Sophie Devereaux (whenitsanact) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-10-05 18:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, *narrative |
WHO: Sophie Devereaux and Mark Davidson (NPC). (Narrative)
WHAT: The Leverage team is doing a job. Sophie's getting it started.
WHEN: Early evening.
WHERE: A bar.
RATING: PG.
Sophie had talked to Noah, worked out the angle they would take on this, and the role she needed to play. It was strange, going over that sort of thing with someone other than Nate, but she had to admit that Noah had known what he was doing. That was a plus. She was never big on working with new people, but she trusted Parker when it came to the job. Parker was nothing if not a professional when it came to this.
She did what she always did in situations like this, embracing the persona completely. For the moment, she wasn't Sophie Devereaux. She was someone new. Someone different. She wasn't just playing a character. She was this woman and she knew her as intimately as she knew herself. She knew her hopes and her dreams and her fears. Her likes and her dislikes. What cocktail she would order at a bar. Everything. As she looked through her closet, she knew what this woman would wear and chose accordingly, classy but in dark colours, just revealing enough to make someone notice, but not enough that it seemed intentional. She left her hair down because it was how she liked it, and slipped on a pair of sunglasses and a black leather jacket. There.
She'd left a message with the mark, who was actually named Mark this time, telling him she needed to speak with him on a rather important business matter. She made it clear that the information was rather sensitive, and he had agreed to meet her at a small but classy bar. So far, so good.
She waited at the bar, not acknowledging him immediately when he walked in. Then she made her way over, putting just enough nervous energy into the action. "Mr. Davidson," she said, her Russian accent noticeable but not heavy. Only her father was Russian, her mother was British. "Lara Alkaev. We spoke on the phone earlier."
"Ah, yes," the man said, leading her over to a table. He obviously hadn't expected someone quite like Sophie. They usually didn't. "You said you had business to discuss? Of a...sensitive nature?"
Sophie nodded, ordering a black martini. "My employer," she said, making sure to accentuate the word in a way that managed to make it perfectly clear what sort of business her employer was in without stating it outright, "is quite unhappy. He has taken his business to your bank for some time, and his accounts are not adding up properly. Money is gone that should not be. And he is beginning to think perhaps he should take his business elsewhere." It was clear that taking his business elsewhere would be painful for Mr. Davidson. And not just financially.
"Your employer?" Davidson asked, and Sophie was pleased to hear a thread of nervous tension in his voice.
"Da," she said, nodding and taking a sip of her drink. "His business is…varied. He is involved in much in this city. And he is not happy when people make mistakes with his money. And when he is not happy, nobody is happy. But I am sure this mistake is easily corrected?"
"Yes," Davidson said immediately. "I'm sure it is."
"Good," Sophie said with a small smile. "He will see you now. He wishes to discuss business with you."
"Now?"
"Yes, now," Sophie replied, taking another sip of her drink and beckoning the waiter over with the check. She was pleased when Davidson paid it. Good boy. "He is not the type to be kept waiting. My car is here. I will take you."
"Of course," Davidson said, looking a little ill. Sophie might have pitied him, if she hadn't known what a corrupt bastard he was. "Yes...of course."
"Good," Sophie smiled, getting to her feet and picking up her coat, leading Davidson by the arm to her car, standing just slightly too close for propriety's sake. Had to make it look good for the pictures.
She was purposefully quiet on the drive to the out of the way hotel Noah and Eliot had chosen, letting Davidson stew in his own juices a bit. When they reached the place, she led him inside, standing close in the halls and the elevator and showing him to an unassuming door.
"In there," she said softly, leaning close. From the angle, it would be hard to tell that they weren't kissing. "Just...try not to make him angrier than he is. Business is very serious to him."
She pushed him toward to door and turned to walk off.
"You're just...leaving me here?"
"I would not presume to stay for the business," she said, shaking her head. "It is not my place."
She walked away, hiding a smile and hoping she’d get back to the others in time to see the show. She’d really missed this.