[ Clay being the animal that he ultimately sort of was, had to resist howling with karmic mirth. He settled for flaring his nostrils at the stink of seawater and proceeding with business as normal. ]
Actually, I haven’t had any since before I arrived. Can you get some for the lawyer and I, honey?
[ He leans back in the expensive leather chair and folds his hand one over the other casually like he doesn’t know exactly who the lawyer is. Like the other two suits in the room didn’t warn him that she was a “sexy bitch on wheels” and before seeing exactly who he was being presented with he might have been more cautious. Caution be damned, now, however. ]
[She's going to murder him, and use his vocal chords to start building one of those tacky rubberband balls.]
I would, in fact, be your lawyer, Mr... [She glances at her file for the answer she already knows and has mentally cursed out this morning.] Emerson. But I can call for Tim to run and get you whatever you want. We're not that far from a Starbucks, or we can have something made in the cafe downstairs.
Ah. You know, I’m really not the biggest fan of Seattle’s overrated coffee company. I prefer Gregory’s - but the cafe downstairs is fine. My apologies for insulting you, miss...?
[ Petty? Step up, bitch. He cocks his head “innocently.” ] Or is it missus?
I'm sure we can accommodate Gregory's-- [She nods to the office assistant, the aforementioned "Tim" to confirm it.] just tell him your order. I would hate for you to feel your needs not to be met.
[You know, like that solid pair of blue balls you've received the past couple of weeks.
She smiles politely at his jab, none of it reaching her eyes.]
Miss. Never had the inclination to settle down; never met the man really worth the headache, if you'll pardon the generalization.
[It's not generalized.]
Would you like to review your portfolio concerns as we wait or do you want some of your coffee before we start?
No offense taken. Men are headaches; as are most people, really. [ He chuckles humorlessly and turns to the well-dressed black suit of anxiety that was Tim. ]
Soy vanilla latte would be fine. Medium. Now, back to your question, yes, I think my embarrassingly extensive— [ He’s not at all ashamed of it, however. A simple formality of speech. ] —portfolio could use some extra review time so let’s start.
Have you already read it over, or will this be your first look?
I assure you, I've made the effort to sufficiently prepare for our meeting, Mr. Emerson.
[Translation: Bitch, please. It's not that big.]
Now, from what I can see-- [She flips through the large folder at her right side, more for presentation than anything else.] you've amassed investments in quite a few ventures spanning several countries, all with their own uniquely complex tax laws.
We've made every effort to avoid the types of opportunities that would...diminish any gains to the small fortune you've amassed [Read: hoarded] through traffic or other fees, but I'm here to address potential concerns you have as well as field questions you might have on further investments opportunities.
[Here's the part of the carefully crafted script in which she's meant to stroke his ego, claim him as a highly valued and important client; her lips stay sealed.]
see also: how to avoid bullshitting things way over my head?
Mmhm, mhmm. [ His hazel eyes follow her overview with a touch of pride, and, given the lawyer before him who had access to so much information about him, even more suspicion and skepticism. ]
You certainly seem well-researched, thank you for all of your... time and effort. It's definitely appreciated when people do what's expected of them, isn't it?
[ A pointed look, as he leans back in his chair. He doesn't let it sit for more than a beat before clearing his throat and continuing. ]
As you mentioned, I do have several concerns to address - particularly about the legal and financial ramifications of transferring a few these assets into a more secure account here in the States. [ Clay points vaguely to a grouping of documents detailing some of his overseas investments. ]
So I'm glad you seem dedicated to my account - I unfortunately think I'll need more of your time than I would ideally like to demand, but I want to make sure I'm in good shape.
It's not an issue Mr. Emerson. I'm here to ensure your accounts are handled with the greatest care.
[Which is more than she could say for his balls if she had her way.]
Is there anything specific you would like to go over today in regards to the transfers? I'm not sure how much time you've had to review the projection summaries they compiled downstairs, but they should summarize the long-term growth we would expect to see within the 24 months. Now, this wouldn't be consolidating your investments in a singular pool, naturally, but it would mitigate some of your...riskier ventures.
[Alternative translation: keep fucking with me. See what happens.]
[ Clyteus chuckles and moves forward to lean on his elbows. ]
I have made some... riskier moves, but I suppose; then what’s the fun without some gamble? [ Very little laughter reaches his eyes, if she cares to look in them. ]
It’s only when it doesn’t pay off that sucks, after all.
[ Are you sure it doesn't count? It looks a little like it's counting. ]
That is true. And since I'm paying you by the hour I believe, perhaps you can let me have a few -- [ A small chuckle. Leaning forward, Clyteus scoffs and cocks his head at the Siren. ]
Let's get right to it, because I am a cheap creature; are you really that content with your miserable, soul-devouring life? You couldn't give me a fucking half hour or your time - which costs us next to nothing - to actually talk to someone on my level?
[She glances around the top perimeter of the room; Tim managed to book a conference room with no security cameras.
Good.]
Oh, I'm fucking peachy.
[She slides her papers to the side, leaning forward.]
