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New York
He looked interested in what she had to say, he was always interested in what she said, about work, parents, family. He liked her, as a friend, and business partner, he really didn’t know if the feelings were anything more than that, but time would tell. “I wouldn’t mind.” He says honestly, making himself busy with putting the papers in their proper file.
“There’s a place down the street I go to sometimes, when I can,” which meant when he wasn’t being attacked by people. Later at night reporters usually strayed away. He smiled, finished up and just left everything on the desk. He grabbed his suit coat and pulled it on, “I can just leave all of this here, no one will bother it.”
As he spoke, she watched him for subtle changes in facial expression that could help clue her into what was going on in his mind behind the words. The way he said ‘when I can’, for example, told her that he was rarely able to go there, at least without some sort of headache involved. It was the way the corner of his mouth turned down just a fraction that added more meaning. Catching herself in her train of thought, she winced slightly. There was definitely too much of her time being spent around her other boss.
“Sounds perfect. First round is on me, by the way. I owe you for having to cancel on you before. My sister has been…going through a rather rough time. She and my nephew are in LA right now with her fiance.” Even though the older version of her nephew was still missing, she didn’t mention it. It was likely he didn’t remember her saying it. “Speaking of siblings, how is Peter?”
Joining her closer to the door he makes sure he has everything. “It’s fine, really, I understand the complexities of having younger siblings.” With a shake of his head he smiles, “Peter’s fine, been busy with work but I guess that’s good for someone his age, doesn’t really look like he’s going to be slowing down though, for things like family, or all that, he never was really the type.” His shoulders shrug lazily.
He comes around her to the doors and opens one of them up. “We can take my car, well, driver, might be better, I can just call him back when we’re done just in case.” He winked, smiling wider while he opened the door wider to let her go out first so he could close up.
She laughs softly and nods. “Well, you’ve met Jessa. She’s not exactly the easiest person in the world to reason with. You can tell her what she doesn’t want to hear but needs to hear all day but all you can do beyond that is stand there and take the words she throws at you and wait around until she realizes you were right all along and apologizes.” She pauses thoughtfully for a moment. “You know, I locked her in a coat closet when I was a teenager. If I had any sense at all, I would have left her there.”
With a wry smirk, she moves to the door and exits the office in front of him. “Mm, I think calling your driver might be best. I don’t quite know you well enough to know how you handle your liquor after all,” she teases, turning to face him as she waits for him to close up. “You want to know something I’ve never understood? Given the personalities of myself and my sister, for some reason mothers tend to love her and despise me.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Luckily Peter listens to a lot of what I say, at least listens, not as stubborn as Jessa, but he does go off and do what he thinks is right… Which I always admire.” He pulls a bit at his tie, relaxing a bit. At that, he laughed again, “Might have been a good to keep her in there, for at least a day, or so.”
He closes the door behind them and locks it up, keys going back into his pocket but his phone was out to send a text to his driver. “I can hold my liquor… Well enough.” Smirking, he steps back to her and leads the way beside her toward the staircase. “That’s strange, I wouldn’t want you meeting my mother anyway, she’s a nightmare. She met your sister, at Thanksgiving. I was a bit put out that you weren’t there.”
“As far as siblings go, Peter seems like a great little brother. I love my sister dearly but there are times when I really wish we weren’t related,” Anthea admitted with a laugh. Jessa was a great person when she wished to be, but she was often too stubborn and selfish for her own good. Sometimes she wondered how they even came from the same parents and grew up in the same household.
As they walked toward the staircase, she was caught off guard by his last few statements. “I had no idea she was even in New York until she replied to one of my texts and then insisted I was going to pay the international roaming fees for her responses.” She paused and tilted her head slightly. “Nathan, may I ask why you were a bit put out that I wasn’t there?”
“He’s a good kid, he’s too good, can’t get him to do anything bad.” He laughs. “Seems even though we are alike in some ways, our siblings are total opposites.” He thought about Peter and how he had the tendency to go out of his way to make things right, even though a lot of the time he couldn’t do anything to help, maybe even make the situation worse. “He’s a lot different than me, better than me, makes better decisions and lives for his life.” He shrugs his shoulders, “I really think the only reason why mom likes me best is because I do whatever she tells me to do.”
