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**Ikenna Gevrik** · 01-02-2011, 06:53 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tegz

Van folded his arms across his chest. Honesty? That was a joke, coming from a man who used as much subterfuge in his life as Evander did in his job. Van held his ground as Gevrik stepped forward.

"I'm doing my job." He answered. The unexpected role of Department Head had been... well not exactly thrust on him, but he had his suspicions about why he'd been asked to step up. Sure, sure, he was qualified. But Evander Bole, in his life, had learned nothing comes free, and everything has a catch, and usually, a puppet master pulling the strings. He'd happily bet at least some of his galleons on Martel D'Isigny.

Not all of them.

He wasn't a gambling man after all.

"No. There is no need to complicate matters, as you put it. Or to interfere. Did you need staff, Gevrik? I have noticed Security seems a little.... short." And Maintenance was... not so much a concern to one Evander Bole.

"No, Evander, you are not doing your job. Not the way we see fit."

Gevrik took another warning step toward Bole. "And you know that is not why I am intervening, for now." Damn stubborn man. He was quite possibly the last person Ikenna would have wanted to know about the staffing issues in Security.

The shady man took another step toward the Head of Magical Law Enforcement. "I'm here to give you one last warning, Evander." They were eye to eye now with no room for Bole to squirm away, even with his arms crossed as they were.

"If you know what is best for you and yours, you will work with me and stop working against me. I know of your plans, your potions, your thinly-veiled warnings....and I will not have a repeat of your past performances working with my associates and myself. I have significant leverage against you this time that you may not even be aware of."

Ikenna's eyes could have drilled a hole clear through Bole's with their intensity as he allowed an image of one Lilyan Moretti and her son to flit to the surface of his thoughts.

"Are we clear?"

01-02-2011, 06:53 AM	#23 (permalink)
Ikenna Gevrik Gnome Join Date: Oct 2010 Posts: 258	It's okay; time makes a fool of me too. The Ghost Quote: Originally Posted by Tegz Van folded his arms across his chest. Honesty? That was a joke, coming from a man who used as much subterfuge in his life as Evander did in his job. Van held his ground as Gevrik stepped forward. "I'm doing my job." He answered. The unexpected role of Department Head had been... well not exactly thrust on him, but he had his suspicions about why he'd been asked to step up. Sure, sure, he was qualified. But Evander Bole, in his life, had learned nothing comes free, and everything has a catch, and usually, a puppet master pulling the strings. He'd happily bet at least some of his galleons on Martel D'Isigny. Not all of them. He wasn't a gambling man after all. "No. There is no need to complicate matters, as you put it. Or to interfere. Did you need staff, Gevrik? I have noticed Security seems a little.... short." And Maintenance was... not so much a concern to one Evander Bole. "No, Evander, you are not doing your job. Not the way we see fit." Gevrik took another warning step toward Bole. "And you know that is not why I am intervening, for now." Damn stubborn man. He was quite possibly the last person Ikenna would have wanted to know about the staffing issues in Security. The shady man took another step toward the Head of Magical Law Enforcement. "I'm here to give you one last warning, Evander." They were eye to eye now with no room for Bole to squirm away, even with his arms crossed as they were. "If you know what is best for you and yours, you will work with me and stop working against me. I know of your plans, your potions, your thinly-veiled warnings....and I will not have a repeat of your past performances working with my associates and myself. I have significant leverage against you this time that you may not even be aware of." Ikenna's eyes could have drilled a hole clear through Bole's with their intensity as he allowed an image of one Lilyan Moretti and her son to flit to the surface of his thoughts. "Are we clear?" __________________ Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes... But only death the jealous eyes can close.