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nextgenerationmarvel2013-07-28 06:59 pm
pyroprincess) wrote in nextgenerationmarvel2013-07-28 06:59 pm
A Significant Conversation (Viveca)
Stephanie Shaw had been an extremely busy woman lately, between her engagement to Marcelo, her reintroduction into the halls of power at Shaw Industries and the newfound reemergence of the Hellfire Club, her summer had not been much of the break that most students could expect. It was fortunate indeed that she had only a fraction of the sleep requirements of an ordinary person. But she had been extremely troubled about the most recent news she'd heard. The same psychopath who had brutalized her had somehow got ahold of her list of mutant-friendly employers and had already murdered one of them. She suspected that he would continue working up the list. She'd already alerted Marcelo and had almost immediately thereafter gone to Sweating Bullets as fast as she could.
There were a few things she needed to speak to Viveca about. One was an immediate matter of life and death, the other merely a potential matter of life and death. Both very important and not particularly good news. She'd fired off a text to Viveca on her way, the driver being under directions not to waste time.
I need to talk to you immediately. Urgent.
Hopefully Viveca got the text before Stephanie arrived, though it wouldn't matter much. She was going in there, and if she had to tell her the news with a customer in the room, she'd do it. Confidentiality was ideal, naturally, but it was more important that Viveca know than that others didn't. She couldn't claim they were close, exactly, but they'd developed a mutual respect that had occasionally threatened to bubble over into actual friendship.
It would be interesting finding out how Viveca took the newest developments.
There were a few things she needed to speak to Viveca about. One was an immediate matter of life and death, the other merely a potential matter of life and death. Both very important and not particularly good news. She'd fired off a text to Viveca on her way, the driver being under directions not to waste time.
I need to talk to you immediately. Urgent.
Hopefully Viveca got the text before Stephanie arrived, though it wouldn't matter much. She was going in there, and if she had to tell her the news with a customer in the room, she'd do it. Confidentiality was ideal, naturally, but it was more important that Viveca know than that others didn't. She couldn't claim they were close, exactly, but they'd developed a mutual respect that had occasionally threatened to bubble over into actual friendship.
It would be interesting finding out how Viveca took the newest developments.
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"I couldn't agree more. Drinks at Langudoc?" It was her restaurant, legally, so if they wanted confidentiality, it was the best place to get it. It also had the advantage of having rather sophisticated anti-surveillance technology installed in it, which had come directly from her fiancee, so it had no Shaw links at all.
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She nodded emphatically. "Languedoc sounds perfect." She'll grab her jacket nad lock up.
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Languedoc had once existed as an establishment for the wealthiest of the wealthy, one that dabbled in secret and illegal menus. But since Stephanie had acquired it, it'd taken on a new life as a bit of a hotspot for the well-heeled youth population, those who liked the "danger" element of an establishment that hired several mutants. Including a chef who had what he'd euphemistically told Stephanie were "food powers".
But they were headed upstairs, to a private bar. They'd have to pour their own drinks, but they were also completely private up there. If food was desired, they could send for it. Once upon a time, ortolan and other forbidden delicacies had been served there. But today, it had become a fallback space for Stephanie to have truly private meetings with other people or to be rented to people who desired the same.
The bar was lavish and packed with all manner of drinks and mixes, both elaborate and simple.
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"You're welcome to join me." Stephanie said simply, pouring herself a generous snifter. There weren't many people she would offer the libation to. The only other person who had tasted it was Marcelo.
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Well, there were about two drinks in her glass.
"On the positive side of things, I'm engaged. Finally made the man an offer he couldn't refuse." She showed her ring-bedecked hand to Viveca.
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She probably drank altogether more of it in that first sip than was proper. "Believe me, I would love little more than to go back to a few months ago, where the company was as good as mine and I was much freer. Not about Marcelo. The other things.
But one cannot live in the past."