“She was there with Sy-, Gabriel, guess he goes by that now or something.” He shakes his head and watches where he was going, the scuff marks on the tile and then approaching the door. “My mom seems to like her, she wasn’t a royal bitch the whole time which is an improvement.” He paused, thinking her question over. “Well, you know… I felt a little cornered there, I guess, maybe, you’re a good friend.” He looked at her, looking as though he was trying to find words to explain further, cover it up?
Anthea smiled and laughed lightly. “I think we have several things in common. We’re both in politics, though in different ways. We both have siblings who are mostly our complete opposites. Not to mention, we also have families that drive us a bit mental at times,” she pointed out, shaking her head a bit. “Oddly enough, I think my mum likes me better because I’m also the least difficult.”
She paused, tilting her head and looking up at Nathan. “You really don’t give yourself enough credit. No one is perfect and we all make our fair share of mistakes. In politics, unfortunately, there is no black and white. Just slightly less unappealing options on occasion.” She laughed once more and shrugged, considering his words. Nathan almost looked as though he wanted to say more, but she was hardly one to press a matter unless she absolutely had to. If he wanted to explain further, she’d be more than happy to listen. “Well, rest assured the feeling is mutual. My sister does have a way of making people feel cornered and if your mum gets along with my sister so well, I’m assuming she possess the same…talent.”
@Anthea
How much time will I get for murder? Not entirely pre-meditated. More of the “only thought about it on the way to confront the motherfucker” kind of thing.
Jessa, do be reasonable. What happened and who angered you so much?
Todd! He’s a goddamn, bottom feeding SNAKE! Don’t say I told you so either!
…I’ll make it look like an accident. No further details needed for that one. Care to talk about it?
@Anthea
How much time will I get for murder? Not entirely pre-meditated. More of the “only thought about it on the way to confront the motherfucker” kind of thing.
Jessa, do be reasonable. What happened and who angered you so much?
New York
He looked interested in what she had to say, he was always interested in what she said, about work, parents, family. He liked her, as a friend, and business partner, he really didn’t know if the feelings were anything more than that, but time would tell. “I wouldn’t mind.” He says honestly, making himself busy with putting the papers in their proper file.
“There’s a place down the street I go to sometimes, when I can,” which meant when he wasn’t being attacked by people. Later at night reporters usually strayed away. He smiled, finished up and just left everything on the desk. He grabbed his suit coat and pulled it on, “I can just leave all of this here, no one will bother it.”
As he spoke, she watched him for subtle changes in facial expression that could help clue her into what was going on in his mind behind the words. The way he said ‘when I can’, for example, told her that he was rarely able to go there, at least without some sort of headache involved. It was the way the corner of his mouth turned down just a fraction that added more meaning. Catching herself in her train of thought, she winced slightly. There was definitely too much of her time being spent around her other boss.
“Sounds perfect. First round is on me, by the way. I owe you for having to cancel on you before. My sister has been…going through a rather rough time. She and my nephew are in LA right now with her fiance.” Even though the older version of her nephew was still missing, she didn’t mention it. It was likely he didn’t remember her saying it. “Speaking of siblings, how is Peter?”
Joining her closer to the door he makes sure he has everything. “It’s fine, really, I understand the complexities of having younger siblings.” With a shake of his head he smiles, “Peter’s fine, been busy with work but I guess that’s good for someone his age, doesn’t really look like he’s going to be slowing down though, for things like family, or all that, he never was really the type.” His shoulders shrug lazily.
He comes around her to the doors and opens one of them up. “We can take my car, well, driver, might be better, I can just call him back when we’re done just in case.” He winked, smiling wider while he opened the door wider to let her go out first so he could close up.
She laughs softly and nods. “Well, you’ve met Jessa. She’s not exactly the easiest person in the world to reason with. You can tell her what she doesn’t want to hear but needs to hear all day but all you can do beyond that is stand there and take the words she throws at you and wait around until she realizes you were right all along and apologizes.” She pauses thoughtfully for a moment. “You know, I locked her in a coat closet when I was a teenager. If I had any sense at all, I would have left her there.”
With a wry smirk, she moves to the door and exits the office in front of him. “Mm, I think calling your driver might be best. I don’t quite know you well enough to know how you handle your liquor after all,” she teases, turning to face him as she waits for him to close up. “You want to know something I’ve never understood? Given the personalities of myself and my sister, for some reason mothers tend to love her and despise me.”
