it's pretty dirty business- August 9th [closed]

[stauncherhearted]

Three days was ample enough time to cool down, right? Nancy certainly hoped so, as she dressed her best and made for the sight of her boyfriend's narrowly-avoided murder: the Angelo.

Tonight, she'd set a good chunk of time aside for Cesare Borgia. She needed to speak to him, to apologize on Cooper's behalf. She knew he would never on his own, so she just wasn't going to tell Cooper about her mission. Or that she was seeing Cesare at all. She had enough forethought this time at least, to know it wouldn't end well if Cooper knew where she was ducking off to.

What she didn't get, though, was why it was such a big deal. Why Cesare was so offended that her boyfriend wanted to take her out, and show her around. It was no different than if Cesare had taken her, which he'd done so many times in the past.

Regardless, she made her way into the hotel, and to reception. A minutes later, and Nancy was being escorted to Cesare's private office. Never mind that she knew the way.

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[longterm]

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.