Well, well, wasn’t she determined? He arched a brow, head tilting as he propped his long legs up on the seat across from him. The scroll shifted in his hands, a light smirk curling his lips.
It was hardly his usual gig. People were, by nature, volatile. Unpredictable. Messy. Roman didn’t like his business to be messy, but more than that he hated to be cut out of a deal. The Schnees were perhaps one of the wealthiest families in Remnant. But…
“That so?” he pretended to think it over. “And how, pray tell, do you have access to all this lien? From what I hear, your father isn’t one to toss out allowances to a prisoner.”
“Pure Liquid assets aren’t the only thing I
have to my name.” She shrugs lightly.
“Jewelry, lien, more... explicit, goods or
services.” She gives a short shrug. “I
won’t be too particularly pleased, but if
you ask for something in the line of Dust
production schedules, weapon delivery,
locations of rarer dust deposits... They’re
yours as well. I’m sure you can find other,
equally lucrative demands.”
Part of her despised what she was doing,
but in the long run, the idea of Jacques
Schnee being so inept as to lose so many
dust deposits && work would be a mere
stepping stone into her future. Once he was
shown to be inept, she could step in.
“While my company may suffer issues in a
short term, I intend to retake it afterwards.
Making his shareholders doubt him works
well for me - && you as well, in the future.”
She raises a single arched brow towards
him in mild challenge. “Large amounts of
liquid lien will be a bit more difficult, but
of course whatever suits you best.”