Or, at least, I was, until I got called in last week and told I had to babysit a man-child of a client. But there you go, you bought my time, Mr. Emerson. I was already going to be overpaying you with my time and patience, now it's just closer to an equitable exchange.
Please, as if I'd want something so shriveled and gamey.
[She looks down at her hand, eyeing her manicure with disinterest.]
You're a valued client, which has, at least for now, successfully made you my problem. The only difference now is that I get a paycheck for the inconvenience.
[She looks up from her nails back up again to his face, then tracing down to the slope of his neck and adam's apple.]
[ There is the brief moment when Clyteus wonders if a paycheck in exchange for her time spent in such a way would make her a hooker, but he thinks better of voicing that. He wants so horribly, dreadfully much to decline and take his pride back home, but- He is male. The other head does a bit too much thinking sometimes. ]
How do you intend to solve your problem? [ He asks, arching a dark eyebrow and otherwise remaining still under her gaze. ]
[She leans over on the table, pressing a button on the conference call modem without taking her eyes off him.]
Vanessa, if Tim comes back please or anyone else is paging me, advise them that Mr. Emerson and I will be going through the legal minutiae of his portfolio and cannot be disturbed as a result. If anyone needs me or the room, please page first so we can adequately close Mr. Emerson's session.
[Once she receives confirmation, she pushes down again until the active audio light turns off, then slowly moves the modem to the far side of the table.]
[ Clay says in a quieter voice, watching the way she moves even more closely than before as she leans over and back again. He stands up then, carefully pulling off his jacket and draping it over the back of a chair. It's expensive, after all. There is no hurry as he makes his way around the table, carefully adjusting his cufflinks as he then fixes his eyes back on Cadence. ]
We seem awfully far apart, I think, for such a meeting. But you shouldn't have to walk to me in those heels- They look dreadfully uncomfortable. [ He muses. When he reaches her, he puts a hand on the back of her chair, swiveling it slowly to have her face him. ]
[She pushes herself up and out of the chair in one fluid motion, now giving him the full look-over from head to foot. As she does, she leans back on the conference table, crossing her ankles. She quirks an eyebrow up at him, expectant.]
[ Clyteus is impressed with her (long awaited) ability to follow a direction. His hand goesup one shin delicately, fluttering at the end of her skirt as he gently drags his fingers and nails up the inside of one thigh. ]
Patience is a virtue, you know.
[ At which point, he trails the hand back down- both sets palms cup the underside of her knees as he pulls her toward the end of the table even more while he kneels to the carpet. Smiling, he nudges and pulls her apart as he kisses up the same thigh he'd touched before, his stubble scratching at her soft skin as he does so. The other hand is now busy grabbing up toward her hip, looking for undergarments to start to pull at so he can keep kissing upward. ]
I’ve always been a follower of sin. Only fair considering how God kind of fucked us over, isn’t it?
[ He leans forward then and puts his lips to the underside of her jaw, biting her neck after a few kisses. He doesn’t use his teeth as hard as he could considering he’s still feeling the Siren our as far as her preferences- but he’s not gentle. Cadence did distract him from his prize, so he’s a little annoyed. But he’s careful to avoid the motion that would leave a mark so she won’t have something to bitch about again. Even though he’s sure she’ll find something else. ]
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Actually, I haven’t had any since before I arrived. Can you get some for the lawyer and I, honey?
[ He leans back in the expensive leather chair and folds his hand one over the other casually like he doesn’t know exactly who the lawyer is. Like the other two suits in the room didn’t warn him that she was a “sexy bitch on wheels” and before seeing exactly who he was being presented with he might have been more cautious. Caution be damned, now, however. ]
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I would, in fact, be your lawyer, Mr... [She glances at her file for the answer she already knows and has mentally cursed out this morning.] Emerson. But I can call for Tim to run and get you whatever you want. We're not that far from a Starbucks, or we can have something made in the cafe downstairs.
[He wants to be petty? She can do petty.]
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[ Petty? Step up, bitch. He cocks his head “innocently.” ] Or is it missus?
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[You know, like that solid pair of blue balls you've received the past couple of weeks.
She smiles politely at his jab, none of it reaching her eyes.]
Miss. Never had the inclination to settle down; never met the man really worth the headache, if you'll pardon the generalization.
[It's not generalized.]
Would you like to review your portfolio concerns as we wait or do you want some of your coffee before we start?
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Soy vanilla latte would be fine. Medium. Now, back to your question, yes, I think my embarrassingly extensive— [ He’s not at all ashamed of it, however. A simple formality of speech. ] —portfolio could use some extra review time so let’s start.
Have you already read it over, or will this be your first look?
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[Translation: Bitch, please. It's not that big.]
Now, from what I can see-- [She flips through the large folder at her right side, more for presentation than anything else.] you've amassed investments in quite a few ventures spanning several countries, all with their own uniquely complex tax laws.
We've made every effort to avoid the types of opportunities that would...diminish any gains to the small fortune you've amassed [Read: hoarded] through traffic or other fees, but I'm here to address potential concerns you have as well as field questions you might have on further investments opportunities.
[Here's the part of the carefully crafted script in which she's meant to stroke his ego, claim him as a highly valued and important client; her lips stay sealed.]
see also: how to avoid bullshitting things way over my head?
