Hometown: Born in Miami, but grew up in New York City
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Character Inspiration: Christina Yang (Grey's Anatomy), Miranda Priestley (Devil Wears Prada), Olivia Pope (Scandal), Claire Underwood (House of Cards)
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– LOTTIE SAAB was born into privilege and manipulation, the daughter of a celebrated pianist and a powerful entertainment lawyer secretly tied to a crime syndicate. After her mother was institutionalized under suspicious circumstances, Lottie was exiled to Europe and molded by her father into a prodigy of control and image-making. At 21, she learned the truth: her real father was one of the co-leaders for that same syndicate, who she’d always seen as a family friend, and her entire childhood had been built on lies. Betrayed and radicalized, Lottie cut ties with her adoptive father and threw herself into the criminal empire that had shaped her life, working with her biological father. With a sharp eye for influence and optics, she transformed it into a sleeker, more resilient force; modernizing its laundering, expanding its reach in Hollywood, and turning herself into a socialite using her adoptive father’s last name. When her biological father retired, she took over his organization and merged it with The Reserve, where she felt she belonged - with people that had become her real family - and hoping with all the resources, she'd be able to find her mother.
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biography
TW: disappearance, mental institution
Lottie Saab was born into a world of high culture and deeper corruption. Her mother, Gabriela Hayes, was a celebrated pianist who once played for presidents and royals. Her father, Omar Saab, was a Lebanese entertainment lawyer whose client list included actors, moguls—and covertly, members of a crime syndicate with ties in Hollywood. On the surface, their bicoastal life between Manhattan and Malibu was charmed but behind every camera flash was a shadow.
At twelve, everything fractured. Her mother suffered what the press called an overdose. In reality, it was a breakdown brought on, Lottie would later learn, by the cruel erasure and manipulation of her life by the very man she trusted most. Omar sent Gabriela away to a private institution overseas and told Lottie it was for her own protection. He sent Lottie away too, to a cold school in the Alps, far from the headlines and the truth.
When she returned, her father remade her in his image. She was no longer simply a daughter—she became a student of power. He tutored her in dealmaking, blackmail, and brand optics. She thought she was being prepared to inherit his legal empire. Instead, she was being shaped to serve a darker legacy.
By the time she was eighteen, Lottie had moved permanently back to Manhattan. There, the truth finally surfaced. The man she'd called father wasn’t her biological dad. That honor belonged to her godfather, the co-leader for the crime syndicate, who revealed that Omar had manipulated everything, including keeping her mother locked away and inaccessible for over a decade. The betrayal radicalized her.
Lottie cut him out of her life and threw herself into the organization that her biological father lead - not just as a protégé, but as a weapon. With a mix of rage, poise, and surgical precision, she rebranded their image from the inside out. Within a few years, she turned it into into something sleeker, more resilient; an empire of vice wrapped in couture. She restructured their Hollywood infiltration, brokered new routes for distribution, modernized their laundering through digital assets, and forged discreet partnerships with tech startups, influencers, and mid-tier celebrities eager to be useful.
When her biological father finally decided to retire and pursue the search for Gabriela full-time, the organization expected to quietly install one of their own in his place. Lottie made sure that didn’t happen. She took over his organization and merged it with The Reserve, where she felt she belonged - with people that had become her real family - and hoping with all the resources, she'd be able to find her mother.
random facts
she went to Yale University and majored in Strategic Communications with a minor in Political Sciences
can play classical piano and cello (courtesy of her mother), but prefers to watch concerts. the opera, specifically.
if she can take a chopper anywhere instead of a plane, she will
forces herself to try matcha from different places once a day as "me time"
loves the Ocean's 11 movies (but fuck brad pitt)
reads The Economist, Architectural Digest, and gossip blogs all in the same sitting
sketches floor plans of buildings she visits since she was very young
keeps one of her mother’s signed concert programs in a frame, hidden in her bedroom closet
knows how to read legal contracts in Spanish, Lebanese, and English. She never signs anything she didn’t edit herself
can't miss a single pilates class
her main office is located in the top floor of Astoria Racquet and Social Club - a country club founded by herself only a few years after her college graduation
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She could count the number of times she'd asked for help from someone and not be worried about their reactions, or how the other person would see her after it with the fingers in one of her hands. Two of those times had been recent and the people had both been del Castillo's. Their responses hadn't surprised her, and yet relief flooded her senses when Santiago's only question after her request was when. She didn't have it in her to explain to anyone why she felt the need to do what she was doing where her mother was concerned - as she still was figuring that out herself.
