❝ - ( S. FALCONE ) ;
Closed Starter for @vertrue
Sofia sat at her desk, working through some documents that needed signing for the orphanage. While she was having as little to do with the place as possible, her name was still on all the documentation, which legally meant it was her responsibility. And so long as she wanted to keep up her public face, it meant taking some time to fulfil that responsibility.
“Miss Falcone? Harry Osborn for you.” Came a voice from the door, and she nodded at the man, putting the papers away. Another who had arranged a meeting with her father, which now fell to her to deal with. As soon as she had the name, she’d done her research - he’d inherited Oscorp after the death of his father, and what he wanted with Carmine Falcone was unknown for the time being.
“Take him through to the lounge.” She said firmly, walking there herself. Smiling at Harry once he entered, she poured herself a glass of wine, before offering one to him as well. “We can’t talk business without whetting the palate now, can we?” She laughed. “I’m sorry if you were expecting my father. There’s been some changes, but I assure you whatever you wanted to say to him can be said to me.”
GOTHAM WAS NEW TERRITORY but it was about time harry got familiar. got acquainted with the faces. & so he settles on the newly tailored suit ( selected specially for his endeavors in the hell that was gotham ) chooses some of the files from oscorp’s finer projects & prays he makes an impression. he expects to meet with the man in charge but what he had imagined is MUCH different than who he comes to face. he anticipates that she’s ten steps ahead of him, already aware of his arrival, who he was & harry’s left feeling like he isn’t even on the board anymore.
❝ THANKS. ❞ hand reaching out to accept the glass, he’s soft spoken, ( finding ground ) offers the faintest of smiles with a nod of appreciation. he should know the feeling - having visitors expect someone else. like he’d already squandered potential partnerships by just being harry instead of norman. he can give her a chance. it’s only right.
HE STANDS A LITTLE TALLER, eyes casting a glance at the liquid in his cup & then back to her, ❝ it’s fine, ❞ he’s truthful in his reassurance, ❝ i was just hoping to meet someone with some gotham expertise ---- or at the very least someone who cared. gotham’s not a safe place, but shouldn’t it be ? regardless, i think things are heading for change & not necessarily for the better ------ ❞ there’s a shake of his head with a growing smile, he sets down his case & extends a hand, ❝ let me try that again. i’m harry osborn. ❞
