A High-Rise Somewhere In New York City
Savannah was amused by the fact that the man across the desk kept giving her sideways glances as if he expected her to turn into some sort of a monster and attack him in his office. It was those looks that made her kind of glad she had asked Johnny to wait in the lobby downstairs. She was pretty sure that the looks she was getting would earn the man a fireball -- or four.
The man swallowed and slid one more stack of papers across the desk.
"And if you'll just sign these last ones, Ms. Levine, I believe you'll find that everything is in order."
"And you have in your records that the account for Miss Mancini can only be accessed by her or Sean Nast until she is twenty-one, correct? And that the one for Miss Hood can only be accessed by her or Eve Levine or Sean Nast?" She lifted an eyebrow at him. "I expect that both accounts are heavily secured and no one but the aforementioned can get to them?"
"Of course, Ms. Levine. I guarantee that the two funds that you set up are completely safe and secure and no one without correct authorization can get to them."
"Good," she nodded as she signed the last form. "I trust that this last transaction is to be kept private and my name never mentioned? That means that no one besides you and I know where the keys to that studio for Mr. Bryce Nast came from."
"Of course, Ms. Levine."
She stacked the paperwork and handed them back to him, meaning that the little worm had to actually acknowledge her movements and come close to touching her hand -- which up until now he had done everything to avoid.
The man across the desk looked pained, but he kept what little dignity he possessed in hand as he accepted the forms from Savannah. "I just have one question, Ms. Levine. It's so much money. Why are you doing this?"
Savannah shrugged. "The money came from someone I despise. I never wanted any of it and I decided to do with it everything that he would hate. So, after giving a good chunk of it to my school, this was what I knew I was going to do with the rest of it."
"Well, I'm glad that you decided to come to us to handle your business, even if I was a bit surprised that you didn't have Lucas Cortez handle it for you. I mean, he's a lawyer and your adopted..." Savannah's icy look stopped the flood of words.
"I'm sure I don't have to remind you of the consequences if any of this very private information gets out," Savannah said in the hardest voice she could manage.
"No, ma'am," he said, a little bit patronizing as he stood up. "If any of this gets out and your name gets linked to any of it, then the entire weight of the Cortez Cabal will come down on our heads and wipe every one of us out." His tone implied that he had heard such threats before.
Savannah laughed as she got to her feet. "Oh no, Mr. Boyd. It wouldn't be the Cortezes that you would have to worry about in this matter. But you see, I have my own personal guardian angel that gets pretty annoyed if anything happens to upset or endanger me. Plus, there's my adopted family and my best friend wields a really mean fork. That said, you don't want to mess with my adopted big brother or his girlfriend, either. When they make comments about sending you to another world, they mean it literally. There is also the small matter of my fiance and my mother." She gave him a grin. "So you see, Mr. Boyd, it wouldn't be another Cabal that would make your Cabal pay for anything that happened to me. It would be my family."
"But your mother is dead," Boyd managed to stutter out at Savannah's threat.
"Mr. Boyd, if there is one thing that I have learned in my life, it's that the dead don't always stay dead." She picked up her bag from the floor. "It's best that you remember that." She smiled at him again. "I can find my own way out. And if you're making your hand twitch like that because you're working on a spell to show me what you're capable of, I'd reconsider that thought." She eyed his twitching hand. "Your spell would never have a chance to hit me, and then you'd be a scorch mark on the wall before you or your assistants listening in from the next room could strike out at me again." She slid her sunglasses down over her eyes. "I am my mother's daughter, Mr. Boyd. But I am my father's daughter, as well. I wouldn't try it if I were you."
Savannah let the threat hang in the air between them and then she turned to go. She walked to the elevator and when she stepped in, she didn't feel or see anything follow her in. She continued to hold herself stiff the entire elevator ride and then when she exited, she saw that Johnny was pacing the lobby. She slid her arm through his and smiled up at him.
"I'm all done here, love. We can go now."
[[OOC: For the fiance. And yep, Savannah's starting to accept that she has just as much of her father in her as her mother.]]
The man swallowed and slid one more stack of papers across the desk.
"And if you'll just sign these last ones, Ms. Levine, I believe you'll find that everything is in order."
"And you have in your records that the account for Miss Mancini can only be accessed by her or Sean Nast until she is twenty-one, correct? And that the one for Miss Hood can only be accessed by her or Eve Levine or Sean Nast?" She lifted an eyebrow at him. "I expect that both accounts are heavily secured and no one but the aforementioned can get to them?"
"Of course, Ms. Levine. I guarantee that the two funds that you set up are completely safe and secure and no one without correct authorization can get to them."
"Good," she nodded as she signed the last form. "I trust that this last transaction is to be kept private and my name never mentioned? That means that no one besides you and I know where the keys to that studio for Mr. Bryce Nast came from."
"Of course, Ms. Levine."
She stacked the paperwork and handed them back to him, meaning that the little worm had to actually acknowledge her movements and come close to touching her hand -- which up until now he had done everything to avoid.
The man across the desk looked pained, but he kept what little dignity he possessed in hand as he accepted the forms from Savannah. "I just have one question, Ms. Levine. It's so much money. Why are you doing this?"
Savannah shrugged. "The money came from someone I despise. I never wanted any of it and I decided to do with it everything that he would hate. So, after giving a good chunk of it to my school, this was what I knew I was going to do with the rest of it."
"Well, I'm glad that you decided to come to us to handle your business, even if I was a bit surprised that you didn't have Lucas Cortez handle it for you. I mean, he's a lawyer and your adopted..." Savannah's icy look stopped the flood of words.
"I'm sure I don't have to remind you of the consequences if any of this very private information gets out," Savannah said in the hardest voice she could manage.
"No, ma'am," he said, a little bit patronizing as he stood up. "If any of this gets out and your name gets linked to any of it, then the entire weight of the Cortez Cabal will come down on our heads and wipe every one of us out." His tone implied that he had heard such threats before.
Savannah laughed as she got to her feet. "Oh no, Mr. Boyd. It wouldn't be the Cortezes that you would have to worry about in this matter. But you see, I have my own personal guardian angel that gets pretty annoyed if anything happens to upset or endanger me. Plus, there's my adopted family and my best friend wields a really mean fork. That said, you don't want to mess with my adopted big brother or his girlfriend, either. When they make comments about sending you to another world, they mean it literally. There is also the small matter of my fiance and my mother." She gave him a grin. "So you see, Mr. Boyd, it wouldn't be another Cabal that would make your Cabal pay for anything that happened to me. It would be my family."
"But your mother is dead," Boyd managed to stutter out at Savannah's threat.
"Mr. Boyd, if there is one thing that I have learned in my life, it's that the dead don't always stay dead." She picked up her bag from the floor. "It's best that you remember that." She smiled at him again. "I can find my own way out. And if you're making your hand twitch like that because you're working on a spell to show me what you're capable of, I'd reconsider that thought." She eyed his twitching hand. "Your spell would never have a chance to hit me, and then you'd be a scorch mark on the wall before you or your assistants listening in from the next room could strike out at me again." She slid her sunglasses down over her eyes. "I am my mother's daughter, Mr. Boyd. But I am my father's daughter, as well. I wouldn't try it if I were you."
Savannah let the threat hang in the air between them and then she turned to go. She walked to the elevator and when she stepped in, she didn't feel or see anything follow her in. She continued to hold herself stiff the entire elevator ride and then when she exited, she saw that Johnny was pacing the lobby. She slid her arm through his and smiled up at him.
"I'm all done here, love. We can go now."
[[OOC: For the fiance. And yep, Savannah's starting to accept that she has just as much of her father in her as her mother.]]