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Luckily Peter listens to a lot of what I say, at least listens, not as stubborn as Jessa, but he does go off and do what he thinks is right… Which I always admire.” He pulls a bit at his tie, relaxing a bit. At that, he laughed again, “Might have been a good to keep her in there, for at least a day, or so.”
He closes the door behind them and locks it up, keys going back into his pocket but his phone was out to send a text to his driver. “I can hold my liquor… Well enough.” Smirking, he steps back to her and leads the way beside her toward the staircase. “That’s strange, I wouldn’t want you meeting my mother anyway, she’s a nightmare. She met your sister, at Thanksgiving. I was a bit put out that you weren’t there.”
“As far as siblings go, Peter seems like a great little brother. I love my sister dearly but there are times when I really wish we weren’t related,” Anthea admitted with a laugh. Jessa was a great person when she wished to be, but she was often too stubborn and selfish for her own good. Sometimes she wondered how they even came from the same parents and grew up in the same household.
As they walked toward the staircase, she was caught off guard by his last few statements. “I had no idea she was even in New York until she replied to one of my texts and then insisted I was going to pay the international roaming fees for her responses.” She paused and tilted her head slightly. “Nathan, may I ask why you were a bit put out that I wasn’t there?”
New York
He looked interested in what she had to say, he was always interested in what she said, about work, parents, family. He liked her, as a friend, and business partner, he really didn’t know if the feelings were anything more than that, but time would tell. “I wouldn’t mind.” He says honestly, making himself busy with putting the papers in their proper file.
“There’s a place down the street I go to sometimes, when I can,” which meant when he wasn’t being attacked by people. Later at night reporters usually strayed away. He smiled, finished up and just left everything on the desk. He grabbed his suit coat and pulled it on, “I can just leave all of this here, no one will bother it.”
As he spoke, she watched him for subtle changes in facial expression that could help clue her into what was going on in his mind behind the words. The way he said ‘when I can’, for example, told her that he was rarely able to go there, at least without some sort of headache involved. It was the way the corner of his mouth turned down just a fraction that added more meaning. Catching herself in her train of thought, she winced slightly. There was definitely too much of her time being spent around her other boss.
“Sounds perfect. First round is on me, by the way. I owe you for having to cancel on you before. My sister has been…going through a rather rough time. She and my nephew are in LA right now with her fiance.” Even though the older version of her nephew was still missing, she didn’t mention it. It was likely he didn’t remember her saying it. “Speaking of siblings, how is Peter?”
Joining her closer to the door he makes sure he has everything. “It’s fine, really, I understand the complexities of having younger siblings.” With a shake of his head he smiles, “Peter’s fine, been busy with work but I guess that’s good for someone his age, doesn’t really look like he’s going to be slowing down though, for things like family, or all that, he never was really the type.” His shoulders shrug lazily.
He comes around her to the doors and opens one of them up. “We can take my car, well, driver, might be better, I can just call him back when we’re done just in case.” He winked, smiling wider while he opened the door wider to let her go out first so he could close up.
She laughs softly and nods. “Well, you’ve met Jessa. She’s not exactly the easiest person in the world to reason with. You can tell her what she doesn’t want to hear but needs to hear all day but all you can do beyond that is stand there and take the words she throws at you and wait around until she realizes you were right all along and apologizes.” She pauses thoughtfully for a moment. “You know, I locked her in a coat closet when I was a teenager. If I had any sense at all, I would have left her there.”
With a wry smirk, she moves to the door and exits the office in front of him. “Mm, I think calling your driver might be best. I don’t quite know you well enough to know how you handle your liquor after all,” she teases, turning to face him as she waits for him to close up. “You want to know something I’ve never understood? Given the personalities of myself and my sister, for some reason mothers tend to love her and despise me.”
New York
It had taken a bit of ingenuity to move her schedule around back in London, but she managed to give herself a week off to come to New York. She had promised Nathan she would help him with his campaign, although why American politicians felt the need to campaign for so long was beyond her. Honestly, wouldn’t the general population get tired of the advertisements and debates by the time the election came even remotely near?
All the same, she arrived at his office, dressed in her favorite pinstripe skirt and matching blazer with a black blouse underneath. After being thoroughly examined by security, she made her way up to his office and knocked on the door twice, waiting for permission to enter.
Nathan was looking over papers, always working, it had always been that way too. Staring over documents and things he had to read for debates, it was all so tiring, but his mothers persistent nagging, trying to get him to be energetic about all this, perhaps was a bit worse than actually having to do it.
