Their argument over Terms & Clauses continued way into the morning. Each individual wanting to thoroughly touch grounds with every single detail that could be deemed as dignitary to the other opponent. Their desires to squeeze out as much benefit, whether it be needed or not, simply petty nature that would drive them to abide by their stubbornness.
Eventually, they managed to reach a point of accommodation, not entirely satisfied with the results however, not completely despaired by the benefit they were able to reap. Before they were to find another issue to a nonexistent problem, it was John whom took the liberty to hastily end the meeting and advise them on further inquiry.
"Once I have edited and soothed out the details to a refined state, I will request for another meeting where both would be present and properly informed of its contents. This will be the moment you will choose to officially sign the document and make your deal legally binding. Until then..."
His manner left an unsettled impression on the pair. His fleeting nature created a situation where it would be very difficult to ask further questions. Giving up on pursuing his further, the whisk of his coat became the only essence of his legitimate presence.
Silence filled the room not even a second after the slam of the door produced an end to its shriek. Turning to face the man she now considered her benefactor, she found no further inquisitions left to say to him. Opening and closing her mouth, to produce strangled struggles in an attempt to create conversation...not that he would have any of that. His broad frame propped on his well cushioned chair, ignoring her presence by his eyes remaining shut whilst his hands were preoccupied with the activity of smoking another thick cigar. He seemed to be quite at his leisure, almost as if there hadn't been a discovery of his preference in sexual partner not even eight hours ago.
Blowing out the smoke that had accumulated inside of his being, his eyes remained closed, his thick long lashes framing his features to appear more feminine than when they were open.
"What are you going to do about my little red haired fag?...Surely you do not think I'd let you remain out of the situation? He saw you too, you know."
Tapping her foot against the floor in thought, the wheels in her head began to turn, properly analyzing the situation with the insertion of herself to the equation.
...The fag had seen her. Calling out to her for help, he'd hope she would do something, his entire face smeared with his own desperation. Later shrieking out an escape thanks to her being an unintentional distraction. Undoubtedly there should be some sort of way to deny the man's allegations against Cesar Lockwood without seeming suspicious?
Should she deny the entire event ever happened? Would that be the best option? No, it wouldn't. If she didn't play her cards right, the slightest distorted detail could be used as ammunition against Cesar.
Finally a solution deceived itself from the mind of someone without a moral compass. Piercing her gaze with his own, she granted him what he sought.
"I will play the victim."
In turn, he smirked. The creases at the corner of his mouth wrinkled to produce an expression of evil, his dark eyes twinkling from her contribution to his ruin.