Again, Lord frowned. There were rumors now, rumors that she had indeed claimed her father’s seat, alongside Nik, but they were rumors HOPE had not yet substantiated. The Marrocks had been a thorn in HOPE’s side for as long Lord had been part of the organization, and while Nik might have been easier to manipulate than Donnovan, she would not be. While it might be to HOPE’s benefit to pit Channon against Marrock as had been the case for years, too much infighting between she and Donn would generate chaos that might make HOPE’s hold on power difficult to sustain. It would be best if Donn was allowed complete control of LaGuardia…even if he was a trickier, more unstable tool to manipulate and control. “It will take time…” “I don’t have time…” “The loss of General Warby will sting. As conservative as the Council is, it will need time to see the logic of what you request…” “If you come, Nik will have no choice. He will see I have HOPE’s approval, their support…” Something changed on Lord’s face, a barely perceptible shift in expression that Donn could not identify. Whatever it was, whatever it meant, Lord stood up, straightened his suit jacket, and said, “Come…we will give the Council our recommendations together with your report. They will want to know what you found…and what happened to the general and your father. They will need reason to support you. Do you think you can give them that?” “I can give then LaGuardia. Will that be enough?” Lord’s smile was small and enigmatic. “Perhaps.”
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Date: 2024-12-29 09:37 pm (UTC)It would be best if Donn was allowed complete control of LaGuardia…even if he was a trickier, more unstable tool to manipulate and control.
“It will take time…”
“I don’t have time…”
“The loss of General Warby will sting. As conservative as the Council is, it will need time to see the logic of what you request…”
“If you come, Nik will have no choice. He will see I have HOPE’s approval, their support…”
Something changed on Lord’s face, a barely perceptible shift in expression that Donn could not identify. Whatever it was, whatever it meant, Lord stood up, straightened his suit jacket, and said, “Come…we will give the Council our recommendations together with your report. They will want to know what you found…and what happened to the general and your father. They will need reason to support you. Do you think you can give them that?”
“I can give then LaGuardia. Will that be enough?”
Lord’s smile was small and enigmatic. “Perhaps.”