With William eyeing her with his dark orbs, it’s clear to Helin what he’s doing, and seriously enough Helin doesn’t blame him for being hesitant about her presence. If it were the other way around, she would have laughed in his face and told him to get the hell out of her office. Thankfully, Emily scurries out of the room, leaving Will and Helin to talk freely ─ or, as freely as they can. Helin hated beating around the bush. Will on the other hand could go either way, depending on his mood, Helin finds.
Helin watches carefully while Will comfortably moves to open a pack of cigarettes. Her eyes narrow, not fully understanding what he’s trying to accomplish when there’s such little time. Was this some sort of weird Alpha move to assume control? When he asks how she could have come to this information, Helin doesn’t hesiate to roll her eyes. Oh, he wants to play it like that? For someone who likes control, he sure as hell has a funny way in showing it while he’s this close until all hell breaks loose. Fine. It’s his business and livelihood on the line as every minute ticks by. ❛ I’ve been living here just as long as you have, I’m also a big member of the community. You really think I don’t have my own connections? ❜ Helin has people who look out for her, it was a slight difference in how she got her information, but that didn’t need to be pointed out. ❛ Also, unlike your father, mine was and still is honestly well-liked in Mystic. ❜ ── That specifically didn’t need to be pointed out, but it was satisfying to add.
The news about the raid had come to her while she was at the station waiting for Celestina. The rookie officers who had been talking about first their exciting mission that was coming up, well, talked about it a little too freely. Talk about rookie mistake. Will didn’t need to know that, though. ❛ Celestina. As soon as the cops show up, she’ll be making sure everyone gets out before her, and I don’t want her getting tangled up with the police. ❜ It’s her first reasoning, but not her only one.
With the crossing of her arms over her chest to assume a comfortable standing position in front of Will, Helin’s fingers drum against the side of her arm for a moment before she decides to continue. It was a risk, what she’s about to say. It’s calculated, but a risk is still a risk, and one that can come back and kick her in the ass later. ❛ I want Jonathan out of the mayor’s seat and on his ass in the middle of town square, where the people’s trust he has crushed over the years can greet him with pitchforks and torches. ❜ She tells the mayor’s son candidly. Everyone knows that William is more or less estranged from his father. It’s probably the best decision he’s made in his lifetime, Helin thinks. Her head cocks to one side. ❛ Who else would know how to take down a Holder other than another Holder? ❜ Helin would be lying if she said she wasn’t feeling any sort of anticipation. ❛ … Twelve minutes. ❜
Somehow, Will feels more settled with Emily gone capiche; at least enough to be straight with Helin. He doesn’t trust her, not completely.. but something tells him her warning is genuine. After all, what would her end game be in warning him of a raid if she were to screw him over? And really, would there be any reason to bring him down? Scratch that, of course there was. Maybe not for Helin personally, but.. trust in others was a difficult concept for William Holder, and there were a million and one reasons why.
He doesn’t want to appear bothered, let alone be bothered. It was important to remain calm in situations like this. He wasn’t at all unfamiliar with how these things went, let alone how easy it was to fuck up. Will needed to think clearly, and evidently there wasn’t a lot of time to do so. “Never doubted that you have your connections, I just didn’t think you were so closely involved with what I assume to be the law enforcement.” Still, he had to know her reason why. They’d never come to help one another before.. why now?
Celestina was a fair reason, one that rendered him a little less concerned with Helin blindsiding him. “You really think I’d let one of my own take the fall? —Never mind. ‘Course you would.” The assumption spills so casually from his lips, akin to that of the puffs of smoke forced from his lungs. Still, Cel is the last person he’d let get tangled up in this situation.. but Helin was right, she would. She’d worry about everyone else, and he can’t let that happen. Not when the problem is his.
Jonathan, however... it was no secret a high number of townspeople loathed his father, and he couldn’t blame them considering he too fell into that number. This information proved useful, however much it calmed his recent qualms. Tucking said information into the back of his mind, he needed to focus on the present. That was, until she said—“Another Holder?” With a narrowed gaze, he pauses to put out his cigarette prematurely, before taking a moment to process that information. With gritted teeth, William saw nothing but red. His breathing deepened, and the more he thought about his father, the deeper those breaths became. Something flipped inside of him, knowing that. Was Helin saying that to further her own agenda regarding taking Jonathan down? Or did she mean it? Was his father really out to get him? He had an in with the law enforcement.. let’s be real, the man had a hold over everyone in town. It wouldn’t surprise him. “No fucking way.”
What did, was that his own father was trying to tear what he had worked so hard to build down with his filthy hands.
That one hurt him, beyond belief.
"Why should I believe you?!” But he knew why. It was the god damn truth.. but every part of him suddenly wished it were just an assumption.
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