Orrell's face was bathed in blue light from his welding rod, it reflecting off his welding goggles as he sealed droids housing together. all manner of tools and parts lay neatly around his workshop, everything had its proper place, it's own assigned area and that the way he liked it, preparation and origination were the keys to success and he was intent on succeeding in life.
"Master, your three o'clock appointment is has arrived" announced coming as in entered from the door of the front end of his business, Atlan turned of the welding rod while he removed his goggles and twisted his wrist to see his Chronometer to check the time
"Thank you, S3 you are dismissed" he replied before stand and removing his boilersuit to reveal more suitable clothing for this meeting.
He entered the front room to greet his guest "how May I help you, miss-" his eyes glanced at his datapad with all his appointment searching for her "I'm sorry, Docter Morata"
Heels clipped down a duracrete floor, amber eyes calm, cold. She had a droid, but repairs were not necessary, nor diagnostics. Long white hair was pulled back from sharp Arkanian-touched features. Golden eyes stared at the man before her. Where he seemed slightly grimy from his own work, she was crisply dressed, with a cream white shirt and pressed black slacks. "Mr. Atlan," she greeted coolly, inclining her head slightly.
"Thank you for penning me in for such short notice. If you wouldn't mind, however, I would like to take time from your business to discuss a lucrative arrangement. If you wouldn't mind."
One hand remained empty, but the other gripped her medical bag, staring at him with a calmness that defied her words. Most would be anxious, twitchy, but she simply waited as though they were discussing the weather.
He took her in for a second, his jump across her body scanning her, analysing her. Clothing, fine fabric, professional, rich? Hair, pulled back, simple, manageable. eyes, golden, interesting. Calm, not nervous, confident, experienced? Medical bag, what for? related to her offer? conclusion: An opportunity.
A smile pulled at one edge of his lips as he put the datapad down and learnt on the countertop, his finger interlocking. "An arrangement?" he leant in towards her, his voice as cold and as calm as hers "What kind of An arrangement, Dr Morata?"
She gave a bland smile to his cold rejoinder, head tilted slightly as she eyed him coolly. "Call it an interest of joint venture. Perhaps best discussed in private?" she responded, shifting on her feet to regard his workshop. "Unless you have no interest of expansion. Though perhaps... a contact might be necessary?"
He of course planned on expansion, his current place of work was a stepping stone, a placeholder while he planned his revenge, reclaimed what was rightfully his. Her offer was still vague though there was still enough information to raise his interest and suspicions of her and her motives.
"Of course" he replied to her mention of privacy. The door to his workshop opened at the press of a button "please follow me" he said leading the way. He didn't have a desk there wasn't room for one and he only had swivel stools for them to sit on but it would work for now.
"Sorry for the lack of furniture, space is rather tight" he brought the stools to the centre of the room and sat on one. "before we begin would you like a drink? Caf perhaps?"
She could sense his suspicion, his curiosity as he allowed her into his own private office, amber eyes noting his surroundings, their atmosphere. Ambition. Desire. Lust. He has it all at his fingertips... I wonder how long he will be content to sit here and wait before those ambitions consume him, she thought idly, perching on the other stool with a brief shake of her head.
"No thank you, but the offer is appreciated. If you have any questions about what I've stated, ask away. I'm sure you'd want to know specifications."
His fingers interlocked as his hand rested on his lap, she wanted him to ask questions yet she hadn't even given a single idea what this joint venture was about. if this was her business pitch it needed work.
"Well to ask questions, Dr Morata, I need to know what exactly are you offering, what is this joint venture you speak of, you act if I should already know what you mean but I don't, so be clear. what is it your offering me?"
He abhorred his time being wasted, so he always to point when it was his business hours. If she came here with nothing but honey words and an idea he would be more than annoyed.
She smiled coldly, observing his every movement with acute study. "A merger of interests," she answered simply, pulling out a datasheet. "I'm sure your interests in business expansion goes far further than simply working with an office closet in the back; I can loan you a certain amount, pending a down payment, for a secondary shop, business associates, and exclusive access to exporting your brand to a bigger holonet audience."
A hand clasped his chin as Orrell lent back in contemplation at the offer, it was an appealing one, she was offering to be a Business Angel, giving him the capital he would need for his own plans though her conditions were unnecessary things once he got his brother out the picture.
A counteroffer was beginning to form in his mind, though he was at a disadvantage he didn't know who he was dealing with exactly and only had information that he could summerise is that she knew who he was and his history, since no one makes an offer like she did unless she's done her homework. so he would have to be careful in his choice words until he knew more about her
Orrell leant forward back to his original position "That is a... generous proposal but i have my own plans for expansion. though I would need the capital your offering to successfully complete that expansion" he took in a deep breath he didn't like talking about his brother or how he was cheated of his inheritance.
"I presume you know of my half-brother and how he cheated me out of my inheritance. ever since i left university has been increasingly becoming paranoid that several board members and his employees are helping me planning a hostile takeover. Be is correct but I'm only working with one board member. My godfather. His increasingly erratic behaviours are starting to spread doubts on his leadership of the company. i need the money your offering to 'increase' these doubts"
He was planning to sabotage company in many ways and hopeful drive his brother's paranoia through the roof to point the boards has a no-confidence vote and places him as the new CEO.
"of course repay the loan however you see fit, stocks perhaps?"
That was the primary conclusion that Ilana could gather; the man thought that by staging a corporate coup she would be content with a few stocks and a pat on the head; either he was cheap or an idiot, and either one left a sour tang in the back of her throat. Amber eyes blinked once, coldly, before her voice came through, crisp and cold.
"Let me get this straight. You want to know my resources, and aim to use my own business to 'cheat' someone out of their elected position for his business, and conveniently stage a coup for your convenience? Do I have that right?" She tilted her head, but continued, not even waiting a response.
"If there's anything I despise more than lying, it's underhandedness and an inability to pay the proper price. You seek to sabotage, then you must give proof to me that you can even repay anything to my debt. A position as a stockholder will not do. I will instead take 40% of your stocks and shares, and a position as a member of the board, if you can prove vested compound interest with your own management at the helm, and a promised business merger with Morata Corp with the purchase of my base of business. If you cannot give me a good bargain on the front of a corporate coup, I may only offer instead a merger of your business and a loan for expansion on a Core World. Do we have a deal?"
Orrell waited for to her finish counter offer, though he would be lying that the assaults on his character didn't sting him, he had been anything but underhanded, he had been forthright, he clearly stated his future objectives and why was she so concerned about usurping a usurper. His goal was righteous but she didn't seem to understand that.
Perhaps it was a miscalculation to tell her but the loth cat was out of the bag per the saying and he wasn't going to let what was rightful his be taken away from him.
"You wound me," he placed his hand over his heart, playing up his emotion "I have been nothing but forthright with you but if my plan is unpalatable to you, I will accept your offer of a merger with your business and the loan for expansion. Agreed?" he brought up a hand for a handshake.
Her features remained impassive as he spoke about being forthright; not necessarily the truth, but she hardly cared one way or the other. It didn't matter if the business his brother owned was 'his by right', corporate coups like that were utterly distasteful in her own opinion.
"I'll draft the contract and send it to you in the morning," she rasped, grasping his hand and giving it a brief, firm shake. "With that underway. I beg your pardon, but I also have business elsewhere. May we meet again, Orell Atlan," she replied quietly, then rising to grasp her bag. "Unless there was anything else you wanted to know?"