12-09-2014, 09:19 PM
With the sweet and innocent way Jacques said it, Laurie almost believed he had truly been trying to dodge the press. It was a legitimate story. General Wallace Johnson should have been blocking the traffic out of Freetown, but Laurie and Z managed to wave their magic wands and get around the blockades. As had, apparently, two of her peers. Adisa no doubt had the look of a shrewd reporter and probably knew her own magic tricks. Jared Wilson on the other hand was thicker than a tree trunk. How he managed to snake by Wallace-Johnson was a mystery.
As for the rest, it was more believeable. She looked around, "You're right. Legion Premiere is practically something out of the Dark Ages, but I imagine that the fees you charged Nikolai Brandon will cover at least a helicopter or three."
She was testing the waters with that guess. Nobody knew what the contract stipulated between the CCD and the Legion regarding money. And the Dark Ages gave Lawrence an idea about how to spin this story.
He seemed to have his heart in the right place being here, but Lawrence was cynical. "You've been on the cover of magazines, Mister Danjou. And this isn't the best place for a photo shoot... Actually. Maybe I could make your life a little easier. You need magazine covers that highlight your cause, not you. That's exactly the kind of thing the Monday Margin likes. Exclusive coverage of Jacques Danjou?"
The sound of trucks drew her around, just like everyone else. Lawrence didn't shirk away and neither did she tense, but she was alert. Far more than moments before.
As for the rest, it was more believeable. She looked around, "You're right. Legion Premiere is practically something out of the Dark Ages, but I imagine that the fees you charged Nikolai Brandon will cover at least a helicopter or three."
She was testing the waters with that guess. Nobody knew what the contract stipulated between the CCD and the Legion regarding money. And the Dark Ages gave Lawrence an idea about how to spin this story.
He seemed to have his heart in the right place being here, but Lawrence was cynical. "You've been on the cover of magazines, Mister Danjou. And this isn't the best place for a photo shoot... Actually. Maybe I could make your life a little easier. You need magazine covers that highlight your cause, not you. That's exactly the kind of thing the Monday Margin likes. Exclusive coverage of Jacques Danjou?"
The sound of trucks drew her around, just like everyone else. Lawrence didn't shirk away and neither did she tense, but she was alert. Far more than moments before.