Never the kind to show any kind of impatience, Theodore simply got on with his day. Sure, he might have wanted her to be on time for once, but he also didn’t expect her to come running at the sound of her phone ringing. Just as with his children, Theodore wanted them to have their own mind and have their own control of their lives. What good it was if they were all reliant on someone else, if they were not able to finish whatever they were doing, if they were kneeling to someone else. No, that was not in his books. Theodore looked at Nemo like his own, a child by right and equal by mind. Though it had only been ten years since their first meeting, Theodore knew upon laying his eyes on her that she was different. It was perhaps that look in her eyes which accumulated the events of her life. He remembered keeping an eyes on her back then, watching as she became someone else to every person she met, different name, different accent, even the way she held herself. It was amusing and it offered, for some, a false sense of security. Ever since then, he just knew that she was one of his.
He’d been looking through the books when she came in. Looking through the numbers of both of his businesses, making sure there was no things that did not match his own numbers. A fairly simple tasks, which relaxed him. As she spoke, Theodore simply put up his index finger in the air, motioning her to wait and sit down as he ran through the last bit of numbers. This wasn’t to make her pay for making him wait, or any sort of that none-sense. He simply wanted to finish one thing off before beginning a new one.
Finally, Theodore William closed his book and looked up a the blonde woman before him. “Well.” He said, standing up and getting to his liquor stash and grabbing an extra glass. “What’s there to miss?” His brow arched but there was a slight playfulness in the depths of his blue eyes. “I want to know if you know or heard anything about the death of Katrina.” The drinks were now poured two fingers and he handed one of them to Nemo. He refused to call her anything else. Sitting back down the man pulled out his cigarette pack and walked up to the window. The frustration might not have been evident to anyone else, but he knew she would see it. “Well?”
Settling down she sits across from his desk and whilst she does, she leans back in her chair, staring at his every move, watching as he was deeply concentrated. The only time her attention diverts is when there’s a knock at the door and it’s her that tells the intruder to come in and knowing behold, it was her fries. Of course she knew it, hence why she was the one gesturing for them to be placed in front of her. It’s now a thankful form of distraction as she’s the one being made to wait, it’s not something she likes but it’s routine enough to know this was what he was like. Reaching for a fry she bites into it, chewing on half before she pops the other into her mouth, all whilst conforming back into her transfixed gaze. This is her silently as well as amusingly, trying to add pressure on him, trying to make him uncomfortable with the fact that she was obviously staring him down. There’s nothing meant by it, notice the word try, it’s a thing she does, more so with him because he very rarely cracked and hey, she had to find some form of entertainment herself whilst she remained patient, right?
When he finally looks up at her and stands, her eyes follow him before she pulls them away and back to the food she doesn’t really want. It tasted good, however, so there was a pro to her minor hint of jealousy. “The package that I am.” she quipped, clearly thinking she was worth missing. Hell, she’d miss herself. Sienna could see that he was messing with her, she’s stared at him enough by now to pick up the certain looks his eyes gave--- the only real giveaway to his mood, she thought, anyway. He wasn’t exactly as colourful as she was when it came to expressing emotion--- though that being said, all she did display was fake. Tell her to act a certain way and she’ll perform an oscar worthy performance, ask her how it feels and she doesn’t know. Though in his presence, she does find herself slowly mirroring his serious demeanour--- perhaps more so now he turns the topic onto the recent killings of the town.
Diving her hand into the basket before her, she pops another fry in her mouth before he handed her the freshly poured drink, she takes a sip and places the glass before her. The liquid’s as strong as she imagined and whilst she enjoys the burn, day drinking doesn’t please her. She likes to be fully alert all the time, so watch as she makes this drink last the entirety of their conversation. She sighs as she settles back into her chair as he stands once again, she can sense the frustration practically radiating from him. “No, unless you want me to recite what the papers say.” she of course knows he does not. “I know it’s tragic,” not that she cares, why care for a life you do not know? “I know tensions are high and I also know everyone is sitting on their hands. So that tells me we are not blaming either side.” which was no fun. “I’ve heard nothing,” not even in the short time she had been back, “and I feel asking around would be pointless. But I can.” she’s telling him that it was a waste of breath, all whilst letting him know if he wanted her to ask--- more so the mc, she would.
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