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Her words were met with a polite smile on his behalf; sure, if he could make sure to be informed whether or not the woman had come or not, he could find a way to let her know he’ll be late for the meeting, especially when he knew who she was. Still, once again Vittorio decided on leaving things that way, risking to make a bad first impression. Was it his tactic to intimidate her the way she did with him after reaching out so out of the blue? And what statement exactly those actions were supposed to make? Certainly not one that said “I have nothing to hide” since if that was the case, he wouldn’t have chosen neutral grounds for this meeting.
“Maybe some other time.” Rio wasn’t sure what stood behind her shared interest in the vineyard, so for now it was save to not give promises he might not end up keeping. At this point everything he had learned about Law started kicking in and he wondered if his father would be proud of just how well he behaved himself under pressure. “I’ve got nothing to hide, Savannah,” wasting no time he went straight to the first name basis, fully aware of how he didn’t want her to be his enemy; so far he knew he had a few he had to deal with later, “everything I do is legitimate. Just like it has been for the past few generations. But I’m willing to hear what you have to offer.”
“Everybody has nothing to hide, what I’ve found is that it’s usually the people willing to offer that sentiment up as some deterrent straight off the bat usually have more than most, they just believe they’ve already worked out how to keep it from prying eyes.” He wasn’t the first person she’d ever cornered with intention, and he likely wouldn’t be the last. Savannah Delore might have been a lot of things, but safe had certainly never been one of them. No part of her was so willing to openly disclose the reports she’d received from those she’d had tailing Vittorio, picking apart the visual aspects of his business. It hadn’t been easy, but she’d poured months of resources into doing such for the pure reasoning that she never quite liked being wrong. Lips pursed tightly and curled into a smile that lacked sincerity, “Tell me, how many times have you had to convince the people around you of your company’s legitimacy? This is sounding awfully rehearsed.” “What I’m offering is simple.” She shrugged, the soft sigh that pressed her lips almost haphazard as if such conversation were little more than passing pleasantries. “I’m offering you the opportunity to continue what you do, with little interference from me.” While destabilizing his company, and everything behind the scenes wouldn’t surely stop the supply of weapons into the city, it would surely be enough to cause a rift; and the biggest waves always started somewhere. “All I need from you is information, ongoing, of course.” She lifted her drink, “Then again, if you’re still going to try and convince me that this is all legitimate and you’d never dirty your own name, I’m completely willing to have a team converge on your supplier within the hour. Cut off your oxygen, so to speak.”













