All those years they'd spent together, speaking in hushed tones under the blanket of stolen shadows, it had always seemed like the arrangement between them would be a partnership. Now Tseng is watching from afar as Rufus uproots the company without his consultation. It feels like a barb, one that he wholly deserves, no less. He spends much of his time contemplating how Rufus must feel exactly the way he does now, cut off and cast in darkness, the last one privvy to major corporate decisions.
It is a very Rufus move, and Tseng appreciates it for that, at least.
He stands when Rufus enters. His president sets the tone, so he follows suit, bowing slightly, greeting him with, "Welcome, Mr. President. Thank you for joining me."
It is a silly game, he thinks, but he has no recourse. Dark Nation seems to pick up on the tension between them, her tail swishing for a moment when she recognizes Tseng, then curving, her muscles tensing as she reads her master's energy. Much as she knows and abides by Tseng, he knows that she would not hesitate to snap at his throat if Rufus was to give the order.
She's a better dog than he, certainly.
He steps around his desk and pulls out a chair for Rufus to settle in, placing a cell phone on the desk before it.
"We've altered our network, as you've no doubt surmised. I thought that this might offer you the transparency you desire." He sweeps his fingers over the device, setting it alight. "You will have unrestricted access to all official Turk operations with this."
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It is a very Rufus move, and Tseng appreciates it for that, at least.
He stands when Rufus enters. His president sets the tone, so he follows suit, bowing slightly, greeting him with, "Welcome, Mr. President. Thank you for joining me."
It is a silly game, he thinks, but he has no recourse. Dark Nation seems to pick up on the tension between them, her tail swishing for a moment when she recognizes Tseng, then curving, her muscles tensing as she reads her master's energy. Much as she knows and abides by Tseng, he knows that she would not hesitate to snap at his throat if Rufus was to give the order.
She's a better dog than he, certainly.
He steps around his desk and pulls out a chair for Rufus to settle in, placing a cell phone on the desk before it.
"We've altered our network, as you've no doubt surmised. I thought that this might offer you the transparency you desire." He sweeps his fingers over the device, setting it alight. "You will have unrestricted access to all official Turk operations with this."