He heard the knock and set the papers down in their files, “Door’s open.” Of course it was, he didn’t think he was even allowed to lock it. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair and then fixed his red and blue tie. It was obvious he was a bit worn out about all this, all of this and Bennet’s work, which was also his mother’s, Peter’s, Sylar’s, everything and everyone seemed to be coming together again, which scared him.
Upon gaining permission to enter, Anthea pushes the door open and offers him a sympathetic smile, closing the door once she’s inside the office. “You know, I’m not sure which is more baffling: the fact that you American politicians feel the need to campaign for a year before elections or the fact that everybody seems to be enthralled with my accent. I actually got a marriage proposal from some random bloke on my way here. Is that normal?”
She could tell he was exhausted and worn thin, so she tried to start their meeting on a lighter note. Perhaps laughing at the differences between the two countries or the strange nutters that seemed to roam the streets. All the same, she planned on getting him out of the office by a decent time that evening. There was no sense in him working himself into a coma this early in the election season.
He smiled to know it was Anthea, who really was the only person he’d like the company of, besides Peter of course. But even then… Everyone else was so tiring to be around. “Both are pretty normal.” He chuckles, “Just the way our government is I guess, and how our civilians are to gorgeous Brits.” He stands from his hair and fixes the pesky tie once again.
“You can sit, if you’d like, or we can get out of here- get a drink or something. I’m just about beat, ready to throw all of this,” he gestures to the papers scattered all over his desk, “and throwing it out the window, literally!” Nathan shakes his head but smiles, looking back up to meet his temporary assistant’s gaze.
“Oh, I know how you feel. I had to read fifty-six pages in Chinese about the Chinese Energy—-” She paused and smiled sweetly. “Well, you don’t need to know about that, do you?” Perhaps she should have taken that as a sign that she was spending far too much time around Mycroft for her own good. She was even beginning to sound like him with the way she cut herself off.
“Drinks sound fantastic, actually,” Anthea agreed with a slight nod. “You look like you could use more than a couple and who am I to turn down drinks with a handsome man? Have anywhere specific in mind?” As she spoke, she glanced down at her phone, frowning when she still didn’t see a message from either her sister or Sasan. She was starting to get worried, but wasn’t in the mood to start another argument with either of them.
He looked interested in what she had to say, he was always interested in what she said, about work, parents, family. He liked her, as a friend, and business partner, he really didn’t know if the feelings were anything more than that, but time would tell. “I wouldn’t mind.” He says honestly, making himself busy with putting the papers in their proper file.
“There’s a place down the street I go to sometimes, when I can,” which meant when he wasn’t being attacked by people. Later at night reporters usually strayed away. He smiled, finished up and just left everything on the desk. He grabbed his suit coat and pulled it on, “I can just leave all of this here, no one will bother it.”
As he spoke, she watched him for subtle changes in facial expression that could help clue her into what was going on in his mind behind the words. The way he said ‘when I can’, for example, told her that he was rarely able to go there, at least without some sort of headache involved. It was the way the corner of his mouth turned down just a fraction that added more meaning. Catching herself in her train of thought, she winced slightly. There was definitely too much of her time being spent around her other boss.
“Sounds perfect. First round is on me, by the way. I owe you for having to cancel on you before. My sister has been…going through a rather rough time. She and my nephew are in LA right now with her fiance.” Even though the older version of her nephew was still missing, she didn’t mention it. It was likely he didn’t remember her saying it. “Speaking of siblings, how is Peter?”
New York
It had taken a bit of ingenuity to move her schedule around back in London, but she managed to give herself a week off to come to New York. She had promised Nathan she would help him with his campaign, although why American politicians felt the need to campaign for so long was beyond her. Honestly, wouldn’t the general population get tired of the advertisements and debates by the time the election came even remotely near?
All the same, she arrived at his office, dressed in her favorite pinstripe skirt and matching blazer with a black blouse underneath. After being thoroughly examined by security, she made her way up to his office and knocked on the door twice, waiting for permission to enter.
Nathan was looking over papers, always working, it had always been that way too. Staring over documents and things he had to read for debates, it was all so tiring, but his mothers persistent nagging, trying to get him to be energetic about all this, perhaps was a bit worse than actually having to do it.
