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@briancuthbert
[text to Brian Cuthbert]
Helena Rivera: Apology /not/ accepted. You had better think of some very good reasons to continue our acquaintance when we see each other on the 12th, Mr. Cuthbert.
Brian Cuthbert: I could take heart from the fact we're still on the twelfth, or I could take my information about our current scoreline elsewhere. But I have a better offer: reparation. What if I could repair the unenviable bridge between you and Carolina?
[text to Brian Cuthbert]
Helena Rivera: This conversation is over. Unless you would like our evening of music to be called off, you would be wise to keep any comments about my daughter to yourself.
Brian Cuthbert: Oh dear, Miss Rivera, I do apologise. Rather new as I am to this guardian lark, I could have underestimated the difficulty of juggling work and a family. Anna has only good things to say about her best friend. Evidently, you've done something very, very right.
"With the weather this nice, I think I’m going to take advantage of it and go out for a swim."
By all means, don't let the water obscure the view.
Damn. Never thought I’d forget what the hustle n’bustle of summer weeknights was like. What with all these youngins out of school and itching for adventure.
Now isn't that funny. I thought the NYU kids were famous for spending it on their backs, stargazing and grumbling about how their stomachs are too big for all the cookies they've been devouring.
"Whoever lets these animals write such terrible pieces, must be stopped. It’s disgusting…"
Headlines about deposed kings giving you a bit of an itch you can't reach?
Dad won’t notice if this is gone, right?
That depends on firstly, the label, and secondly, if "Dad" is spelt as "m-o-r-o-n."
I need cigarettes. Or something stronger.
Terribly sorry, miss. The closest I have is a nicotine patch.
Property market looks like it won't get any better.
I wouldn’t call it eavesdropping, for that would require effort. But when you do what I do, overhearing conversations is inevitable. Thus, I listen in sometimes. There’s no harm being done, I assure you.
Brian raised both eyebrows politely. "Of course. That must be called passive listening, then." He shrugged, unconcerned now. "I'm sure there's a great deal of harm that could come from 'overhearing' sensitive information, but anyone dumb enough to babble about that in public probably had it coming."
[text to Brian Cuthbert]
Helena Rivera: Are you really trying to play this game? Because you're the one who happened to enter town just in time for his death.
Helena Rivera: As if I would purposefully devastate a young girl like that. Anna need not worry so much. She already has all the information she needs.
Brian Cuthbert: Quite a rude homecoming, I'd say. Especially having led quite a fulfilling life far away from my brother. If I were trying to kill him, I'd be the worst informed person to do so. Not to mention far too obvious a suspect. Funny, though, how he died giving someone else a ring he should have saved aside for you. Three-love, was it?
Brian Cuthbert: You have no trouble devastating that daughter of yours. Look, I care about my niece and I would like her to face a certainty, not a chance. There's a world of difference between the two.
She chuckled at the name, feeling a bit proud that she was called that, she always liked the character. “We can both agree on that one, yes,” she agreed nodding. She liked her job, and even though the changes in her job have been weird and a bit hard, but she was adjusting just fine.
"Look," she put down the pen she played with her hands during their coversation onto the desk with a sigh and leaned back into her chair, "I liked your brother. I really did. He was a great boss, I loved working for him and I wish certain— things wouldn’t have gone the way they did. But unlike you, I don’t have millions of dollars on my bank account, just so that I can quit a job when the situation changes. I still like working here, I’m really good at what I do, you can ask anyone, so why should I leave?" She forgot to mention the fact that leaving did cross her mind. With the situation home it would be an easy money just to give out all the secrets she’s been holding onto for such a long time, grab the money and then move on. But she couldn’t bring herself to do it, not to Oliver.
You just made my point for me, didn't you? Do you really want to be working at an office filled to the brim with memories of Jolly Ollie? Unless of course, he signed a secret codicil that gives you a million dollars if you never quit this job, nothing's keeping you chained to that desk. The economy might not be so hot right now, but you seem overqualified for your current position. Now, if that's because you're too smart to operate a Filofax for a living, you'd certainly benefit from seeking employment elsewhere. Isn't that right? Then again... if it's not overqualification I sense, my original question still stands. Except now the answer's bound to be more interesting.
[text to Brian Cuthbert]
Helena Rivera: On the other hand, Oliver and I worked closely and peacefully together for almost twenty years while you spent most of them indulging your brother issues. Perhaps you'd like to refrain from commenting on anyone's sentiments.
Helena Rivera: Then she has a chance. She just needs to put in the effort.
Brian Cuthbert: All the easier for you to know his modus operandi and his weaknesses. Who better to stab him in the back— the brother he loathed and didn't trust, or the friend and colleague around whom he dropped his guard? I believe the scoreline is currently two-love. Your serve.
Brian Cuthbert: Look, can't we cut to the good part where you tell me what exactly Anna needs to do to get that post? She's criminally intent on getting that internship, and blowing that chance would devastate her.
Property market looks like it won't get any better.
Then what exactly are you suggesting?
What, you mean the obvious? I'd elaborate, but that would depend strictly on your moral alignment.
Property market looks like it won't get any better.
Now, I’m not sure if that was an attempt at being charming and trying to hint that you’d like to keep me all to yourself overseas, or if that was a shitty way of trying to insult me by saying you’re not enjoying my company right now. Enlighten me.
There might be some merit in what you say. Having spent less than a minute in your company, I can certainly imagine what just about a very long Transatlantic flight with you will be like as well.
Property market looks like it won't get any better.
That sounds strangely familiar to Monopoly, Brian.
Touché. I have a marked preference for the race car. What about you?
Property market looks like it won't get any better.
Well then. To say I’m only mildly impressed would be an understatement. Sounds to me like you don’t even need an agent. So what’s the reason for the big sell anyway? If you don’t mind me asking.
Now, why would I mind an excuse to talk about how I'm a rich man like that Abbey Road boy band song? I've decided my old flat in London has become... superfluous. I don't have the most high-paying job at the moment, so a little liquidity sounds more useful at the moment than an asset that isn't going to make me any money for at least several more months now.
Property market looks like it won't get any better.
So you like money. Pft, what’s new? At least you don’t hide it, like most pretentious snobs out there.
"Why would I hide it?" Brian conveniently neglected to mention he had spent a long time trying to hide from it, despising other rich kids who swaggered about because of their parents were, while using his own parents' cash flow to do whatever he wanted. Times had changed. He intended to use every cent and every syllable in his name to get every last square foot of Achori's empire.
Besides, Natasha Peterson and her family history were as transparent as an empty bottle of rum. Either she would loathe him for being rich, or her tough girl shtick would give him grudging points for being upfront about it. "The funny thing about money's that it can buy you the moon if you know the right price to negotiate at. I would know, of course; I work in finance for a living."
There’s plenty of real pet food, he just prefers my shoes. Maybe it’s the smell.
Of course. Sweat and feet. Hugo Boss should consider bottling that stuff.