She nodded at his words and then after a few seconds began pulling herself away from his embrace, her gaze meeting his. "I'll let you know. I need to talk to some people before I leave, make sure everything's covered." She still had an organization that had lost two people during the fires, and with so much going on, she had some catching up to do. A part of her just knew though, she needed to work on herself to truly be at her best. After a beat, Lottie looked around them, to his cow, back to Santiago. "I'll admit it - this place isn't as bad as I thought it'd be." The ranch, that was. Farm animals included. Her words were merely her own way of admitting that she was grateful that she'd basically kidnapped her here. She didn't know if anything could make her feel better, but she felt a bit lighter, somehow.
physical contact with lottie had been far and few when they first met but it seemed to be more ocurring and a part of him didn't want it to stop. the way his heart seemed to be begging to be close to the woman could almost seem pathetic by most standards but he didn't let it show. it might be cowardly but a part of him just rather not take that chance if it meant losing her entirely -- so he played it safe however being there for her the instant she called even if it ruined relationships -- relationships that he frankly should have never entered. even now , she wasn't telling him the full story but that didn't matter to him as long as she was taking whatever she needed.
the embrace was broken , his left hand twitched -- he'd attribute it to the injury not the fact that he was already missing how she felt in his arms. " right -- yeah , the fires. " he nodded , a sore subject for most. especially her given her proximity to some of the deceased and now having to avenge their deaths in a way. however --- he still felt like ellie could and should take the reigns while she had time to decompress. " just let me know when , " even if she wanted to do something impromptu , he would be okay with whatever she wanted. anything for her. his hands retreated to his side before shoving them into his pockets as if to create a barrier to avoid reaching for her again. " did you think it was dirty or something ? " lips curled into a smile before shaking his head. " is that your way of saying you want a farm animal ? i can make that happen -- just say the word. " though he knew what she meant , her words being acknowledged with a single nod. " you want to head back ? it's a bit of a long drive and you have things to do. "
Asking for help had always been a foreign concept to Gianna. Having grown up independent to a fault and falling into the routine of taking care of everyone else before herself - there remained that inability to admit she couldn't do it on her own any longer. That was the idea that brought her to Lottie's door.
She'd rehearsed three different versions of this conversation on the subway though when Lottie's face appeared before her, every single one dissolved entirely. "Your assistant said I could walk in." The matcha latte in hand for Lottie was set onto the desk before she'd fully settled into her own seat, the gesture preceding the words. "I would've called ahead but I think I'd have talked myself out of it if I gave myself the time." A beat as her hands found her lap and a sigh slipped from her lips. "Look, I won't waste your time, I know you're busy, so I'll cut to the chase but I .. have a favour to ask."
Something that The Reserve cared about was to ensure there was a family feeling tied to their organization. It was what set them apart from Lottie's father's organization before she had merged it with the Harrigan's and, without a doubt, the reason why despite feeling destroyed by news in her personal life, Lottie had remained invested in The Reserve and everyone involved. Gianna, as their lawyer, was more important than it was ever said, and though they didn't know each other very well, Lottie could see a lot of herself in the other woman for some reason. That stubborness that came with feeling as if they needed to fight their own battles by themselves, maybe.
"Oh, my favorite." She offered her a barely-there smile but reached over to grab the drink, sipping from it without a second thought. She loved a good matcha, that was nothing new. Gianna didn't seem troubled, or worried, but then again, Lottie herself could hide everything behind layers of nonchalance. It was the mention of a favor that was rare coming from Gianna, so she nodded. "Alright. How can I help?" she asked, straightening up in her seat. "And you're here so now you'll have to tell me. Before you try to talk yourself out of it."
"I really don't envy Rin right now, she makes this shit look so easy." And by this shit, Lottie meant researching. She was arms deep in a list of suppliers hoping to help lighten the load assigned by Lottie herself to their team of journalists, given how much information was out there. Everyone was researching and ensuring nothing was overlooked, and yet Lottie was never one to sit around and wait for results. She set the folder down unceremoniously, letting out a long sigh. "We have to be missing something. What are we missing?"
