02-15-2015, 07:03 PM
Her back straightened a little as Jessika’s demands seemed to strike a chord with Oakland. While Camila understood the man could be rather volatile, she took it all in stride. To her, Damien was simply Damien.
Judging by Thrice’s face as the man left the two women alone, it was clear that he’d likely been a bit more intense than the American woman had expected him to be. Was Damien Oakland insane? That wasn’t a particularly new inquiry about the man. Camila herself had wondered that once or twice at first, but she’d then come to realize that at this point, she didn’t actually care. Perhaps there was a slight madness to his methods, but she actually liked the way he went about things. In any case, it had not been as if any word he’d just told Jessika was untrue.
“I don’t doubt some men think so, though I’m sure most of them do so simply because no one has stood up to them quite like this before. I like to think he is effective.”
Offering the other woman a half a smile, she stood from her place at the desk and walked over to the small showcase resting at the side of the room opposite from where Damien had first entered.
“And, I work with him, Ms. Thrice. Not for. Care for some Brandy?”
She lifted the crystal decanter in offering and picked two equally ornate and heavy glasses. “Something tells me a sip might do you so me good. As far as what makes sense is concerned, I would say that an individual’s first priority is to what is right. Their profession is merely the path by which they can do so.”
Taking the decanter and glasses, Camila returned to the desk and the other woman.
“Fortunately, I think what I can share with you benefits the people you seem to care so very little about, and your political ambitions. It all depends on you, of course. If you are too indifferent or rattled by what just happened…”
She let her voice trail off and shrugged nearly imperceptibly before pouring a small amount of the spirit in one of the glasses.
“I do have a question for you, however, how much do you know about your opposition?”
Judging by Thrice’s face as the man left the two women alone, it was clear that he’d likely been a bit more intense than the American woman had expected him to be. Was Damien Oakland insane? That wasn’t a particularly new inquiry about the man. Camila herself had wondered that once or twice at first, but she’d then come to realize that at this point, she didn’t actually care. Perhaps there was a slight madness to his methods, but she actually liked the way he went about things. In any case, it had not been as if any word he’d just told Jessika was untrue.
“I don’t doubt some men think so, though I’m sure most of them do so simply because no one has stood up to them quite like this before. I like to think he is effective.”
Offering the other woman a half a smile, she stood from her place at the desk and walked over to the small showcase resting at the side of the room opposite from where Damien had first entered.
“And, I work with him, Ms. Thrice. Not for. Care for some Brandy?”
She lifted the crystal decanter in offering and picked two equally ornate and heavy glasses. “Something tells me a sip might do you so me good. As far as what makes sense is concerned, I would say that an individual’s first priority is to what is right. Their profession is merely the path by which they can do so.”
Taking the decanter and glasses, Camila returned to the desk and the other woman.
“Fortunately, I think what I can share with you benefits the people you seem to care so very little about, and your political ambitions. It all depends on you, of course. If you are too indifferent or rattled by what just happened…”
She let her voice trail off and shrugged nearly imperceptibly before pouring a small amount of the spirit in one of the glasses.
“I do have a question for you, however, how much do you know about your opposition?”