[ silva looks at her a moment, void of emotion, before sitting back. he doesn't look disappointed; merely ponderous, swirling the wine idly in its glass (an action that in itself should not be threatening, but... there is nothing under the sun silva does that could be considered completely innocent in intention.) he takes a sip before addressing her, keeping eye contact over the crystalline rim. ]
I see. And you neglected to tell me this earlier... why?
It's not that I don't trust you to make your own decisions. [ (actually, to some extent, that is true.) ] But waiting until the last minute does nobody any favours, Sévérine. I applaud your ingenuity, but I would have preferred to know the instant our plan started to [ he makes a flighty, communicative gesture ] crumble.
And I'm afraid, [ he sighs, shaking his head minutely, ] that such a miscalculation on your part nearly cost us another four months of negotiations. You wouldn't have needed to utilise a backup plan if you'd notified me of the problems you had encountered beforehand.
[ it's not something silva is angry about; it had all worked out in the end, and they had secured more servers than technically necessary out of the deal. but he's no fan of bumps in the road—and when they do happen, he prefers to know about them. nothing good was ever built on ignorance or miscommunication.
setting the wine glass down on the desk, silva slowly laces his hands together, affecting a subtly rueful expression. ] So. What can be done to prevent this from happening again?
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I see. And you neglected to tell me this earlier... why?
It's not that I don't trust you to make your own decisions. [ (actually, to some extent, that is true.) ] But waiting until the last minute does nobody any favours, Sévérine. I applaud your ingenuity, but I would have preferred to know the instant our plan started to [ he makes a flighty, communicative gesture ] crumble.
And I'm afraid, [ he sighs, shaking his head minutely, ] that such a miscalculation on your part nearly cost us another four months of negotiations. You wouldn't have needed to utilise a backup plan if you'd notified me of the problems you had encountered beforehand.
[ it's not something silva is angry about; it had all worked out in the end, and they had secured more servers than technically necessary out of the deal. but he's no fan of bumps in the road—and when they do happen, he prefers to know about them. nothing good was ever built on ignorance or miscommunication.
setting the wine glass down on the desk, silva slowly laces his hands together, affecting a subtly rueful expression. ] So. What can be done to prevent this from happening again?