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he had only ever heard less than pleasing things about lottie from amelia though their interactions didn't necessarily involve lottie so it was not like she came up as a topic for discussion to begin with. though her lack of answer sort of confirmed that amelia had known. obviously amelia might have had her reasons but surely she didn't think lottie knew about their familial connection , did she ? he easily fell back into the embrace , finding it simple to be this way for her -- had it always been this way ? almost melting into her touch but staying firm , she needed the support regardless of what he might be feeling.
at her next question he did not hesitate , answer almost escaping his lips just as easy as he felt wanting to stay in her embrace. " when do we leave ? " things could always be pushed around and he knew emiliano would understand missing a couple of days for lottie who had been in their lives for over a decade at that point. head nodded slightly , " i think it'll be good for you , finally get what you always wanted in a way. " family , a support system -- someone who had her back no matter what.
She could count the number of times she'd asked for help from someone and not be worried about their reactions, or how the other person would see her after it with the fingers in one of her hands. Two of those times had been recent and the people had both been del Castillo's. Their responses hadn't surprised her, and yet relief flooded her senses when Santiago's only question after her request was when. She didn't have it in her to explain to anyone why she felt the need to do what she was doing where her mother was concerned - as she still was figuring that out herself.
She nodded at his words and then after a few seconds began pulling herself away from his embrace, her gaze meeting his. "I'll let you know. I need to talk to some people before I leave, make sure everything's covered." She still had an organization that had lost two people during the fires, and with so much going on, she had some catching up to do. A part of her just knew though, she needed to work on herself to truly be at her best. After a beat, Lottie looked around them, to his cow, back to Santiago. "I'll admit it - this place isn't as bad as I thought it'd be." The ranch, that was. Farm animals included. Her words were merely her own way of admitting that she was grateful that she'd basically kidnapped her here. She didn't know if anything could make her feel better, but she felt a bit lighter, somehow.
Lottie has been many things; an abstraction of wealth and privilege, an intimate view of everything she isn't, a brilliant woman, a terrible person... Lottie has been everything and anything to Amelia since girlhood. And in all the different version of Lottie she's seen, the one that's new? As a sister. If sisterhood is begrudging solidarity, being thrown together whilst simultaneously keeping each other at arm's length. Amelia puffs her lips, rolling her eyes at Lottie's immediate rejection. "You're such a snob." Amelia laments, clicking over to another Brooklyn apartment. This one, a fixer-upper. "I'm not leaving Brooklyn. I love it there." Still, the commute from Devrim's place to Channel 212 has been a nice change. "And Manhattan's too expensive. Do you know a one-bedroom in Manhattan is five grand now?" Really, it makes her quesy.
She pauses the slideshow, narrowing in on her question. Even if the first instinct is to deflect, Amelia wants to try. After everything she knows now, trying is the least they owe one another. "Not really." Amelia answers, after a beat. "She's a victim, and I know firsthand what that's like, but... Being around her is like being back in that house." And she did everything she could to run from it. "What about your mom? Dad, Omar--" She corrects, scrubbing the title off him. "Was he better with her?" Did he spare them the rod, and hurt them in other ways?
"Amelia, acting like you don't have money when you do is more disrespectful than living how I live." Lottie retorted, though there was hardly any bite behind her words. She understood that she'd lived a completely different version of life than she had, but truthfully and despite how much Lottie hated Omar Saab, she did not hate the life that she had. Even if it was because of him, partly. Laying her head back against her chair, Lottie almost scoffed. "How would I know that? I live in a penthouse. Which, again, you can afford comfortably." At this point, she was just pushing her younger sister's buttons. Sue her, it was too easy. And definitely more comfortable than the uncomfortable silence that normally came after talking about their family.
Despite everything that she now knew about their father, Lottie hadn't thought of just how fractured his other family was. She had seen how much he hurt Amelia with her own eyes, but she'd had very little time to consider that another woman, Amelia's mother, had been victim to his wrath. Hearing it out loud seemed surreal still. She nodded slowly - trying to find the right words of comfort? Understanding? She truly didn't know what to offer her. "But she's...okay now?"
Charlotte looked back at the screen projector, taking a deep a breath before she spoke up. "He killed her. Made her disappear, actually. I've been looking for her most of my life." The admission came with Lottie's gaze finally moving back to Amelia, her voice slow and soft, all at once. No sign of pain on her face though. "I think I'm the reason he came at you that day, Amelia."
he always knew lottie to deal with a lot and maybe while his intention had always been to be there for her , she out of a lot of people knew that he hadn't been the best of person. she held a lot in but he also felt okay knowing she had people around her despite it all. however , now she lost two parents , despite being one less than favorable they were still a figure in her life --- plus , when one knew about enzo caravelli all other fathers seemed a bit tame. however , despite it all he knew lottie would rather suck everything up than let anyone give somewhat of an idea of what she was going through. he tried to be there for her , even when circumstances didn't align he still did his best and that's why he brought her out -- away from everything.
