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[jacksonian]

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[wizzardly]

Oh, you know... ruin someone's plans and they think that means you've earned new management.

[light, vague, and tired.]

Anyway, this should mean I can vest with you now, doesn't it?

[jacksonian]

[ Automatically: ]

Invest.

[ And then a pause as he debates whether or not to say anything. Whether or not he should...Hesitantly, finally, he says: ]

So then - Lucifer is...trying to tell you what to do?

[wizzardly]

Invest, right.

[there's a pause on the line - just enough time for an inner debate which is perhaps a little late.]

..."Trying". Possibly. It's - complicated. [and completely awful.] I'd rather even that be kept between us, if you don't mind.

But, ah, the money? I can still take your offer?

[jacksonian]

Yeah, uh...Yeah. You can. Minimum of five hundred dollars.

[ He swallows. Another one, then. Another one that Lucifer has claimed, just because of his connection to the Barrayarans. ]

How is it, uh...complicated, though?

[wizzardly]

Differences in opinion. [a little tightly.] Sorry, this isn't exactly a favorite topic of mine. Anyway, I expect the whole thing to blow over.

And I was thinking eight thousand, actually. Would that be all right?

[jacksonian]

...Yeah. I'll get you a good return on investment. You'll get rich before long. I'm going to invest in some restaurants - they're high-risk, but really high return, too.

[wizzardly]

Whatever you think best, I trust you.

I'll have it sent over. [once he figures out how to do that.]

[jacksonian]

[ Bluntly: ]

Do you know how?

[wizzardly]

Not even slightly.

[jacksonian]

Yeah. Why don't you come to my office? I'll show you.

[wizzardly]

Oh, all right. If you think that'll be easier. Should I come now?