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[mamapetrelli]

Date: Winter 2005
Characters: Angela Petrelli, Alexander Vorena
Summary: In some situations, making the first move can determine the course of the game. It just has to be the right first move.
Status: Complete
Semi-open

White nylon gloved fingers balanced a cigarette away from her painted lips. She was a casual smoker, but there was nothing casual about

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[pyrovorena]

Alexander left his office and waved away the newest temp, he was sure she would be transfered to accounting before the week was finished. "Mrs. Petrelli? I hope that you were not kept waiting too long?" He asked as politely and with as much charm as he possessed, which admittedly wasn't much.

There was a long list of names hidden somewhere in his files. Names of people connected with Linderman that regardless of the circumstances, they were given priority. Petrelli was a name on the top of the list.

"Alexander Vorena," he introduced as he offered his hand, "I was told you requested to speak with me."

[mamapetrelli]

Angela stood slowly. She hadn't expected someone older, precisely, but this man looked too much like Nathan. She briefly wondered if he'd been thrust into this job the same way she sometimes felt her own son had been. It was really none of her business.

She shook his hand with a strong, business-like grip. "Mr Linderman is a close friend of mine. He spoke very highly of you." She pursed her lips for a moment. "I have some legal business that must be dealt with discretely. I hope you have a moment to spare." If not, it was understood that he should make time to see her.

[pyrovorena]

"Of course," Alexander was grateful she seemed like a woman who got straight to the point. He escorted her to his office and closed the door. He waited until she was seated in one of the chairs in front of his desk before sitting himself.

"Now, what sort of business do you need help dealing with?" He asked as he steepled his hands together. "Professional domain, or personal?"

[mamapetrelli]

This was what Angela appreciated in Linderman's people. They had the right priorities.

"Personal," she replied, setting her purse down and taking a long drag of her cigarette. Now, how to broach such a subject? There were enough clichés to choose from. A lot of gossip too.

"My husband is having an affair." One of many.

[pyrovorena]

"What would you like done about it?" Alexander asked, already sure that she had the necessary proof to an affair if needed. The woman had the eyes of someone who didn't let much get by her, but was shrewd enough to use the knowledge to her advantage. If she choose to destroy her husband in court, he was fairly sure she would provide him with more than enough ammunition.

"A divorce or something less likely to reach public domain, I assume."