[her expression doesn't falter, but she does a mental skip at the idea that he'd mistake her for the woman that killed him. she knows it's the city's fault, but that doesn't make it any easier.]
I'm guessing that Ms Page is still alive then, given your... [she looks at him fully now, her eyes giving up the slightest amount of betrayal she feels.] ... outburst. A shame, really.
[in other words, she'd help take care of whoever karen page is on his behalf should she ever show herself.
clearing her throat, she stands upright and moves back around the desk, sitting once more as she watches him.] I have a gift for you.
I can't account for what happened after that, but yes, as far as I am aware.
[Murdock and Nelson weren't helpful in filling the blanks. Wesley's expression also falters the slightest bit, a shameful momentary glance away from her face. He cannot stand the idea of what he'd done, but it had in no way been personal. He had not been able to see through his own madness, and that in itself makes the acid rise in his throat.]
A gift? [His voice is wary, wondering if she'd go so far as to take revenge]
Then I certainly hope she doesn't make an appearance here.
[the truth is, anyone else and she might very well have taken revenge, no matter how small. but this truly is a gift and she glances down at her desk when he looks away. this, she tells herself, is why we don't waste time on feelings. on caring. on letting our hearts become engaged.]
Regardless of your actions, you are still an important part of the business we have together and I thought it was time we expanded. [she slides a paper across the desk for him to look at.] I bought another business, one that was failing, with the intent of using it as another front for what we do. I'd like you to take control of it as an extension of all of it.
[Which is of course the most flat way of saying he agrees, if only because he'd be horribly tempted to upset the balance of his life in order to hurt her in some way. The wounds she'd left had faded but would never be gone.
Wesley reaches for the paper and slides it gingerly to the edge of the desk so he can glance over it.]
This is nicely placed for distribution. Closer to the docks. Excellent for distribution.
[It's the most he can tell on paper, but the thoughts come with a slight thrill that doesn't entirely cut through the tension]
Thank you.
[The words hold a trace of hesitation but he will not question her a second time.]
[his hesitation is understandable given what he'd done, but she pauses before dismissing him. in any other scenario, she'd let someone think about what they'd done, let them wonder why she'd give them a gift after such a betrayal, but this isn't just anyone. she watches him a moment before speaking.]
You're welcome. There's no one I'd trust with any of this other than you. [she glances down and to the side as if she has something of great importance to look at.] I were to disappear, Crimson and all it holds would go to you. [she raises her eyes to his.] Regardless of any... accidents the city might orchestrate, you are still the man I chose to go into business with, Wesley. The man I trust most.
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I'm guessing that Ms Page is still alive then, given your... [she looks at him fully now, her eyes giving up the slightest amount of betrayal she feels.] ... outburst. A shame, really.
[in other words, she'd help take care of whoever karen page is on his behalf should she ever show herself.
clearing her throat, she stands upright and moves back around the desk, sitting once more as she watches him.] I have a gift for you.
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[Murdock and Nelson weren't helpful in filling the blanks. Wesley's expression also falters the slightest bit, a shameful momentary glance away from her face. He cannot stand the idea of what he'd done, but it had in no way been personal. He had not been able to see through his own madness, and that in itself makes the acid rise in his throat.]
A gift? [His voice is wary, wondering if she'd go so far as to take revenge]
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[the truth is, anyone else and she might very well have taken revenge, no matter how small. but this truly is a gift and she glances down at her desk when he looks away. this, she tells herself, is why we don't waste time on feelings. on caring. on letting our hearts become engaged.]
Regardless of your actions, you are still an important part of the business we have together and I thought it was time we expanded. [she slides a paper across the desk for him to look at.] I bought another business, one that was failing, with the intent of using it as another front for what we do. I'd like you to take control of it as an extension of all of it.
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[Which is of course the most flat way of saying he agrees, if only because he'd be horribly tempted to upset the balance of his life in order to hurt her in some way. The wounds she'd left had faded but would never be gone.
Wesley reaches for the paper and slides it gingerly to the edge of the desk so he can glance over it.]
This is nicely placed for distribution. Closer to the docks. Excellent for distribution.
[It's the most he can tell on paper, but the thoughts come with a slight thrill that doesn't entirely cut through the tension]
Thank you.
[The words hold a trace of hesitation but he will not question her a second time.]
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You're welcome. There's no one I'd trust with any of this other than you. [she glances down and to the side as if she has something of great importance to look at.] I were to disappear, Crimson and all it holds would go to you. [she raises her eyes to his.] Regardless of any... accidents the city might orchestrate, you are still the man I chose to go into business with, Wesley. The man I trust most.