quarantuno || video

[betrayedblade]

[The image is blurry and bouncing around wildly as the person carrying it runs with light footfalls. It's impossible to tell how agile and swift the person is from this viewpoint but he's running across rooftops with much ease. Then there is a thwomp of booted feet landing hard on pavement and then movement ceases and settles. The landing is perfect.

Shortly, Giovanni walks inside the Gohl and as he brings the device up to look at it a quick flash of the main room can be seen, then a slightly smirking face of the banker, then nothing as the device is turned off.]

Comments

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

Why do I suddenly feel like I'm being scolded...

I am in good shape! But...well--

Hey! What do you mean, "delegate!" I'm doing just fine!

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

That matters little. You cannot handle everything personally. Every good leader knows how to delegate certain responsibilities, and who to delegate them to specifically.

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

I suppose not.

[ ... ]

Like you, for instance?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

If you see it fit.

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

I already trust you with my life. Why wouldn't I?

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[That's a sweet sentiment. He doesn't comment on it and his tone doesn't hint at anything, but he appreciates it nevertheless.]

Then I won't object.

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

Wonderful.

[ Someone sounds relieved on this end. That's also him flopping over on the bed. ]

If it wouldn't be too much for you to keep an eye on things for a day or two... I think I'll be getting some much-needed rest.

[betrayedblade.livejournal.com]

[Ffffft. Yeah, or that works.]

...Very well.

[He'll keep an eye on things--his way.]

[crystal-eyed.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Giovanni.

[ He knows you won't disappoint. As for "his way," well. That might make him nervous. ]