“I mean, I’m nice to you, but that’s about as much as I can take, y'know?”
Those words plus the charming smile of his boss made his cheeks glow a faint pink and the blonde haired assistant smile before taking a sip of the light brown liquid out of his glass. He wasn’t much of a whiskey drinker but this wasn’t that bad. Swallowing the liquid caused a warm heat to start in his throat.
“You know what I don’t get, though? Why you have to be nice to the ones that look like they want to rip your head off. They don’t deserve kind..” His gaze shifted to the window, what should be sun, sky, and some trees of the surface is now the blueish green of the sea, different species of fish, and occasionally a large ocean mammal. All this time down here and he’s still not used to that yet.
“I remember one specific woman that came to my job on the surface. God, she was a nightmare…but, I digress. There’s no more meetings with anyone else for the rest of the night until 5pm tomorrow night. Would you want to visit Arcadia or catch a show down at the Fort, sir? If it was up to me..I would head down to Arcadia and the Farmer’s Market. Been to the market but..haven’t been to Arcadia. Heard the tea gardens are lovely…” He paused. “Trees..down here, who would have thunk it. I guess down here in Rapture..anything is possible.”
He shrugged before taking another sip of the brown liquid in his glass to shut himself up before he annoyed his boss by talking too much. That was always a constant worry with the young assistant.
Frank raised an eyebrow, a small laugh escaping as he shook his head. “Mason, darlin’, that’s business.” He leaned forward, propping himself up with his elbows on the desk, interlocking his fingers as he continued, “You gotta be real nice to the clients. How they’re feelin’ about you personally ain’t really relevant, ‘s long as the money is comin’ in. These guys might hate my guts, but they ain’t stupid enough to ignore my advice. They need me, even if they ain’t wantin’ to admit that. I’m a hell of a contact to have when it comes to industry down here.”
“Besides,” He leaned back in his chair once again. “I gots myself a reputation to keep up.” With a shrug, he concluded the explanation. The con man traced the rim of his glass with his fingers as his assistant spoke. The sound of his voice was soothing. Francesco treasured every word that came flowing beautifully from him.
Abruptly, his fingers stopped in their tracks at the mention of Arcadia. It seemed strange that the man had never been to such an attraction yet. Still, his facial expression didn’t change. “The tea gardens, huh? How romantic…” He mused.
The criminal looked over at Mason once again with a soft smile. “I’d be more than happy to take you to Arcadia.” He responded, the boldness of his accent dulling slightly with the calmness of his words. “Are you gonna be alright with walkin’ around? It ain’t exactly a quick walk around the woods.” Arcadia was quite a large place in itself, not to mention the winding and uneven walkways that were paved throughout. It could be a struggle even for him the few times he’d visited the sunken paradise.
“I mean, there’s plenty of benches around, mind you, so I ain’t really imaginin’ it bein’ too much of an issue, if it’s what you’re wantin’.” Frank clarified, not wanting to potentially put Mason off of the adventure. “You can always link arms with me if you need.”
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