Friends in High Places

[Sofia Vasilieva]

Sofia watched the predictable tantrum without expression, though inwardly she rolled her eyes. Maksim had no real bite to him, and any threat in his outburst was disregarded the way one might ignore a spoiled child. He was embarrassing himself and the family, but such things would be dealt with behind closed doors in whatever way proved necessary. Ultimately Maksim was Pavel’s problem to deal with, though if her brother-in-law actually managed to thank Sofia for her help tonight, perhaps she would intercede on his behalf. She did love her sister even if she doubted her choices sometimes.

Meanwhile Pavel had only made a noise of assent and proceeded to replace his gloves. He nodded to both healer and agent, but it was Sofia who stepped forward before Devarona scooped the CCD’s property back into his custody. She ignored the handler. Given tonight’s revelations, she doubted the man would long be in the job. Whatever authority he may have wielded when he entered the room, it was gone now entirely, even as he urged Iásōn to replace the mask.

“Thank you for your help, Iásōn.” She extended a hand in friendship, genuine in warmth even if the gesture was appropriately businesslike. “Perhaps we will be able to return the favour one day.”

Once both had gone, she offered her brother a slim smile, eyes bright with calculation. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”