Who: Eve What: Lets go on with the show When: Backdated - 22nd, Mid Morning Where: Eve's Office. Wolfram and Hart Rating: Low Status: Narrative, Complete
The Entertainment Division had come through with an idea, Eve had set them to work weeks ago on the little actress. His very own Evita. She'd told Lindsey she wouldn't hurt Cathy and she wouldn't. But there were other ways to get things done. And it was impressive how quickly people would work when one threatened their First Born. And they'd come up with an impressive little plan that Eve hadn't thought of. Least they were earning their obscene salaries.
"And you're sure, all that business with the rights got cleared up...flayed...right...oh twice? Good, Its good to be thorough. Good work"
Kill her with kindness. Her marraige anyway. Not that she'd know of course. Eve had taken the call in her office walking around the area where only a week or so ago, she'd sat and had a meal with Lindsey.
She hung up more than a little pleased with herself, she wasn't breaking her promise to Lindsey but if his very own Evita suddenly found herself very busy and didn't have time to be a perfect little wife anymore that wasn't her fault. If he found himself lonley and she stepped into the breach just as his friend, that wasn't her fault. And if something happened one evening? Well that wasn't her fault either.
In fact this was good for Cathy. This is what she wanted. And she had all that free time from having walked away from the Welcome Centre. Eve had known. She was in no way Neutral. Not with the friends she had.
All Eve was doing was giving the woman something else to put her focus on. That was no bad thing was it?
She was practicly her Fairy Godmother. But Prettier, with better shoes.