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Post by demikara on Feb 24, 2020 20:11:41 GMT -6
"You aren't." He pointed out. "And you had no choice. Just. Take the journals Catherine." He stood, banana bread untouched, and finished off his drink. "Keep them safe." He headed out, dropping his cup off at one of the stations as he left. Little to no contact was probably the best bet for a long time, wasn't it? IT hadn't been her fault. She'd had no choice. But he should have kept this as a work only meeting.
He should have just had his assistant run them over. But he had wanted a break.
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Post by Circe on Feb 25, 2020 17:54:06 GMT -6
Catherine frowned, unsure of what else to say. It seemed that she had more than struck a nerve with Tyrus, not only in the means of addressing him outside of the court, but also her reluctance to speak of what had happened. Granted, she had come expecting a brief business meeting anyway, not whatever that had turned into. 'Just like every other relationship of yours... this one has turned to shit.' She thought to herself looking at the untouched bread on the plate across from her.
Sighing, she stood and red leather bound journals off the table in front of her. It wouldn't do to linger, and given how eagerly Cedar Ridge had been gunning for her and others it would just serve to make her a target.
The journals however, had appeared fairly innocuous at first glance. But if Tyrus's implications were anything, then they were far from it. If they had been as harmless as they looked, he wouldn't have demanded that she be the one to turn them over to.
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