I slept very well, thank you Ms. Laine. How have you been since we last saw each other?
[ One week and three days ago. He’s not counting. Clyteus ran his finger over the table as he walked to his seat across from her and settled in. His laptop bag was laid on the table and he pulled out some documents.
She looked... rosier somehow; he mused that she must have eaten since since standing him up yet again. Her looking well and his facade of disinterest offered an extra simpering quality to his smile in her direction as he asked Tim for espresso. ]
[ Again, it's said without bothering to look up him; Cadence flips a page, skimming some mid-century banking notices written in what she can only assume is Romanian. How, how has he not been found out by now? It's just...sloppy.
Cadence shuts the folder with a curt slam, then turns to the very clearly uncomfortable Tim to give her coffee order. As Tim skitters off, she finally looks over his faux-disinterest, trying not to smile; he showed his hand too early with his insistent texts and hollow threats, making this far too easy. ]
It's always nice to be able to relax and enjoy some good company over good drinks. But I won't bore you with details of my off-time; where would you like to start today Mr. Emerson? The European or East Asia files?
[ He drops the facade when it comes to his personal finances. No room for niceties in that department. Clay motions for the folder, and reaches for it across the table with a furrowed brow. ]
[ Cadence passes him the file, resisting the urge to roll her eyes. ]
Well, you didn't. And even if you had, unless you had closed those many decades prior, [ A pointed look. ] the paper trail associated with them still makes them fair game for quite a few legal headaches as far as some overseas taxation agencies are concerned.
[ She scribbles down a reminder to contact a few POCs she had prior good experience with on similar "clean up" jobs. ]
So, you want to close them all, or are there any you wish to keep? We have some local counterparts in Singapore, Shanghai, and Seoul who can help smooth things over in either case. But you won't be able to reverse course once we've begun.
[ Translation: don't whine to me about your hoard depleting afterwards you greedy little lizard. ]
Of course; they were inherited accounts from a departed family member’s estate- hence the age of them.
[ He crinkles his eyes humorlessly at Cadence and proceeds to look over the contents of the folder for a moment. The papers shuffle and he shrugs and puts the contents back in their order before sliding it across the table again. ]
These are mostly in the form of trusts and other bonds, which can be easily dispersed to other accounts. At least, in my limited experience with them that is my understanding. But that’s why I’ve chosen to pay for your assistance, isn’t it?
[ Cadence returns the look with a humorless smile. ]
...Of course. Easy to understand their...sentimental value as well. Quite the legacy.
[ She pulls the files back from him in a fluid motion, not once breaking her gaze. ]
Yes it is, so let me assist in adding greater clarity to your, as you said, "limited experience". From what we've been able to discern from historical records, moving assets between your...family's respective accounts is ultimately what complicates your case to where it needs this level of intervention. As mentioned previously, these assets have left a paper trail that is now legally threatening your capital, so simply moving things around won't be an adequate solution. In fact, it seems to be have been the modus operandi of your family for generations; it's good you came to us, since your ancestors seemingly had nothing but a string of incompetent financiers handling their fortune. It's a wonder you haven't been bankrupted, frankly.
[ She ends this explanation with another curt smile. The door creaks behind them as Tim returns with coffee, setting the cups between the two and looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. ]
But as I said, you're in good hands. You are a valued customer, Mr. Emerson.
Well. Thank you so much for your help, Miss Laine. You certainly are invaluable.
[ Clay gives a sizing look as he sips his caffeine without looking at the paper cup. With a throat clear, he finally looks down and pulls out his mobile to open his email. ]
Speaking of your incredible scope of knowledge— [ A dry look and he gently whisks the phone across the table. ]
Could I convince you to look into this charity event I’ve been invited to? Perhaps some of this... capital I’ve inherited can be allocated here rather than returning to a government or banks who would otherwise just greedily snap it up?
[ Cadence stops the sliding phone short with her palm, picking it up to look over the e-invitation (really, are we five...?) for some sort of generic black-tie function to benefit...Mt. Sinai? She quirks an eyebrow at him; yeah, right. ]
I'm not sure that will get you completely out of the woods, but if you're comfortable donating those assets in lieu of fighting for them overseas, we can certainly facilitate that. I'll pass on the details to the rest of our team.
Superb. Correct me if I’m wrong, but by my estimation I will see more of the money back in tax filing than I might get if we fight international monetary regulations?
