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silva ([personal profile] cyberterrorism) wrote2012-11-12 04:51 am

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[personal profile] chimeral 2012-11-18 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ the computer display earns a slightly curious look, but no comment; she'll either get no answer or too much answer if she asks, depending on silva's mood, and she's not interested enough to receive a computer science lecture on whatever-it-is.

sévérine sits poised on her chair as silva vanishes and reappears, her legs crossed gracefully—not quite on her guard, but close—and although she takes the wineglass when it's offered, she hasn't touched the wine. instead, she taps one plum-colored nail on the base of the glass, humming quietly to herself before responding.
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I'm—not sure.

I think our sources may have been misinformed about the board, and the original plan wasn't going to work.

[ it would have been nice, for instance, if someone had mentioned that the heads of the pan-american and asia-pacific divisions loathed each other before she'd started talking to them both. and she certainly hadn't been told that the vice president for development and corporate strategy was either clinically dead or completely uninterested in women, judging by his total lack of reaction to her overtures. which was a shame, because her initial plan had him on her side.

she'd managed to get a majority of the board to deal with her eventually, but only just barely—and only after some very abrupt course correction in the middle of their meetings.
]

I had a backup plan, but I needed more time than I had to put it into action.
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[personal profile] chimeral 2012-11-25 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ if sévérine was wary before, she's certainly on her guard now; she sits on the edge of her chair, barely breathing, one hand keeping a white-knuckled grip on the edge of the desk. ( if she tries to pick up her glass again, she knows her hand won't be steady enough to keep her chardonnay inside. best not to, really. she's wearing cream. )

she wants to run. and when does she not, really, but it's moments like this that make her want to flee or shoot him dead or both, the skin-crawling anticipation almost worse than anything that could possibly come after. silva is... unpredictable, at the best of times, and even sévérine—who has possibly spent more time around him and with him than anyone else, and isn't that a comforting realization—never knows what he'll do next. for example, right now? when he's at his most affable.
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I'm sorry. [ there's a small, hesitant pause before she speaks again. making excuses won't help, but... ] I thought I had it under control.

[ she doesn't respond to silva's last question; she's—relatively sure that was meant to be rhetorical. ]
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☲ action • bonafide lovin' is the worst soundtrack for this tag jsyk.

[personal profile] chimeral 2012-12-10 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ and there it is. it's almost comforting, somehow, the way she can almost manage to rationalize this to herself. this is what she does—and even silva's more inventive moods pale in comparison to what she's seen before. it shouldn't be anything she won't be able to handle. ( none of this changes the fact that she fiercely, desperately, irrationally wishes she had her gun, or that she had the courage to shoot him and damn the consequences, but she likes survival too much to ever try again. so perhaps it's not all that comforting, in the end. )

sévérine taps her nails against the desk once in quick succession before gracefully uncurling herself from the chair and standing up, following two steps behind silva. when she makes it into the bedroom, she stops as close to the door as she can, bracing herself ever-so-slightly against the back of the nearest chair. she doesn't move beyond that, save for watching silva—but after the events of the past few days, forgive her for not being terribly eager to take the initiative.
]