Under New Management

Phoebe stared at the old man, wide-eyed and unconvinced. Had…had he called her a child? ”I wasn’t arguing, just stating some facts.” she said, a bit dryly, her arms crossing over her waist. Frankly she just didn’t buy it that Safrin was somehow involved in anything involving this place. She hadn’t been particularly impressed with it or with Bastien – if he died it just didn’t seem logical that she would care about it enough to send someone who espoused devotion to her to take it over. ”So Safrin sent you. Then you wouldn’t mind at all if I asked her that, that specifically she sent you to take this place over because Bastien died?” she said seriously. She was too emotionally exhausted to play games, so she was more than pleased to just get down to business to find out the truth. None of this added up to her, and she thought that could only mean this old man had something to hide. Phoebe I'll be your shoulder when you cry