" we both --- , " he said with a brow arching before nodding at the other's admission. " amelia ? " it was almost as if it made perfect sense , the two were a bit similar even if they didn't want to admit it. or maybe it was the friendship he had with the pair. " did she know before this went down ? " if she did , that might be a bit of an insight onto why lottie was hesitant to admit it.
he watched as she averted her gaze -- in all the years he had known her he had never seen her do that. even when she spoke about her mother , there was a sadness but nothing like this. growing up his siblings dealt with their emotions on their own , secluded he mainly saw emotion from his grandmother -- a strong yet deeply emotional woman. despite their earlier hug , he leaned forward once again , lips pressed to the top of her head , " you're not alone ." she had him and he wouldn't be going anywhere. " there's nothing to fix , just take some time -- let yourself rest. you did everything you could. "
Lottie only nodded at first as he asked about Amelia, not entirely sure of how to follow that up. There were messed up families and there was hers - where her mother cheated on her husband with a family friend, raised her only daughter as his daughter, and then said man made her pay for it, had a second family and a younger daughter, who once an adult, went after her older sister. Lottie hadn't been aware of just how numb she was until she felt his lips on the top of her head. And then, she reached out and pulled on his shirt to fall back into his embrace, arms around his sides and into a hug.
She let his words settle between them, silence slowly enveloping them until she felt ready to let go of it. It was his words that made her understand what she needed to do next; not to rest, but because she wanted to. Lottie never knew how to ask for help or for anything and yet her next words came out of her almost easily. "Can we go to Miami?" She paused, choosing to stay wrapped around him, partly to avoid meeting his gaze. "She had family there. I've never met them." The least she could do was tell people that cared about Gabriella that she was truly gone. An incredibly difficult message to deliver, but the closest to a burial that she would be able to give to her mother.
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Amelia Dreyer was still a mystery for Lottie. Even more of a mystery now that she was her sister. Granted, Omar wasn't Lottie's biological father - which was exactly what had caused the rest of her life to be lead by him. The loss of her mother was still heavy in her mind - she wondered if that would ever change, or if she even wanted to. These days it was the only that, somehow, she was holding onto. Her sister was unaware that they weren't biological siblings and Lottie had yet to make up her mind about sharing the information with her. Lack of trust, survival instincts. Call it what you want, but Amelia had went after Lottie when she was fully aware of their biological ties, which meant she couldn't just turn the page on their past that easily.
She looked away from the projector screen where she and Amelia were looking at homes for the younger woman to move into. If that was still the plan, as Lottie was now aware that she had been staying in Devrim's place due to her injuries. "If you show me one more Brooklyn apartment, you're leaving." She muttered as she leaned back against her seat, more exhausted than annoyed. These days, Lottie kept to those she considered close, avoiding the exhaustion that came from putting up a front with others. However, she needed to know more about Amelia, about their family. Which brought up her next question, "Do you talk to your mom?"
in all the years knowing her , she never broke. she'd never even sniffled in his direction , jaw tensed but knew there was nothing he could do to ease whatever she was feeling. " i know , " he said , knowing all she's ever really wanted to do was search for her mother and now , he could only imagine the emptiness she was feeling. her next words caused him to blink - two parents gone , back to back. though arguably omar had chucked lottie off to be cared for by strangers until she could hold her own , that was barley a parent at all. he let out an audible sigh -- she didn't owe him anything , much less an explanation but it would've been nice to know to be there for her , but this wasn't about him. " an adoptive sister ? " he questioned before shaking his head. " did you know her ? " it could've been easier if the knew of each other he supposed. " do you want to get to know her ? " too many if's even santiago didn't know how to proceed. he watched as lottie reacted to the news as if it meant nothing but he knew it was probably too much to bear. " what do you need ? " he said searching for her eyes to meet his. " and don't say you're fine because you're not. "
Everything about Omar's death had been a roller coaster to her. Lottie was still processing what it all meant, on top of ensuring that she and Amelia could get their rightful inheritance. It wasn't about the money for her, but about knowledge. The more assets they could find from Omar Saab, the more she could find out about what exactly happened to her mother. Although she was trying to make peace with the fact that she may never get answers, she had no plans to stop trying. Some people had therapy, Lottie had her job, her conviction that she would get it somehow.
