09-03-2013, 04:14 PM
Claire was thinking more along the lines that a reformed Giovanni might find himself in Moscow's spotlight, but by the look on his face, Claire wondered if he'd taken her comment the wrong way.
She shifted in her seat. "Hold on one moment, Gio. Can I call you Gio?
" She smiled before proceeding. "We have the small matter of salary to discuss. A girl has to eat,"
she looked at him expectantly, but the gears were already turning behind the consideration in her gaze. Claire had a fine living in Brooklyn. People were so gullible. And she expected at least as much from the people of this fine city. So to distract her from her true calling was going to take something of a raise.
But honestly, even if he offered her less, there was value to the appeal of the position itself. She liked the idea of having complete authority over Giovanni. And for now, at least, he was but putty in her hands.
"And before we go anywhere, I will take a good deal of getting to know you better. You certainly have this all black, mister mysterioso thing going on,"
she waved a hand up and down his outfit, bangles sliding along her forearm as she did, before settling on that piercing blue gaze. So much of him seemed like a contradiction, the polite manner clashing on the rocks of a sharp exterior.
"But style is more than about a makeover. It has to be a reflection of who you really are to pull it off."
Edited by Claire, Sep 3 2013, 04:15 PM.
She shifted in her seat. "Hold on one moment, Gio. Can I call you Gio?
" She smiled before proceeding. "We have the small matter of salary to discuss. A girl has to eat,"
she looked at him expectantly, but the gears were already turning behind the consideration in her gaze. Claire had a fine living in Brooklyn. People were so gullible. And she expected at least as much from the people of this fine city. So to distract her from her true calling was going to take something of a raise.
But honestly, even if he offered her less, there was value to the appeal of the position itself. She liked the idea of having complete authority over Giovanni. And for now, at least, he was but putty in her hands.
"And before we go anywhere, I will take a good deal of getting to know you better. You certainly have this all black, mister mysterioso thing going on,"
she waved a hand up and down his outfit, bangles sliding along her forearm as she did, before settling on that piercing blue gaze. So much of him seemed like a contradiction, the polite manner clashing on the rocks of a sharp exterior.
"But style is more than about a makeover. It has to be a reflection of who you really are to pull it off."
Edited by Claire, Sep 3 2013, 04:15 PM.