You certainly seem well-researched, thank you for all of your... time and effort. It's definitely appreciated when people do what's expected of them, isn't it?
[ A pointed look, as he leans back in his chair. He doesn't let it sit for more than a beat before clearing his throat and continuing. ]
As you mentioned, I do have several concerns to address - particularly about the legal and financial ramifications of transferring a few these assets into a more secure account here in the States. [ Clay points vaguely to a grouping of documents detailing some of his overseas investments. ]
So I'm glad you seem dedicated to my account - I unfortunately think I'll need more of your time than I would ideally like to demand, but I want to make sure I'm in good shape.
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It's not an issue Mr. Emerson. I'm here to ensure your accounts are handled with the greatest care.
[Which is more than she could say for his balls if she had her way.]
Is there anything specific you would like to go over today in regards to the transfers? I'm not sure how much time you've had to review the projection summaries they compiled downstairs, but they should summarize the long-term growth we would expect to see within the 24 months. Now, this wouldn't be consolidating your investments in a singular pool, naturally, but it would mitigate some of your...riskier ventures.
[Alternative translation: keep fucking with me. See what happens.]
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I have made some... riskier moves, but I suppose; then what’s the fun without some gamble? [ Very little laughter reaches his eyes, if she cares to look in them. ]
It’s only when it doesn’t pay off that sucks, after all.
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With that in mind, is there a specific question you had in mind, or a concern you wished to voice?
[Get. Fucking. On. With it. You. Ass.]
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Concerns? You’re asking if I have any concerns?
[ Tim probably should just get very lost if he knows what’s good for him. ]
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That is partly why we're here Mr. Emerson.
[It doesn't count as gritted teeth if she's smiling with it.]
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That is true. And since I'm paying you by the hour I believe, perhaps you can let me have a few -- [ A small chuckle. Leaning forward, Clyteus scoffs and cocks his head at the Siren. ]
Let's get right to it, because I am a cheap creature; are you really that content with your miserable, soul-devouring life? You couldn't give me a fucking half hour or your time - which costs us next to nothing - to actually talk to someone on my level?
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Good.]
Oh, I'm fucking peachy.
[She slides her papers to the side, leaning forward.]
Or, at least, I was, until I got called in last week and told I had to babysit a man-child of a client. But there you go, you bought my time, Mr. Emerson. I was already going to be overpaying you with my time and patience, now it's just closer to an equitable exchange.
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Really? I have something that you want? Forewarning, I don't think my heart would sustain you the same way as the fleshy water bags'.
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Please, as if I'd want something so shriveled and gamey.
[She looks down at her hand, eyeing her manicure with disinterest.]
You're a valued client, which has, at least for now, successfully made you my problem. The only difference now is that I get a paycheck for the inconvenience.
[She looks up from her nails back up again to his face, then tracing down to the slope of his neck and adam's apple.]
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How do you intend to solve your problem? [ He asks, arching a dark eyebrow and otherwise remaining still under her gaze. ]
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I'll ask you again: do you have any questions or concerns before we wrap this up for today, Mr. Emerson?
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[ He cracks his neck then, as he cocks his head to the side and then rolls it and flicks his eyes back to hers. ]
Is the door locked?
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Vanessa, if Tim comes back please or anyone else is paging me, advise them that Mr. Emerson and I will be going through the legal minutiae of his portfolio and cannot be disturbed as a result. If anyone needs me or the room, please page first so we can adequately close Mr. Emerson's session.
[Once she receives confirmation, she pushes down again until the active audio light turns off, then slowly moves the modem to the far side of the table.]
It might as well be now. Anything else?
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[ Clay says in a quieter voice, watching the way she moves even more closely than before as she leans over and back again. He stands up then, carefully pulling off his jacket and draping it over the back of a chair. It's expensive, after all. There is no hurry as he makes his way around the table, carefully adjusting his cufflinks as he then fixes his eyes back on Cadence. ]
We seem awfully far apart, I think, for such a meeting. But you shouldn't have to walk to me in those heels- They look dreadfully uncomfortable. [ He muses. When he reaches her, he puts a hand on the back of her chair, swiveling it slowly to have her face him. ]
Why don't you sit on the table for me?
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Well?
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Patience is a virtue, you know.
[ At which point, he trails the hand back down- both sets palms cup the underside of her knees as he pulls her toward the end of the table even more while he kneels to the carpet. Smiling, he nudges and pulls her apart as he kisses up the same thigh he'd touched before, his stubble scratching at her soft skin as he does so. The other hand is now busy grabbing up toward her hip, looking for undergarments to start to pull at so he can keep kissing upward. ]
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So is chastity. You really want to extol virtue at the moment?
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[ He leans forward then and puts his lips to the underside of her jaw, biting her neck after a few kisses. He doesn’t use his teeth as hard as he could considering he’s still feeling the Siren our as far as her preferences- but he’s not gentle. Cadence did distract him from his prize, so he’s a little annoyed. But he’s careful to avoid the motion that would leave a mark so she won’t have something to bitch about again. Even though he’s sure she’ll find something else. ]
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