Nancy had let Cesare down. It was a shame, really. He had rather liked her.
Perhaps it was partially his own fault: he had been too amiable with her, he had been kind, he had accidentally allowed her to think that certain behavior was appropriate when it wasn't. He would put an end to that, for certain.
He's at his desk, writing out important letters when she walks in (you can take the man away from the Renaissance but you can't take the Renaissance away from the man). He looks up briefly from his papers to see who it is, his gaze cold, before returning to his work.
"Yes, Ms. Fagin?"
Good luck getting anything other than calm, distant professionalism, Nancy.
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Perhaps it was partially his own fault: he had been too amiable with her, he had been kind, he had accidentally allowed her to think that certain behavior was appropriate when it wasn't. He would put an end to that, for certain.
He's at his desk, writing out important letters when she walks in (you can take the man away from the Renaissance but you can't take the Renaissance away from the man). He looks up briefly from his papers to see who it is, his gaze cold, before returning to his work.
"Yes, Ms. Fagin?"
Good luck getting anything other than calm, distant professionalism, Nancy.