"We both know her." She admitted with a small sigh. The topic of Amelia wasn't her favorite. A part of her knew that she had been a victim, just like her mother, and Lottie herself in a lot of ways. But she couldn't move on from the fact that despite Amelia knowing they were sisters, she'd come after her. She'd kept an insane secret from Lottie for as long as they had knew each other, and though they were never friends, Lottie felt betrayed. She would have never done to Amelia what she had to do, had she known she was her sister. "Amelia Dreyer. That's my sister."
Lottie looked away for a moment when she realized his gaze was searching for hers. Truthfully, she didn't know what she needed. All she knew was that she had no family now. That she missed her mom and that she had failed her, in so many ways, she had failed her mother. Swallowing hard, Lottie finally looked back at Santiago, gaze finally meeting his. "All I have ever wanted was to find her, Santi. And now I don't know what I want. I just need it to stop hurting and I don't think it ever will." Her admission was rare - a brief moment of letting her walls down, though she wasn't surprised since it was with him. "I don't think I'll ever stop feeling alone, and I don't know how to fix it."
One could call it the inherent need to get even. An eye for an eye. Someone had set fire to her brother’s club and quite literally burned him, and Cami wanted the world around that person burned down to ash. Or perhaps it was simply what came from being raised beneath Enzo’s iron fist, from learning early that their place at the top of the food chain only remained theirs so long as no one was allowed to forget it. Whatever answer existed had mattered less with each hour spent at her desk, blue eyes fixed to the footage from Romeo’s club until every second of it had begun to feel familiar before it even played.
Chin resting in her hand, she clicked through another frame, then another, attention lifting only when Lottie took the empty seat across from her desk. “The same.” A deep sigh left her as she leaned back into her chair, gaze already returning to the screen. “Except the motherfucker gets into a black van after, and eventually the camera loses him.” Figures.
It was more than understandable, a given - that the Caravelli's would look for whoever did this. Which made Lottie wonder if they were doing exactly what Pantheon was expecting them to do. Even so, after everything that she and Romeo had been through, her friendship with Cami, their alliances; she wanted them to pay just as much. If Lottie was anything, it was loyal. Romeo had done even more than she had ever asked him, and she owed him. She probably would always owe him for doing something that she was supposed to do herself, to carry on her shoulders.
"As expected," Part of what genuinely bothered Lottie about their enemy these days was their capability to simply disappear. They had slipped into the Lady Luck Casino almost effortlessly, and then into Robins Island. Now they had entered six properties that weren't necessarily known for easy access outside of the bar in Brooklyn. Lottie, for example, was almost paranoid about security. It seemed surreal they had found a spot to exploit and caused so much damage. "I've been trying to make the image clearer, maybe see if it's the same person, but whoever messed with our CCTV was really good. It may take a while. Is yours as crappy as mine?"
Lottie let out a deep breath, this part of the secret becoming less and less important with everything else that had happened recently. "I found out when I was eighteen. He is aware that I know as well, so I promise, nothing will happen to me." Not aside from being re-traumatized by finding out that the mother she had been looking for the past twenty years had been death this entire time. That, Lottie would have to deal with by herself, but she could handle it - she would find a way how. "The idea is for him to come to me and I know how to handle him." Better yet, she knew him even better than he knew himself - could predict his every move, or so she believed.
Since eighteen. So she’d lived with the knowledge all these years, amassing her own power with the residual leverage. Lottie had always been an impressive figure to Esra, someone the consultant never thought twice about both working for and befriending, but tonight’s revelation only cemented that image further. Now she was owed this slice of vengeance in the spotlight of her grief; for all the lies and stolen years. For the ghost she was left hunting for too long and the renewed loss. Regardless of whatever protective instinct sat within Esra’s chest, she knew her dear friend deserved this much and far more. From the whole damn universe at least. Her chin dipped with the faintest nod, confirming an unflinching involvement that would always surface whenever Lottie needed her. “I’ll start the breadcrumb trail tomorrow.”
Green eyes cast over Lottie, a smile breaching glossy lips in response to the tease of crying again. While comforting others sat beyond Celestina's wheelhouse, she'd argue she had her moments - those that were reserved for a select few and Lottie took residence as one of them. For her, she'd easily be the shoulder to cry on, an ear to vent to, anything that was needed.
Hence, the instinct toward giving something tangible when words ran short amidst grief. Personal experience would note that it'd only provided her temporary reprieve. Or that it could be more suitably identified as a distraction - still, she'd set her opinion firm that semantics were irrelevant.
