Business as Usual || Freya/Ask Dec 30, 2013 18:59:29 GMT -4
Post by David Kellar on Dec 30, 2013 18:59:29 GMT -4
So far, David was having a pretty good week. Save for the fact that the moron who thought he could infringe on his territory was still in place just down the street with his sleezy ass version of a club, everything in the Overmind's life was coming up roses...So to speak. He had found his Vyvian again and the clearing out of the Mall was going faster than he could have anticipated, and on top of that, he had found himself a delicious little Reaver who was about as psychotic as they came. More than that though, she was hypnotic and seductive and alluring and these were all things that he could see very much working in his favor when it came to business arrangements and dealing with people who he himself did not possess the necessary, assets to woo into doing what he wanted. All in all, he was happy as David could possibly be and that was definitely saying something. Especially considering the fact that David did not get genuinely happy very often.
Today, hopefully, was going to be another productive and good day, one that would perhaps further his dealings between Fort York and Abital. Something that was always capable of making David a very happy man. Now, true, he had not been the one to set up this little business meeting. In fact, he had not even known about the Overmind of Lust named, Freya Moore, until she contacted him via a rather quiet and yet fascinating little Reaver named Shayde. From what he could gather from his brief meeting with the female Reaver, was that she was not in fact the woman's own Reaver, but one who was indebted to her none the less...a fact that intrigued the Overmind of Greed far more than it probably should have. Of course, in true David fashion, intrigue did not mean stupidity. Hence why for this meeting, he had accepted on the terms that it be held inside of his own office and not in some place he knew nothing about.
Even with Dakota, David was not willing to risk wandering into uncertain territory in order to meet up with somebody he knew nothing about, especially when all he did know about her was that she had a Reaver of her own, and another she sent out on errands. There was no telling how many she had in service to her and even though he was very sure of his own Reaver's capabilities, he was not about to risk walking her or himself into a trap. It just wasn't happening.
So, now here he sat, alone in his study with Ryan and Michael sitting outside in their usual spots playing cards and smoking those disgusting fucking cigars that he hated so damn much. Cigarettes were far more his style, as one could tell by the one that was perched between his lips as he poured over various ledgers and notes that were sprawled out before him. Fingers tapping softly upon the large wood desk in front of him, he would expel a cloud of smoke into the warm air of the rather large office area which in all honesty looked like some sort of library. Tons of books surrounding him, along with the other lavish settings his office -which also served as his home (upstairs)- suggested that he had a pension for the finer things in life. But then, that was nothing new. He had always had a thing for nice surroundings, even as far back as his human days when he had been building his miniature empire in the city.
Hand lifting, he would pluck the cigarette from between his lips and snuff it out in the crystal ashtray that rested on the corner of his desk. A heavy sigh given as he allowed his gaze to lift finally toward the fire which flickered and roared within the fireplace across the room. He had informed the girl Reaver to tell this Freya woman that if she wished to meet, to do so tonight and yet he had seen no sign of her. Granted, he was not aware of how long it would take her to get here from wherever she was, but still, he hated not knowing and having to wait. He wasn't a very patient man, and yet since the end of the world, he had had to learn to become one. Time no longer held the same meaning that it used to, but he was sure, that if she had sent a woman to inform him that she wished to speak to him, then she would show. If not...well then that was just poor business sense and he had no time for that in his life.
Dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, he may not have looked the part of the business man that he really was, but everything else about him, down to the way he moved, showed it. Something he hoped this woman knew about him already, if only because he really hated having to prove to himself. But, if he did, he would. It was just another part of business and if there was one thing that David was exceptionally good at, it was business.