He heard the knock and set the papers down in their files, “Door’s open.” Of course it was, he didn’t think he was even allowed to lock it. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair and then fixed his red and blue tie. It was obvious he was a bit worn out about all this, all of this and Bennet’s work, which was also his mother’s, Peter’s, Sylar’s, everything and everyone seemed to be coming together again, which scared him.
Upon gaining permission to enter, Anthea pushes the door open and offers him a sympathetic smile, closing the door once she’s inside the office. “You know, I’m not sure which is more baffling: the fact that you American politicians feel the need to campaign for a year before elections or the fact that everybody seems to be enthralled with my accent. I actually got a marriage proposal from some random bloke on my way here. Is that normal?”
She could tell he was exhausted and worn thin, so she tried to start their meeting on a lighter note. Perhaps laughing at the differences between the two countries or the strange nutters that seemed to roam the streets. All the same, she planned on getting him out of the office by a decent time that evening. There was no sense in him working himself into a coma this early in the election season.
He smiled to know it was Anthea, who really was the only person he’d like the company of, besides Peter of course. But even then… Everyone else was so tiring to be around. “Both are pretty normal.” He chuckles, “Just the way our government is I guess, and how our civilians are to gorgeous Brits.” He stands from his hair and fixes the pesky tie once again.
“You can sit, if you’d like, or we can get out of here- get a drink or something. I’m just about beat, ready to throw all of this,” he gestures to the papers scattered all over his desk, “and throwing it out the window, literally!” Nathan shakes his head but smiles, looking back up to meet his temporary assistant’s gaze.
“Oh, I know how you feel. I had to read fifty-six pages in Chinese about the Chinese Energy—-” She paused and smiled sweetly. “Well, you don’t need to know about that, do you?” Perhaps she should have taken that as a sign that she was spending far too much time around Mycroft for her own good. She was even beginning to sound like him with the way she cut herself off.
“Drinks sound fantastic, actually,” Anthea agreed with a slight nod. “You look like you could use more than a couple and who am I to turn down drinks with a handsome man? Have anywhere specific in mind?” As she spoke, she glanced down at her phone, frowning when she still didn’t see a message from either her sister or Sasan. She was starting to get worried, but wasn’t in the mood to start another argument with either of them.
New York
It had taken a bit of ingenuity to move her schedule around back in London, but she managed to give herself a week off to come to New York. She had promised Nathan she would help him with his campaign, although why American politicians felt the need to campaign for so long was beyond her. Honestly, wouldn’t the general population get tired of the advertisements and debates by the time the election came even remotely near?
All the same, she arrived at his office, dressed in her favorite pinstripe skirt and matching blazer with a black blouse underneath. After being thoroughly examined by security, she made her way up to his office and knocked on the door twice, waiting for permission to enter.
Nathan was looking over papers, always working, it had always been that way too. Staring over documents and things he had to read for debates, it was all so tiring, but his mothers persistent nagging, trying to get him to be energetic about all this, perhaps was a bit worse than actually having to do it.
He heard the knock and set the papers down in their files, “Door’s open.” Of course it was, he didn’t think he was even allowed to lock it. He sighed and ran his hand through his hair and then fixed his red and blue tie. It was obvious he was a bit worn out about all this, all of this and Bennet’s work, which was also his mother’s, Peter’s, Sylar’s, everything and everyone seemed to be coming together again, which scared him.
Upon gaining permission to enter, Anthea pushes the door open and offers him a sympathetic smile, closing the door once she’s inside the office. “You know, I’m not sure which is more baffling: the fact that you American politicians feel the need to campaign for a year before elections or the fact that everybody seems to be enthralled with my accent. I actually got a marriage proposal from some random bloke on my way here. Is that normal?”
She could tell he was exhausted and worn thin, so she tried to start their meeting on a lighter note. Perhaps laughing at the differences between the two countries or the strange nutters that seemed to roam the streets. All the same, she planned on getting him out of the office by a decent time that evening. There was no sense in him working himself into a coma this early in the election season.
New York
It had taken a bit of ingenuity to move her schedule around back in London, but she managed to give herself a week off to come to New York. She had promised Nathan she would help him with his campaign, although why American politicians felt the need to campaign for so long was beyond her. Honestly, wouldn’t the general population get tired of the advertisements and debates by the time the election came even remotely near?
All the same, she arrived at his office, dressed in her favorite pinstripe skirt and matching blazer with a black blouse underneath. After being thoroughly examined by security, she made her way up to his office and knocked on the door twice, waiting for permission to enter.
