|silviyacapper (silviyacapper) wrote in 20somethings,
@ 2021-11-19 16:55:00
|c: robert hilliard, c: silviya capper, d: 2027 11, Ω: rp
RP: Thoughts on expanding our venture...
Who: Silviya Capper & Robert Hilliard
What: Silvie has some thoughts, some reservations, and a lot on her plate.
When: 11/19/27; late evening
Where: WeeVee Production offices; Silvie's office
Completion Status: Ongoing
Sliviya paced in her office after the Grace writer's meeting ran late. She hadn't had the chance to call her husband, Terence Higgs, before the meeting had run too long for them to make their dinner reservations, and so she spoke to him now, half apologizing, half frustrated with his lack of understanding. "I know I should have called you earlier but I was in with the Hearts staff and then ran straight to the writers' meeting... I warned you things would probably run late today, we just announced the pick-up... I know, honey, and I'm sorry, but I can't magic away my responsibilities... I know, I told you picking up more shows wouldn't do this but it is what it is... I can't just not do this, you know that... And how would you have felt if I'd asked you to just walk away from Quidditch?... No, I know I wouldn't have but... Terence... I'm sorry but I have to go, Robert's here for a touchbase, some things came up in the meeting... Don't start on this again, please... I'll see when I get home, we can do take-away? It'll be just as nice... Okay. I'm sorry. I'll be home as soon as I can..." She hung up her mobile with a decisive click and a puff of air - now half angry, half exasperated. It wasn't like Terence didn't know things like this could happen... and then, when he got particularly irritated when she mentioned having a late meeting with Robert... As if she didn't nearly always have meetings with Robert. They'd been partners in work for ages, really. She didn't understand her husband sometimes. A lot of the time.
Looking up, she noticed Robert had slipped into the room quietly - it wasn't an invasion, her door was always open to him - and hoped he hadn't heard too much of the conversation.
"Hey," she said, with a sad, small smile, her emotional exhaustion obvious on her face. "Thanks for staying late," she had something she needed to run past him, more for his counsel than anything. Professionally, she trusted Robert with her life. She rounded from where she'd ended her pacing behind her desk and moved to a cabinet - "Drink?" She asked, pulling out a hidden bottle of Elvish wine she kept for moments just like this. She took out two glasses from another hiding spot in case he decided to join her.
She settled into one of her two comfortable wingback chairs and invited him to do the same. "So, there was something I wanted to talk to you about..."