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Post by Olivia Warren-Blye on Aug 24, 2015 0:16:38 GMT
If it hadn't been for the fact that Parker had seemed so utterly convinced that Riley was capable of any of the threats she had thrown at her, Liv probably wouldn't have thought anything of it. It was the lingering feeling that he was concerned that had forced her to start thinking of how exactly she was going to get back at her for everything that had been said. She had started by plotting through her normal solution to these problems and realized that Riley wasn't going to be easily swayed by the loss of her boyfriend. And quite frankly, she thought that it might have gone against her promise to Parker to try and maintain a normal relationship. Getting her a phenomenal job across the country had crossed her mind as well, but she felt like it too was a weak solution.
All things considered, the last person that Olivia had truly seen get under Riley's skin was Eliot Quinn. and he had done it so seamlessly and so effectively that she had actually been quite jealous of the entire situation.
It was that memory that had driven her to arrive at his office unannounced, figuring that for her, and for this project, he could make some time.
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Post by Eliot Quinn on Aug 24, 2015 0:44:42 GMT
Eliot was on the phone in his office when his secretary knocked on his door, glancing up and holding up an index finger irately, he turned his attention back to his call. "You can tell him if he wants to play hardball, I can play hardball, but it's going to end up costing him. You call him back and you remind him exactly who he's dealing with. I'll stay on the line."
He looked up at his assistant. "Olivia Warren is here to see you, she doesn't have an appointment."
"Send her in," he said quickly, his curiosity getting the best of him. "And get me a club soda, with lime."
Turning back to his phone call as the woman scurried away to show Olivia inside and ask her if she'd like something to drink.
"Dan, I don't give a fuck what your moral code is telling you. I'm not your Priest, I'm not your fucking fairy godmother. You signed a contract, a contract I wrote and I can tell you safely that if you try to back out on this deal, I will come after you and you won't work in this country again, let alone this city. Do you understand? ...Good, give my best to Cheryl and the kids," he mused before hanging up the phone and glancing up at the blonde.
"Miss. Warren, what a surprise," he said before huffing and shouting out the door. "The club soda?" Thirty seconds later, his secretary scurried in, placed it on his desk and rushed out. "Did we have an appointment that somehow got lost on my calendar?"
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Post by Olivia Warren-Blye on Aug 24, 2015 1:08:07 GMT
Olivia walked into Eliot's office and quickly found a smirk tugging at her lips. He certainly seemed to be the person that she wanted for this particular pet project of hers. She took a seat opposite his desk and crossed her legs, smirking in amusement. "No, just thought I might stop by and see if you might be interested in being propositioned," she was being intentionally coy and hoping that it would work to her advantage. "I have a fun little project that might be of interest to you."
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Post by Eliot Quinn on Aug 24, 2015 1:33:44 GMT
Eliot took a sip of his club soda, leaning back in his chair and watching Olivia Warren, his face impassive. While he didn't know the woman personally, he did keep his ear to the ground and was slightly confused on why she was actually there. When she said that she had a proposition, his eyebrows lifted for a moment before he reached to pull a file folder off of his desk. "Miss. Warren, if you're seeking counsel on something legal I'll warn you that as of right now you're not a client and thus cannot invoke attorney client privilege. If this is a social call, that I'd like to advise you that there are better times than during office hours. And if it's another issue all together, I advise you to cut to the chase," he nodded as he opened the file folder and reviewed its contents. It was actually nothing important, he just didn't particularly feel like feeding into this woman's game.
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Post by Olivia Warren-Blye on Aug 24, 2015 1:52:43 GMT
"It's Riley Nicholls," she started, uncrossing her legs and looking at him for a moment. "As I'm sure you know, she's become a bit of a problem recently and I think it's high time she remembers her place in the world." The particulars of her threats were losing their steam now, but the thing that she knew for sure was that she was growing tired of the little redhead making trouble for her. "Naturally," Liv added, "I thought that you might be at least somewhat interested in making sure she left the city for good."
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Post by Eliot Quinn on Aug 24, 2015 6:46:16 GMT
Eliot's eyebrow ticked up at the mention of his former law school classmate before he held his finger up at Liv, picked up the phone and dialed an extension. "Yeah, has Adam left for lunch already?" he asked, acutely aware of the fact that he shared a wall with Riley Nicholls' boyfriend. "No, no message. Just was curious."
Looking up at Liv as he hung up the phone he shook his head. "I don't know if you missed the sign on your way in that said Hunter, Quinn and Tyler, but for future reference, these conversations are best had outside of this building," he nodded, standing up to close his office door. "If anyone is to ask you what you were doing in this office, you came to see me regarding some language in the last will and testament of your very ill grandmother's estate," he explained, walking back to his desk to retrieve a handball that he kept there before leaning against the front of his desk, ankles crossed as he tossed the ball up in the air. "And before you ask whether I'm worried what Adam Tyler might do if he discovers that you came to me to plot against his annoyingly do-gooder girlfriend from the wrong side of the tracks, I'm not. But you don't launch an offensive by giving your opponent the opportunity to put on a defense. You wait until they're at their most vulnerable, you sweep out their legs from under them and you go for the jugular."
"Now," he continued. "I've already gotten Riley Nicholls out of my friend Garrett's campaign, he's polling significantly well since I dragged her name through the mud, and while she has always been a pebble in my shoe ever since she first walked into our first year Legal Practice Workshop at Columbia, at the moment it serves me no great purpose to further play with my table scraps. So why don't you tell me why you want to - what your great motivation is, what exactly you'd like to see happen and why you can't get it done on your own and I'll see how interested I am and if I have an hour free sometime soon to make it happen."
