[ 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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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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But she fights it. Somehow. ]
...Fine. Don’t be late.