[ He defers to her, as he was currently furious that he had missed that much of a sum in a forgotten hoard he’d amassed after the war ravaged east Asia. There were memories of a family of Eastern dragons who chased Clay out of their lands when he was discovered; especially his being there so soon after tensions broke with an atomic bomb. The superstitious and devious nature of Eastern dragons had his father killed at the height of Western imperialism, so he did not fuck with that and fled.
Clay too angry to think quite straight, this memory of where the sun came from made him even more pissed off about it and decided it best disposed of profitably than recovered. ]
we're going to assume this is all legit and they can do this??? but she also can't let him win
Theoretically, though again I'd like our team to take a hard look into the details. Hate to see your charitable contribution to still be eligible for said taxes after you so generously gave it away...
[ She redirects her attention back to the e-vitation to scan for a date to set said hard look by. ]
...This benefit is this upcoming weekend Mr. Emerson. Have you already agreed to attend, or would your attendance be based on the findings of our team? We can certainly facilitate the deadline, but I want to be clear before we greenlight this for any necessary overtime.
he literally pays her to be right so it’s a lose/lose
I haven’t responded. And I want to make the donation in time to get a good table and find out who else is in attendance. You’re in charge of the team, Cadence. You’ve reviewed and know this file more than even myself. What’s your opinion?
[ Clyteus gives her a look at sips from the paper cup. Read: Stop fucking around the bush and for once be direct with me, would you? ]
[ Cadence's jaw clicks in and out of place as she contemplates the ways in which this could backfire on her. ]
...I have confidence in our team to rectify any further legal headaches that could arise from this. If you want to proceed today, go ahead, as long as you understand this is a tentative allowance on our part pending further legwork. We're ultimately not liable for your own financial choices Mr. Emerson, we're simply advisers.
Thank you. I have to ask one other request of you, personally, given the short notice. Firstly, because I would appreciate your real-time input concerning others who will be drawn to this function.
[ Clay pauses and looks from her eyes to her jaw to her collar. He considers how best to phrase it without pissing her away. Then decided at this point it didn’t fucking matter anymore and he’s not being vague about it because tact isn’t expected anymore, evidently. ]
Secondly, you should deign me worthy of speaking with outside of this conference room when requested. That is, if you expect me to trust more than with my change purse. And no, I will not find another partner in your company if I lose your expertise because of your flaking.
[ At first it's difficult to tell who's really the reptile in the room; Cadence's eyes narrow to dangerously thin slits as she slides the phone back across the table. A night of overtime to drink champagne doesn't sound horrifying, but the threat attached? That won't be tolerated. ]
Oh, should I now. And if I refuse?
[ Her arms cross on the table, nails tapped intermittently against the polished wood. ]
[ Clay sits up a bit straighter, but doesn’t lean in to her challenging stance. His eyes flick to her drumming fingers and back to her face. He opts to remain looking untroubled, with his elbows on the arm of the office chair. It’s a conscious effort, but he can’t look like he cares at this point— and he almost can’t afford to. ]
Unless you give me a compelling reason why you can’t attend, I’ll find a different advising team.
[ So we're doubling down on this. Fine. Her tapping stops abruptly while she gives him a fixed, icy look. ]
I'm not sure I could consent to demands for an after-hours function, even with my current overtime rate, with a client who's been proven to harass me in my personal time. Your status as a "privileged client" might keep you from being dropped outright and served a sexual harassment suit, but the firm can and will go into damage control....which will include me switching off the account in favor of another of my colleagues, Frank.
[ She pulls out her own phone, pulling up his texts the night before as an example paper trail. ]
Divorced, three kids out in Queens, a little bit of a sub addiction. I'm sure he'll look nice in whatever heels you pick out, though I'd certainly hate for it to come to that. Why don't we outright rephrase the question, in fact: what are you going to give me to make this actually worth my time? I'd advise that rid yourself of whatever little power trip you think you're on before you answer.
this is gonna be like japan. it’ll take two hits (at least)
[ Clyteus smirks. He touched a nerve; he got point blank threatened, not buffed off. Finally. A finger taps the table as he talks, speaking very deliberately. ]
This isn’t a power trip, sweetheart; my life and my money are about competing for what I want. I don’t play games that I don’t intend to win. You have connections? I do too. I know a friend who pays handsomely for fresh seafood, and I even get a bonus if I deliver it to his door. I have no desire to contact him again- I will more than contentedly walk away from this arrangement if you won’t concede where it’s demanded.