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Post by Olivia Warren-Blye on Aug 24, 2015 13:27:51 GMT
Olivia was growing tired of his holier-than-thou attitude. She had to admit that there was a certain advantage to involving him in the mix, considering the relationship that he did already have established with the offending woman. And truthfully, when it came down to the basics of the entire thing, she wasn’t sure that she necessarily cared for the etiquette that he seemed to think was required. Though, she countered, maybe that was where the two of them differed. She was much more of the mindset of doing now and thinking later, whereas he seemed to be the opposite.
“Look, I could really care less whether or not Adam Tyler is going to find my presence here suspicious. It’s really none of his concern what I, or you for that matter, do with our free time, is it?” She didn’t appreciate him making it seem like she had made a huge misstep in coming here. Especially when it had been out of desperation and a need for help. “And as for why I’m bothering to deal with such an arrogant arse in this whole mess, well that’s simple. She’s made a few threats that seem to have someone close to me concerned.” If had been entirely up to her she wasn’t sure that she would have even bothered, but she felt like she owed it to Parker to at least follow up on the threats that they had both received.
“Unfortunately, I fear that my particular methods for dealing with such problems will undoubtedly fall short.” Liv had highly doubted that she’d be able to place a wedge between the woman and her new boyfriend, nor that she could cause her to lose a job that she didn’t have in the first place. While she had powerful contacts and was sure that she could eventually make something work, she knew that Eliot had the power and the determination to do something much faster, and much more effectively. “Trust me, I take no pleasure in coming to you for assistance with this. However, I’m not too proud to admit that there are some things that might be out of my abilities.”
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Post by Eliot Quinn on Aug 24, 2015 15:43:56 GMT
Eliot’s eyes flashed with something akin to anger when Liv spoke to him. “First thing’s first,” he spat out. “Whatever it is you think that you’re playing at with Riley Nicholls, I’m going to let you know that she is most likely fully capable of any threat she made directed at you and your ‘friend.’ I say this because you should know exactly what you’re getting into. I don’t find Riley to be a nuisance because she’s just annoying. If I did it would be a waste of my time and energy to go after her at all. She graduated in the top of our class from Columbia Law and instead of going to one of the top firms in the city, she took a job with the DA, because she has convictions – she has beliefs and a prevailing sense of justice. Because of this, she does not make idle threats, she follows through. She refuses to accept her place in life and deal with it. That makes her incredibly dangerous, which is why I needed her out of my little political project.”
“So, yes. You’re damn right that your methods will fall short,” he nodded, smoothing his hand through his hair. “But, it just so happens I’ve heard through the grapevine that Riley’s been hired by Finn Industries. Which is bad for business for me. And perhaps I’m feeling benevolent because I might be willing to help.”
Pausing, he drummed his fingers against his desk. “Yes. Of course, I’ll probably need a favor from you as well.”
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Post by Olivia Warren-Blye on Aug 24, 2015 17:51:25 GMT
Olivia smirked hearing about the woman’s new-found role at Finn Industries. That, she realized, was a situation that she was fully up to manipulating. Her own history with Brandon Finn was something that she had no qualms in using to her advantage, even if he was sure to brush her off now that his own relationship status had changed. Combining what the man across her knew about Riley, the extents he was willing to go, and the information she had on Finn, she started to think of ways to use this new information when Eliot mentioned needing a favor. “A favor? What sort of favor could you possibly want from me?”
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Post by Eliot Quinn on Aug 24, 2015 21:56:20 GMT
He observed her for a moment before shrugging a shoulder up. "Any information that you have on Brandon Finn and Amber Jacobs," he stated plainly. "While I don't need to know frivolous details of their courtship, I also haven't known them nearly as long as you have. I retain some interests at Finn Industries, including a fair amount of stock, and frankly I think she clouds his judgment," his lips twisted into a smirk. "I would hate for that to end poorly for anyone at the company. Take some time to look into it," he nodded. "I'll take a bit of time to see just what I can do about Riley Nicholls."
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Post by Olivia Warren-Blye on Aug 24, 2015 23:10:41 GMT
Olivia laughed dryly. Of everything that he could have possibly asked for, this was easy. The biggest problem that she had with providing him with dirt on Brandon Finn and Amber Jacobs was that she simply did not know where to start. "Fine," she agreed. "Is that all?"
Though she sincerely hoped that it was. If that was the case, then it was going to be easy and she was going to be able to easily get exactly what she wanted with a minimal amount of effort.
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Post by Eliot Quinn on Aug 24, 2015 23:26:20 GMT
Eliot eyed her for a moment before shrugging a shoulder up. "Whatever you bring me on them, I want it to be good. Pretend whatever you would normally consider worthy of ruining them, and consider that a single bullet. I want to drop an atomic bomb on them," he nodded. "That's all. You can go now," he gestured to the door before walking around his desk again dropping into his seat and reaching for the file he'd been looking over.
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Post by Olivia Warren-Blye on Aug 25, 2015 12:53:20 GMT
For a brief moment she wasn't sure whether or not she trusted his motives - though she quickly reasoned that she wasn't sure that she should care. When it came down to it, what he did with the information that she provided was the least of her concerns, especially as she considered the people involved in it. "Quinn," she said as a way of dismissal, standing from her spot and brushing the wrinkles out of her skirt before showing herself the door.
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