05-21-2014, 12:03 PM
The negotiations were not as vicious as she might have anticipated. Though Legion Premiere's services certainly did not come cheaply, Mr. Danjou did not dig deeper than he ought. Money was no barrier, of course, but she sensed in him the conscience of which Samantha Brown espoused. He was a rare one, this man. Though wrapped carefully in her professional exterior, Eleanor was nonetheless a woman on the edge of desperation, yet he did not take advantage of a mother's fierce love. He must have realised no monetary price would have been too high. But the final cost even her father would have considered reasonable.
While the contract was drawn up, Eleanor organised and transferred the details that would aid his team; Natalie's stats and picture, as well as the signal imbedded into her Wallet, secured there in grim preparation for just such a situation. Of the other Red Cross aid workers in the area, she was also able to provide suitable information. Though her daughter of course took precedence, she would not turn her back on others in a similar plight; it would have fallen under her remit anyway, once the news of fighting in Sierra Leone had eventually pierced its way through the louder cries of tragedy in DV. So she had no objections to his projected use of her funds, provided Natalie was extracted safely, and given Jacques apparent competency she already considered ways in which she might aid in the tumultuous months to come. He was direct, and she both appreciated and mirrored the succinctness. All in all it went rather smoothly.
As the legalities came to a close, and she noticed the small cues indicating how busy he was, she nodded. His kindness washed over her, though she didn't necessarily doubt the sincerity of the flowery words; she would just sooner be comforted by his action than his promises. A small smile alleviated her stoic expression, then returned to its flat line. Epicurus. He was well learned, then, and she took it as a good omen. His words struck her as poignant, and for a brief moment she considered offering something inspirational in return. Instead she inclined her head and ended the call. He was correct on the quote, but wrong on the rest. There was still plenty to do this night.
While the contract was drawn up, Eleanor organised and transferred the details that would aid his team; Natalie's stats and picture, as well as the signal imbedded into her Wallet, secured there in grim preparation for just such a situation. Of the other Red Cross aid workers in the area, she was also able to provide suitable information. Though her daughter of course took precedence, she would not turn her back on others in a similar plight; it would have fallen under her remit anyway, once the news of fighting in Sierra Leone had eventually pierced its way through the louder cries of tragedy in DV. So she had no objections to his projected use of her funds, provided Natalie was extracted safely, and given Jacques apparent competency she already considered ways in which she might aid in the tumultuous months to come. He was direct, and she both appreciated and mirrored the succinctness. All in all it went rather smoothly.
As the legalities came to a close, and she noticed the small cues indicating how busy he was, she nodded. His kindness washed over her, though she didn't necessarily doubt the sincerity of the flowery words; she would just sooner be comforted by his action than his promises. A small smile alleviated her stoic expression, then returned to its flat line. Epicurus. He was well learned, then, and she took it as a good omen. His words struck her as poignant, and for a brief moment she considered offering something inspirational in return. Instead she inclined her head and ended the call. He was correct on the quote, but wrong on the rest. There was still plenty to do this night.