Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-26104528-20150928195402/@comment-26130256-20151204060526

"Fair enough," Azulius shrugged, taking a seat closer to the door. After a few minutes of practicing with his cards, he was already bored. He would have loved to get involved in that meeting, but security seemed tight, and something with that glass door was throwing off his lip-reading skills.

What to do, what to do, he thought. ''I can't open the door from here, and going loud would not end well in this place. But what if I got them to open the door from the other side? She's a director, so I wonder...''

"Hold these, Stella," he rose to his feet, tossing the tigress his cards. "I have to go make a call."

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"In addition to that 51%," Trigo's hologram added, sipping his coffe-liquor mix. "My niece and several of her friends tell me they bought up 8% of the shares on their own.  They're willing to sell us back 7 of those percents once things stabilize.  Unless of course, you wish to extend an offer now."

"Also, I called in some favors here and tripled our security at the Vacuo factory.  Just in case this mess is part of a larger operation.  No signs of trouble yet, but I feel some paranoia is a little justified at this point." Part of the enforcer vibrated, and he reached for his scroll. "Sorry about this, but this may be urgent." Trigo stepped away from the hologram, and the board heard several urgent-sounding whispers. He stepped back, his face grim.

"Director Hargreave," he gestured to the woman. "My nephew and several of your people are outside the conference room at Coronado.  They have some rather... significant news for us.  Would you kindly let them in?"

(Azulius Cardamom.  Huntsman-in-training, cardsharp, and time saver extrordinaire!)