[ He puts his palms on the table, rises from the chair, and stares her down with unflinching determination, but not malice. Anger would indicate emotional investment, and he’s fed up with being screwed over more than his scaly feelings are hurt at this moment. ]
But if you threaten me, know that I won’t back down. I want what you agreed to; and what I’m owed at this point in our... complicated arrangement.
[ She sizes him up as he rises, nothing but cool disdain. She can make apologies to her boss later, put the sexual harassment allegations on the backburner depending on the extent of his complaint. ]
I agreed to nothing beyond doing my job, of which you are heavily straining the boundaries of reasonable conduct, and I certainly don't owe you shit beyond that.
[ She rises as well, shifting the papers into a neat stack to take back out of the room. ]
A word to the wise: be prepared to lose what you gamble. I will not be attending your little benefit, but best of luck muddying the waters on your assets. I'm sure your hand is already looking forward to yet another repeat performance that night.
[ Clyteus smacks the table as she gathers the paper, his voice growling but staying low enough to try and avoid Tim or other bystanders’ listening. ]
It’s not about the admittedly pretty good fucking, Laine. What I’m adamant about is being able to trust you. You’ve lied to me too many times to be able to leave you responsible you with investing and distributing my income unless you can prove yourself to be reliable in any sense of the word.
[ He lets out a breath, not particularly liking what he was prepared to do. But he needed a date and- Well. She was the best option. ]
You’re intelligent, cunning, dogmatic, and ruthless. But I need to know that won’t be aimed at me unless I deserve it. What have I done to harass you besides ask for one after work meeting- that you failed to attend after agreeing? ...Or are you saying that you didn’t consent to the contact that you first started in this fucking room?
[ Cadence's eyes flick down to Clay's hand as he slams it down over the folders, quirking an eyebrow. She...well, softens isn't exactly the right word for her less-tensed expression (she doesn't do soft) but what platitudes Clay has offered has seemingly deescalated some of that brinkmanship.
...Some. ]
...To date, I have done nothing to indicate that I will fail to secure your interests in your case. If I really didn't give a shit and wanted to watch you fall flat on your face, I would have proceeded to let you dig yourself into a deeper legal nightmare with your stupid "where's the pea" divestment strategy and kicked that can down the road until it was no longer my case. I simply offer results; any desire for trust is your own baggage to deal with.
[ Clay considers that for a moment. The aforementioned hand retreats from the table, returning to rest on the lock of his standing briefcase. ]
You’re right. It’s been a very smooth several weeks... Financially.
[ His creased brow relaxes as do his shoulders with the noticeable lapse in tension. There’s a nod and a throat clear. ]
This is why I’m, respectfully, asking that you come with me. Your instincts and experience keep you sharp; I can use the extra set of eyes and ears if business opportunities arise— in addition to your being an exceptionally attractive date.
[ She really doesn't want to give him any semblance of a victory here, but he's backed off his other bullshit and-- ]
It's going to be my overtime rate, just so we're clear. And whatever I have to buy for the event will also count towards your expenses. Is that worth it to you?
Of course. Not a problem. I really appreciate you helping me with this.
[ Clay’s relief is more palpable but his glinting eyes are wrinkled with the thrill of the small victory. He extends his hand across the table, palm out for a handshake. The offer comes with a confirmatory question-inflected statement. ]
I’ll be with the car outside, then. 6pm, Saturday?
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[ One week and three days ago. He’s not counting. Clyteus ran his finger over the table as he walked to his seat across from her and settled in. His laptop bag was laid on the table and he pulled out some documents.
She looked... rosier somehow; he mused that she must have eaten since since standing him up yet again. Her looking well and his facade of disinterest offered an extra simpering quality to his smile in her direction as he asked Tim for espresso. ]
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[ Again, it's said without bothering to look up him; Cadence flips a page, skimming some mid-century banking notices written in what she can only assume is Romanian. How, how has he not been found out by now? It's just...sloppy.
Cadence shuts the folder with a curt slam, then turns to the very clearly uncomfortable Tim to give her coffee order. As Tim skitters off, she finally looks over his faux-disinterest, trying not to smile; he showed his hand too early with his insistent texts and hollow threats, making this far too easy. ]
It's always nice to be able to relax and enjoy some good company over good drinks. But I won't bore you with details of my off-time; where would you like to start today Mr. Emerson? The European or East Asia files?
