Post by Lovely on Jul 27, 2009 13:37:58 GMT -5
September 24, 2008
5:20pm
Veinna Estate - Scarlatto's Office
Scotty's feet were on the desk as he lounged behind the cloud of the freshly lit cigar, listening to Hans with a cold stare and a slight grin. The match was more than agreeable and damnit he'd never seen Mandy so happy, but as Mirabella's father, Dr Hansbroughar had never been so disagreeable... except that he was German which couldn't be helped. Scotty's feet slowly sank toward the floor as he leaned up onto the desk, putting the cigar down to fold his fingers gently. "So.. you're threatening -me-?" He almost chuckled but he wasn't amused enough. "You're threatening me, negotiating your daughter's happiness over contracts?"
Hans was familiar with Scarlatto and his family and he knew how they handled things, he was scared but his daughter was more important. "Hmmm.." He seemed to ponder what Scotty had said but his expression showed he had his mind made up. "More like - you keep your brother the hell away from my daughter!" His voice rose only a slight bit to make his point and then lowered to whisper the rest. ".. or I will expose you and your secrets to the world.."
"Expose m-..?" He lost the words in a chuckle of disbelief. The laugh all but vanished. "My secrets? Those same secrets that tie the respected Hansbroughar name to this bad thing, that bad thing, this other scandal.. oh and that one over there? You go wherever I go, Hans, but... hmm.. alright. You just go ahead and do that," he said, putting the cigar back in the grin.
"I'm not bluffing Veinna.. your brother better stay the hell away from my daughter!" He was pointing at the other man now as Scotty seemed to finally be paying attention and taking him seriously.
He glanced at the pointing gesture then back to the man's face. "Better not say anything foolish... like over your dead body," he smirked, blowing his smoke at the man before leaning back again to watch him carefully. "You forget. Like you, he's a doctor - a notable one, a well respected geneticist and lecturer. He's a fine man. Don't you agree?"
Hans stared at the man across from him, trying to gauge Scotty's temper and mood. "Sure.. yeah.. if it keeps her away from him.. then yes, over my dead body.. over my wife's and over Mira's." He put emphasis on his daughter's name to get his point clearly across. "I don't care what image he puts forth.. he's not having my daughter!"
Have you told -them- that? Scotty mused silently to himself, watching the man's pressure valve come closer to bursting. "I tell you what, Hans... get off my estate, get off my property, get off my brother's case and cut your daughter a little slack and let her grow up a little bit. You may not have noticed, but she seems to like it here better than under your roof and under my roof, I'm in charge and my rules are... leave them be."
"Damnit Veinna.. I forbid it.. you hear me.. he doesn't call her, he doesn't see her.. he doesn't think about her! Your rules apply to your house.. this is my daughter and I will not let him ruin her! There are plenty of debutantes eager to lift their skirts for any one remotely connected to the Veinna name.. he can have anyone he wants.. he doesn't need Mira!"
"Armand Baltassar Veinna... has never, in his life, been observed nor considered a skirt chaser, Hans. He doesn't need to call her and can't help but see her and think about her since he's paid more attention to her in her grief and has taken more time than her oh-so-caring father to understand that she is a human being in need of compassion. Now get out of my office. Do what you think you need to do, but the girl stays where she wants to and she and my brother are both grown enough to decide for themselves. This conversation is over."
"You may thank your brother and your arrogance for everything that happens from here on out. Good day mister Veinna."
"Hopefully for one hell of a wedding.... something else Italians do better than Germans," he muttered the second half.
"Over my dead body! I mean it Veinna -there is no way I will ever let that happen.. even if it means i have to bring your family down!" He stormed out of the office, letting the door bang into the wall loudly.
His eyebrow raised with his level of amusement as the intercom was pressed. "Boys, please see that Dr. Hansbroughar leaves the grounds immediately. If he comes back... be creative."
5:20pm
Veinna Estate - Scarlatto's Office
Scotty's feet were on the desk as he lounged behind the cloud of the freshly lit cigar, listening to Hans with a cold stare and a slight grin. The match was more than agreeable and damnit he'd never seen Mandy so happy, but as Mirabella's father, Dr Hansbroughar had never been so disagreeable... except that he was German which couldn't be helped. Scotty's feet slowly sank toward the floor as he leaned up onto the desk, putting the cigar down to fold his fingers gently. "So.. you're threatening -me-?" He almost chuckled but he wasn't amused enough. "You're threatening me, negotiating your daughter's happiness over contracts?"
Hans was familiar with Scarlatto and his family and he knew how they handled things, he was scared but his daughter was more important. "Hmmm.." He seemed to ponder what Scotty had said but his expression showed he had his mind made up. "More like - you keep your brother the hell away from my daughter!" His voice rose only a slight bit to make his point and then lowered to whisper the rest. ".. or I will expose you and your secrets to the world.."
"Expose m-..?" He lost the words in a chuckle of disbelief. The laugh all but vanished. "My secrets? Those same secrets that tie the respected Hansbroughar name to this bad thing, that bad thing, this other scandal.. oh and that one over there? You go wherever I go, Hans, but... hmm.. alright. You just go ahead and do that," he said, putting the cigar back in the grin.
"I'm not bluffing Veinna.. your brother better stay the hell away from my daughter!" He was pointing at the other man now as Scotty seemed to finally be paying attention and taking him seriously.
He glanced at the pointing gesture then back to the man's face. "Better not say anything foolish... like over your dead body," he smirked, blowing his smoke at the man before leaning back again to watch him carefully. "You forget. Like you, he's a doctor - a notable one, a well respected geneticist and lecturer. He's a fine man. Don't you agree?"
Hans stared at the man across from him, trying to gauge Scotty's temper and mood. "Sure.. yeah.. if it keeps her away from him.. then yes, over my dead body.. over my wife's and over Mira's." He put emphasis on his daughter's name to get his point clearly across. "I don't care what image he puts forth.. he's not having my daughter!"
Have you told -them- that? Scotty mused silently to himself, watching the man's pressure valve come closer to bursting. "I tell you what, Hans... get off my estate, get off my property, get off my brother's case and cut your daughter a little slack and let her grow up a little bit. You may not have noticed, but she seems to like it here better than under your roof and under my roof, I'm in charge and my rules are... leave them be."
"Damnit Veinna.. I forbid it.. you hear me.. he doesn't call her, he doesn't see her.. he doesn't think about her! Your rules apply to your house.. this is my daughter and I will not let him ruin her! There are plenty of debutantes eager to lift their skirts for any one remotely connected to the Veinna name.. he can have anyone he wants.. he doesn't need Mira!"
"Armand Baltassar Veinna... has never, in his life, been observed nor considered a skirt chaser, Hans. He doesn't need to call her and can't help but see her and think about her since he's paid more attention to her in her grief and has taken more time than her oh-so-caring father to understand that she is a human being in need of compassion. Now get out of my office. Do what you think you need to do, but the girl stays where she wants to and she and my brother are both grown enough to decide for themselves. This conversation is over."
"You may thank your brother and your arrogance for everything that happens from here on out. Good day mister Veinna."
"Hopefully for one hell of a wedding.... something else Italians do better than Germans," he muttered the second half.
"Over my dead body! I mean it Veinna -there is no way I will ever let that happen.. even if it means i have to bring your family down!" He stormed out of the office, letting the door bang into the wall loudly.
His eyebrow raised with his level of amusement as the intercom was pressed. "Boys, please see that Dr. Hansbroughar leaves the grounds immediately. If he comes back... be creative."