is still in perfect proportions."

"You take forever to say fuck you. You know that?"

"As eloquent as ever." Miranda scuffed. "So why did you call me here? I would think I would be the last person you would want to invite for a drink."

"Harbinger would be the last. You're a close second." Jack told her.

"So Ive gone up in rack? I think that is the nicest thing you've said to me. Other than the fact I have a great rack."

"Still do by the way." Jack replied. "Look I need a favor."

"From me? How **** are you?" Miranda sat forward.

"Are you go to hear me out or not?!"

She sat back. "I'm listening."