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Post by Director Troutman on Feb 25, 2009 7:04:11 GMT 1
---Days ago--- "Is that so? Hm. Yes, yes. That's very useful information indeed, Mr. Davis. If what you're saying is true, then yes, that would be the case. It could be very interesting indeed. Pass word along to him then that there is a golden opportunity for him. He need but only show up to take it." Director Troutman hung up at the affirmation on the other line, placing his phone back in the receiver. Placing both elbows on the desk in front of him, resting his chin in his intertwined thumbs and forefingers. Things were finally beginning to fall into place. ---Present, 6:04 P.M.--- Confident that Principal Davis was able to accomplish the most minor of tasks, Director Troutman sat in his desk chair awaiting his last appointment for the night. The sun was beginning to set, casting a red glow over the Administrator's face behind the large glass windows. The limo was sent right on time, likely running a few short minutes behind schedule during the last of rush hour. It wouldn't have annoyed the Director to such an extent, if it hadn't been such an important appointment. Soon, the doors would open and the boy of the hour would make his way in. Keeping a straight face, the Director remained postured up in his seat, not bothering to stand as his assistant showed the boy in. "Mr. Smith, I'm glad you could make it. Do you mind if I call you Kvist? Of course you don't. Have a seat, we have business needing to be discussed." |
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Post by John Smith on Feb 26, 2009 4:42:13 GMT 1
I was a bit skeptical when Trent asked me to go meet this guy. He refused to tell me what the meeting was about or reveal anything related to the meeting. I only knew it was with the director who had held the speech at Paragon. Naturally. I was worried. Compared to this guy, I was a small fish playing with a shark. But that could change depending on what this meeting was about. And in case this was just a ruse to trap me, then I would just have to find a way to break Trent's legs later on.
I entered the office and had a brief talk with the assistant before I was shown into his office. I didn’t smile nor did I look worried. I maintained a stern but neutral facial expression. I shrugged when he mentioned if he could call me Kvist. I had already guessed that either Trent had revealed my identity to this guy. No surprise. But that only meant that my gain from this meeting would have to bigger than the nuisance of more people knowing my identity. I sat down and didn’t bother being polite. I would only be polite if the people I talked to were being polite. A simple policy.
”So. What is it I can do for you and what’s in it for me.”
I didn’t want to waste any time with dancing around the bon-fire. I wanted to go home and make some dinner. I was quite hungry.
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Post by Director Troutman on Feb 26, 2009 6:55:21 GMT 1
"Straight to the point. An admirable trait." The director allowed a brief smirk. Usually these types liked to play the stereotypical villain. Fully of monologues and wasted breath. He was glad to see he wouldn't have to waste any more of either of their time.
"To put any suspicions to rest, let me tell you I'm fully aware of who you are and everything you've done. The games of hangman on Varron's roof, the recent decimation of your little friends at the hands of Shinato, but most importantly the Firebombing. It's all our understanding that those actions directly lead to the closing of Varron Academy.
"Now, before we go into details, I'm sure you're wondering why you'd want to do anything for me. You're aware of Paragon's boundless freedoms. While that has had its own use, it is becomming more of a hindrance. In the future, that such freedom will disappear, remodeling back to your Hircine High ways. However, once these days come, whether you play a part in it or not, there will be a reserved spot for one with complete freedom. Think diplomatic immunity for a student within the school walls...and so much more. Of course, they would have to report to me...but no one else."
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Post by John Smith on Feb 27, 2009 4:48:51 GMT 1
So, he knew of my past activities, and he is far from disgusted? Still, I wondered if anyone would get suspicious about a high ranking official beginning to pull out information of my old self. But I would just have to trust that the director was being discreet with his actions. But I figure that he wouldn't be here if he had dirt on his suit.
"And this would be my reward for doing... what?"
I wasn't disrespectful in my tone of voice, but I was rather annoyed that he didn't just answer my question. He had succeeded in sparking my interest and I knew it had something to do with Paragon. Else he wouldn't have spoken about it in such a fashion. Did he want me to firebomb Paragon so it would close down?
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Post by Director Troutman on Mar 1, 2009 5:08:01 GMT 1
"Just a few things here and there."
As the Director spoke he slid a manilla folder accross the desk. Whether John Smith chose to open it now or on his own time was up to him, as long as it was followed to the letter. He knew better to put his name on any such task, be it in writing or through an eavesdropping ear.
"Nothing more than menial tasks for one like you, I'm sure." The Director followed up, taking a silent deep breath before continuing.
"So, is it a deal Mr. Kvist?"
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Post by John Smith on Mar 1, 2009 5:51:21 GMT 1
I grabbed the folder and opened it, taking out the contents. Really. There wasn't much to read. Only a few lines, but I would have my hands full with getting it done within the time limit. I would be able to do this. I was smart enough to pull it off without a hitch. When he asked whether or not it was a deal. I would smile and nod slowly.
"Shouldn't be a problem..."
In fact, it is going to be quite fun...
I put the papers back into the folder and considered handing it over to the director again. This guy would have an easier time disposing of this. I would just have to go home and start a bonfire and spread the ashes for the wind.
"Anything else?"
If there wasn't anything else, I would get up and leave his office.
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Post by Director Troutman on Mar 2, 2009 6:25:28 GMT 1
(OOC: Short, but pointedly so as you're aware.)
"Excellent."
The Director would nod his head with a very pleased smile. Leaning forward slightly, Director Troutman extended his left hand palm up, gesturing for the papers in a manner that wouldn't be confused with a motion for a handshake. If Smith gave them up, which he was sure he would as there wasn't too much to memorize, the Director would have it incinerated that very night. You couldn't leave anything to chance, despite his faith that John Smith could have handled its disposal himself. Still, better to oversee it yourself.
"No. You have my expectations and your conditions. Do get it done on time."
The Director would give Kvist one final moment of eye contact, suggesting that he best not screw up without having to say a single word.
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