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[ He drops the facade when it comes to his personal finances. No room for niceties in that department. Clay motions for the folder, and reaches for it across the table with a furrowed brow. ]
I thought that I had closed those accounts...?
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Well, you didn't. And even if you had, unless you had closed those many decades prior, [ A pointed look. ] the paper trail associated with them still makes them fair game for quite a few legal headaches as far as some overseas taxation agencies are concerned.
[ She scribbles down a reminder to contact a few POCs she had prior good experience with on similar "clean up" jobs. ]
So, you want to close them all, or are there any you wish to keep? We have some local counterparts in Singapore, Shanghai, and Seoul who can help smooth things over in either case. But you won't be able to reverse course once we've begun.
[ Translation: don't whine to me about your hoard depleting afterwards you greedy little lizard. ]
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[ He crinkles his eyes humorlessly at Cadence and proceeds to look over the contents of the folder for a moment. The papers shuffle and he shrugs and puts the contents back in their order before sliding it across the table again. ]
These are mostly in the form of trusts and other bonds, which can be easily dispersed to other accounts. At least, in my limited experience with them that is my understanding. But that’s why I’ve chosen to pay for your assistance, isn’t it?
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...Of course. Easy to understand their...sentimental value as well. Quite the legacy.
[ She pulls the files back from him in a fluid motion, not once breaking her gaze. ]
Yes it is, so let me assist in adding greater clarity to your, as you said, "limited experience". From what we've been able to discern from historical records, moving assets between your...family's respective accounts is ultimately what complicates your case to where it needs this level of intervention. As mentioned previously, these assets have left a paper trail that is now legally threatening your capital, so simply moving things around won't be an adequate solution. In fact, it seems to be have been the modus operandi of your family for generations; it's good you came to us, since your ancestors seemingly had nothing but a string of incompetent financiers handling their fortune. It's a wonder you haven't been bankrupted, frankly.
[ She ends this explanation with another curt smile. The door creaks behind them as Tim returns with coffee, setting the cups between the two and looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. ]
But as I said, you're in good hands. You are a valued customer, Mr. Emerson.
talking out of my ASS *^*
[ Clay gives a sizing look as he sips his caffeine without looking at the paper cup. With a throat clear, he finally looks down and pulls out his mobile to open his email. ]
Speaking of your incredible scope of knowledge— [ A dry look and he gently whisks the phone across the table. ]
Could I convince you to look into this charity event I’ve been invited to? Perhaps some of this... capital I’ve inherited can be allocated here rather than returning to a government or banks who would otherwise just greedily snap it up?
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I'm not sure that will get you completely out of the woods, but if you're comfortable donating those assets in lieu of fighting for them overseas, we can certainly facilitate that. I'll pass on the details to the rest of our team.
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[ He defers to her, as he was currently furious that he had missed that much of a sum in a forgotten hoard he’d amassed after the war ravaged east Asia. There were memories of a family of Eastern dragons who chased Clay out of their lands when he was discovered; especially his being there so soon after tensions broke with an atomic bomb. The superstitious and devious nature of Eastern dragons had his father killed at the height of Western imperialism, so he did not fuck with that and fled.
Clay too angry to think quite straight, this memory of where the sun came from made him even more pissed off about it and decided it best disposed of profitably than recovered. ]
we're going to assume this is all legit and they can do this??? but she also can't let him win
[ She redirects her attention back to the e-vitation to scan for a date to set said hard look by. ]
...This benefit is this upcoming weekend Mr. Emerson. Have you already agreed to attend, or would your attendance be based on the findings of our team? We can certainly facilitate the deadline, but I want to be clear before we greenlight this for any necessary overtime.
he literally pays her to be right so it’s a lose/lose
[ Clyteus gives her a look at sips from the paper cup. Read: Stop fucking around the bush and for once be direct with me, would you? ]
how indeed cadence
...I have confidence in our team to rectify any further legal headaches that could arise from this. If you want to proceed today, go ahead, as long as you understand this is a tentative allowance on our part pending further legwork. We're ultimately not liable for your own financial choices Mr. Emerson, we're simply advisers.
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[ Clay pauses and looks from her eyes to her jaw to her collar. He considers how best to phrase it without pissing her away. Then decided at this point it didn’t fucking matter anymore and he’s not being vague about it because tact isn’t expected anymore, evidently. ]
Secondly, you should deign me worthy of speaking with outside of this conference room when requested. That is, if you expect me to trust more than with my change purse. And no, I will not find another partner in your company if I lose your expertise because of your flaking.
