Villain MakerZ: Director Of Evil Lairs - Lavine
"My, this is a fascinating place," Lavine said, looking around the client's selected base. "Late eighteenth century?"
"Yup! My grandmother left it to me in her will," the client beamed with pride.
She nodded in understanding, looking at the mosaic laid across the ceiling, right at the entrance. "And you want to lead your supervillain regime from here."
"To honor her memory, yes."
Lavine continued her self-guided tour through the estate, making hemming and hawing noises as she looked at everything.
Wren and the client followed behind her, nearly bumping into her as she froze, looking at a patch of wall where a tapestry was hung.
She considered it. "You want style. Something that just screams aristocracy. What do you think about putting a stained glass window here featuring you?"
"Oh, wow, that'd be so cool!" the client had stars in her eyes. Over her shoulder, Wren gave Lavine a scolding look.
"Could you bring me your moodboard again?" Lavine asked, successfully distracting the girl for long enough to sidle up next to Wren and roll her eyes, "What do you want, Supply Boy?"
"I verify your statements with a third-party architect, and he seems to think that hollowing out that particular column will do structural damage likely to take down half the house in the next five years," he said, pushing his sunglasses up his nose. His gold butterfly earcuff caught the light.
Lavine scoffed. "You don't trust your coworkers?"
"No," Wren told her bluntly.
"Well, if you must know, that's the plan. We have a policy that if we find that our clients are wilfully damaging important structures, we can relieve them of it, right? Consider this a double bonus for us."
Wren had to give her that. But also...
"We don't have a policy like that."
"Get on that, will you, Supply Boy?" Lavine ruffled his hair. "Final terms and agreements haven't been signed yet, so there's time to slip it in. Then we can get an extra slice of the pie each before the scraps are left for the others."
He'd be the one embezzling it, anyway, so technically he was the one who got to decide how much Lavine got out of this. But he let her take the glory for this scheme.