Expert opinion, indeed. He had a way with words. He was a smooth talker, the sort who could slip all sorts of things in without you noticing if you weren't careful. Zhi could appreciate that in a man, but only in the kind that weren't terribly dangerous. It was likely to make things difficult for her, and only time would tell if that difficulty was fun, or just a pain in her ass.
Still, she had her usefulness and this was the time to prove it to him. They both had things the other wanted, but there was always a chance of double-crossing. Wouldn't that just be such fun if he used her contacts to get established and then dumped her out? The problem with being a runner was that it was sometimes expected that you were doublecrossed; none of the big players much cared if their compatriots screwed over the lesser pawns. Indeed, in some circles such bloodthirstiness was looked upon with respect.
She needed him to need her -- as much as she needed his offerings. Inessa was part of that. The rest was just being rutting good at her job.
So she listed the safest to interact with, the easiest to gobble up, the ones who she knew to be in trouble. Those that were connected to the barons or those who had near power to the barons were saved for last, but she still told him. She'd wait and see how he used it. And then. . . then they might have more to talk about.
"Anythin' else ye've need o' hearin'? Or, now we're talkin', anythin' ye've need o' me t'know? Afore I go an' fetch th' muzzled bitch."
Still, she had her usefulness and this was the time to prove it to him. They both had things the other wanted, but there was always a chance of double-crossing. Wouldn't that just be such fun if he used her contacts to get established and then dumped her out? The problem with being a runner was that it was sometimes expected that you were doublecrossed; none of the big players much cared if their compatriots screwed over the lesser pawns. Indeed, in some circles such bloodthirstiness was looked upon with respect.
She needed him to need her -- as much as she needed his offerings. Inessa was part of that. The rest was just being rutting good at her job.
So she listed the safest to interact with, the easiest to gobble up, the ones who she knew to be in trouble. Those that were connected to the barons or those who had near power to the barons were saved for last, but she still told him. She'd wait and see how he used it. And then. . . then they might have more to talk about.
"Anythin' else ye've need o' hearin'? Or, now we're talkin', anythin' ye've need o' me t'know? Afore I go an' fetch th' muzzled bitch."