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Oh, should I now. And if I refuse?
[ Her arms cross on the table, nails tapped intermittently against the polished wood. ]
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Unless you give me a compelling reason why you can’t attend, I’ll find a different advising team.
oh no we're going nuclear.
I'm not sure I could consent to demands for an after-hours function, even with my current overtime rate, with a client who's been proven to harass me in my personal time. Your status as a "privileged client" might keep you from being dropped outright and served a sexual harassment suit, but the firm can and will go into damage control....which will include me switching off the account in favor of another of my colleagues, Frank.
[ She pulls out her own phone, pulling up his texts the night before as an example paper trail. ]
Divorced, three kids out in Queens, a little bit of a sub addiction. I'm sure he'll look nice in whatever heels you pick out, though I'd certainly hate for it to come to that. Why don't we outright rephrase the question, in fact: what are you going to give me to make this actually worth my time? I'd advise that rid yourself of whatever little power trip you think you're on before you answer.
this is gonna be like japan. it’ll take two hits (at least)
This isn’t a power trip, sweetheart; my life and my money are about competing for what I want. I don’t play games that I don’t intend to win. You have connections? I do too. I know a friend who pays handsomely for fresh seafood, and I even get a bonus if I deliver it to his door. I have no desire to contact him again- I will more than contentedly walk away from this arrangement if you won’t concede where it’s demanded.
[ He puts his palms on the table, rises from the chair, and stares her down with unflinching determination, but not malice. Anger would indicate emotional investment, and he’s fed up with being screwed over more than his scaly feelings are hurt at this moment. ]
But if you threaten me, know that I won’t back down. I want what you agreed to; and what I’m owed at this point in our... complicated arrangement.
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I agreed to nothing beyond doing my job, of which you are heavily straining the boundaries of reasonable conduct, and I certainly don't owe you shit beyond that.
[ She rises as well, shifting the papers into a neat stack to take back out of the room. ]
A word to the wise: be prepared to lose what you gamble. I will not be attending your little benefit, but best of luck muddying the waters on your assets. I'm sure your hand is already looking forward to yet another repeat performance that night.
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It’s not about the admittedly pretty good fucking, Laine. What I’m adamant about is being able to trust you. You’ve lied to me too many times to be able to leave you responsible you with investing and distributing my income unless you can prove yourself to be reliable in any sense of the word.
[ He lets out a breath, not particularly liking what he was prepared to do. But he needed a date and- Well. She was the best option. ]
You’re intelligent, cunning, dogmatic, and ruthless. But I need to know that won’t be aimed at me unless I deserve it. What have I done to harass you besides ask for one after work meeting- that you failed to attend after agreeing? ...Or are you saying that you didn’t consent to the contact that you first started in this fucking room?
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...Some. ]
...To date, I have done nothing to indicate that I will fail to secure your interests in your case. If I really didn't give a shit and wanted to watch you fall flat on your face, I would have proceeded to let you dig yourself into a deeper legal nightmare with your stupid "where's the pea" divestment strategy and kicked that can down the road until it was no longer my case. I simply offer results; any desire for trust is your own baggage to deal with.
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You’re right. It’s been a very smooth several weeks... Financially.
[ His creased brow relaxes as do his shoulders with the noticeable lapse in tension. There’s a nod and a throat clear. ]
This is why I’m, respectfully, asking that you come with me. Your instincts and experience keep you sharp; I can use the extra set of eyes and ears if business opportunities arise— in addition to your being an exceptionally attractive date.
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It's going to be my overtime rate, just so we're clear. And whatever I have to buy for the event will also count towards your expenses. Is that worth it to you?
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[ Despite the bitterness behind the memory, he can’t help but smile in an understated expression of victory. It worked— at least for now. ]
Would you prefer to arrange transportation yourself or I’ll send a car for you?
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Don’t be stupid, those wouldn’t remotely work for the occasion. But you‘ll certainly get my bill.
[ As for the latter question, she crosses her arms and drums her fingers against her forearm, contemplating him for a moment. ]
...Arrange a car, for both of us. If we don’t show up together it defeats the whole point.
[ Fuck it, she’ll throw him this one bone. ]
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[ Clay’s relief is more palpable but his glinting eyes are wrinkled with the thrill of the small victory. He extends his hand across the table, palm out for a handshake. The offer comes with a confirmatory question-inflected statement. ]
I’ll be with the car outside, then. 6pm, Saturday?
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