"If you didn't like it I'd have gladly taken it off your hands." She teased, her usual dry humour surfacing in her eyes in contrast to the fatigued look she met within Lottie's. "So, I was thinking," the thought started as she'd crossed towards the kitchen, as though in her own home when she'd opened the fridge and produced a water bottle, "after your moms memorial, we could do a trip to Spain. The weekend. All of us." All translated into a short list of four names that required no explanation to deduce.
Lottie had never doubted her friendships. She never would. In a lot of ways her friends - they were all she genuinely felt like she had. That sentiment had only settled when Celestina, one of her oldest friends in the city, had shared the news of Lottie's mother's passing. Lottie had realized that after she found out, the only people she had to call at such moments were those very same friends. She had no family to reach out, outside of relatives in Florida who she barely knew due to Omar's influence, and now a newfound sister whom she didn't necessarily trust yet. But Celestina? She had went above and beyond anytime she had ever needed her. Words weren't enough to explain how grateful Lottie was for having her in her life.
instead of mentioning that though, Lottie just grinned. "Think you know me better than that." All that to say, she was not giving her the bag back. She wasn't insane. Lottie's gaze moved back to Cel as she placed her gift on the other side of her, carefully putting the packaging next to it. She sat back against her seat, her demeanor more calm than her usual non-stop energy. A weekend away sounded like a dream seeing as despite her mourning, Lottie had chose to work through it all. Her excuse was that it distracted her, but the reality was that she was avoiding it. "It has been a while since it's just been the four of us." Not that they didn't know everything about each other, but well, all of them had very demanding lives in general. "Okay, count me in. Are we thinking Barcelona, Sevilla, Madrid? Wait, you love Marbella."
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who: @lottierojasaab
where: wherever lottie would agree to do an interview
𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 at the station, someone had to take initiative. kennedy wasn’t exactly high ranking per se, but after years on the job, she knew how to make things happen. including getting herself a meeting with someone like lottie. haus of saab was a crime scene and someone needed to interview its owner. she took the seat across from lottie, posture straight. “thanks for making time to talk with me,” she started, voice even and professional. “i’m so sorry for your loss. the entire department, really, sends their condolences.” though she meant it - and she did - the words felt wrong. like they had come out laminated, the kind of thing she said because there was a script for it. but somewhere underneath the professional talk was what she really wanted to say, which was that this was fucked up and hazal and lorelai didn’t deserve to die that way. neither had dior. “anyway, i won’t waste your time, i promise. i wanted to go over a few details about the fire, if that’s okay. not necesasrily the night of. more general things you might know as the owner. and if you have any questions for me, i’ll absolutely answer what i can.”
Lottie acknowledged her initial words with only a nod. The loss of two people that she worked with and that were incredibly important for The Reserve was something that plagued her mind. For someone like her; usually so on top of everything, Lottie wondered if she had allowed herself to get distracted with everything going on in her life that had led to losing Lorelai and Hazal, all at once. She couldn't blame herself for it, but a part of her did wonder if she had, basically, dropped the ball and made it easier for the arsonist to get away with it. "Appreciate it. My focus right now is ensuring their families and loved ones can understand what happened though - as I'm sure you know." A perfectly executed reply in her media training, really. But the real reason why she sat across from officer Camara at that moment was to see what Lottie could find out about the investigation through her, without making it too obvious. She nodded again, "Okay. How can I help?"
Lips parted, glancing to the door she stood firm in front of before his eyes returned to her. "We?" So many questions raced through his mind; the secrecy of it all, their relationship to one another, the urgency of it all -- but his concern for Amelia was greater than any thoughts or assumptions pushing their way to the forefront. Thus, a reluctant nod was given. "Fine. Pen?" He wasn't intending to be short with Lottie -- after all, he was grateful in a sense that he'd been called in the first place -- but when he was scared or anxious, it typically manifested as frustration. "I'll let you know."
As someone that knew better than to answer questions that she did not need to answer, Lottie simply watched Dev expectantly to let him see that she wasn't budging and his questions were the only obstacle between him and Amelia's front door. She offered the pen she'd been holding onto, her signature Mont Blanc. There was so much brand new information in her head at that point, that she barely picked up on the fact that the doctor seemed to care about the woman inside the apartment. "I'll be back in an hour or so," seeing as she was working on relocating her new sister to a place, that she would make sure, was bigger than her bathroom in the penthouse she shared with the Harrigan's.
