Tess. (reflexive) wrote in rulethenight, @ 2011-08-11 00:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, maximilian wolff, tess buchanan |
Who: Wolff and Tess
What/When: A drop-in looking for information gets sent awry by premature return, Tuesday morning.
Where: Wolff's PI business.
It was a question of groundwork. Of a stage set precisely for a cast (knowing) of one (1) to sweep on exactly at her cue and command attention. It was preparation: a phone call made to the guardian-gatekeeper of all Wolff’s appointments -- one a little tearful, it had to be said, one that leaned long on a much loved husband now feared to be philandering, one that went overlong enough to put a terse crispness into said secretary’s voice in answer. A moment to place potentially-necessary prop just upstage -- there was paperwork, a lot of it, a rather complicated prenuptial contract tied about with legalese and the necessity of filling forms. No sympathy from the secretary as Tess shuffled scenery about and put it just so in readiness. No warm or syrupy sentiment poured down the phone-line to soothe potential big-spender (did Wolff know her manner got curter, sharper with the weepy ones?) but it was enough. An appointment written in for a woman whose name would lead straight to mundanity, a solid identity with not a sniff of the supernatural about her. |