Thread: The Truth-Seer (InsertNameHere and Chanti)

Oscar was already waiting for her at the restaurant. While he didnt go all kingpin on it and reserved the whole place for them only, he still had their table isolated in a private section. This was a reassuring mix of public and private spaces. He stood up when she arrived and gave her a look of appreciation at her garments. He, himself, was wearing a black business suit with a stylish mao cut. In front of him, instead of a plate, was a large envelope, no doubt containing something more rigid than simply papers. I hope you enjoyed your last days of normalcy so to speak. He said before going right to business. Its agood place food wise but Im afraid we wont stay long. We can have dessert delivered to us later at night or tomorrow morning. I have a weakness for chocolate things in the early morning. Call it my 2AM indulgence. He smiled and gave the ipad in the envelope. there is a video loaded in. I think its important that you watch. Its not related to tonights business though but I believe you can watch something and listen to another, right? Of course, this wasnt really a question and he was about to continue when the waiter arrived with a bottle of red wine. He asked for Oscar to taste it and he approved it saying no surprises, which is good. Thank you. As soon as the waiter was gone, he carried on so, focusing your attention on two different subjects, yes. Otherwise you wouldnt be of much use to me except for your talent but this could get you only so far if I believed you stupid or just lets say average. This is as good a transition as any to talk about your functions. Youll be my personal assistant and overall go to woman. Ill require your advices, not only on the obvious case of lyingnot lying but, giving you access to some sensitive files, Ill benefit from a different angle than mine. This doesnt mean Ill always agree with you. But Ill listen to you. Your full attention will be to focus on my needs. Me and my organization. My goals. To perform such task he sipped from his glass of wine youll be granted some privilege to make sure youre not disturbed and 100 efficient. Youll get your new mobile phone today, it will have two entries at W. Wendy and Wanda. Its not their real name and it doesnt matter, those are the one theyll respond to. Theyll be your own assistants. I dont want to see them. I just want to know youre using them so I have 100 of your time at my disposal. He smiled and lightly joked it was probably the last time you ever went shopping yourself. Youll be responsible of what youre wearing though. For example, while this cocktail dress suits you very well, you knew we had a business meeting after diner and I would have preferred you dressed in a more formal outfit. Im sure youll never make the mistake again. As he talked the video went on the screen. It was taking place in a dim lit room but there was little to no secret as to what was going on. A man was being tortured. That man was the one who tore her world apart and killed her grand parents. While it could have been easy to think Oscar showed her the video as some kind of gesture, allowing her some sweet revenge, there was more to it. The man wasnt only being tortured for ones sick pleasure. Information were given out. Not about himself as Oscar didnt seem to consider the man a real player, but about contacts and places and rumors he would wish to investigate himself. This video was making a point. First, however noble Oscars goal might be, he was still living in world where reaching them meant playing by some very bloody and dirty rules. It was a sick game played by men willingly wandering off the humanitys moral compass from time to time. Two, it was business and hot blooded revenge driven by emotions had no place in it. Dom Grieve wasnt tortured for Sunnys sake. He was tortured because Oscar needed information and to make a point. Meanwhile, Oscar kept talking tonight were meeting a man named London Johnson. An uninspired name for an American in London as youll from his accent when he talks obvious Sting reference but, hey, you put in some SimonGarfunkel, so, you know . But he lived his dream somehow and is the man the establishment will call whenever they need something provided to them off the books. He has royals in his contacts, as well as pop stars and drug dealers. Oscar paused, took an almost imperceptible breath, as if he was sad to say what would follow or getting into the right set of mind, like an actor he also has a debilitating brother hidden in a sweet loving country family under a false identity. I need to be sure no one else but me knows about it. I need to be sure hell do as I say in fear anything happens to his brother and I need to be certain he will not be stupid enough to try and double cross me. He leant forward to get her full attention and talke don a lower tone I need to be sure, if I have to blackmail him or harm his brother, Im not doing without purpose. Ive done and Ill no doubt continue to do some of the worst thing a human being can but I cant have myself doing them without reason. I am an unforgivable bastard but turning into a psychopath is a line I dont want to cross. There was something intense in his eyes as he spoke those lines. Something adamant. There was really a line he wouldnt cross and that line was being, doing things, without reason. To him, it would mean he had become purely evil. Doing bad things for pleasure instead of some kind of greater good on a very long term scale. He leaned back and seemed to relax somehow, just like an actor who finished his scene and took a look at his watch. were on schedule but barely. Lets order.