5.16 – Talking Business II

5.16 – Talking Business II

The proposition was so ridiculous it almost didn't process. Natalie stared at Elida, the words failing to make sense.

"What," Natalie said. "Is that some kind of joke?"

"Oh, don't think so lowly of yourself," Elida said. "It's not that far-fetched I'd want to take a chance on upcoming talent. Even someone like ..." Her eyes flicked up and down Natalie. "Well, you."

Natalie laughed. There was a certain art form in how fluidly Elida could find the bitchiest possible thing to say—and how to say it. She considered how to respond, then laughed a second time.

What was there to say? The answer was so obviously 'no' that it was comical to even entertain the idea.

To Natalie's delight, her amused incredulity turned out to be the best response she could give. A flicker of genuine annoyance crossed Elida's face.

"You would be wise not to dismiss the idea outright," Elida said, keeping a level tone. "Previous hostilities notwithstanding. Surely you see the merit of the offer."

So the proposal was genuine? But why? And Elida was even trying to convince her—if not in the most friendly of ways. Surely Elida wasn't that impressed at her recent performances, or their team's progress through the dungeon. They were doing well, but not that well. Not outwardly, at least.

Was something more going on?

"Don't you already have a tank?" Natalie asked. She wasn't entertaining the idea of joining, but she wanted to pry for more information.

"For now." Elida tilted her head. "What does that have to do with anything?"

So, she'd be willing to drop Otto, just like that. Natalie wondered if he even knew this conversation was taking place. She assumed not. Elida didn't seem the type to care remotely about something like camaraderie—and sticking together for the sake of loyalty. She really was a piece of work.

"Why would I even want to join you?" Natalie asked. Heeding Jordan's advice to at least some degree, she cut off the closing remark of, 'You conniving bitch?'

Elida rolled her eyes. "Why would you want to join the clearly best-performing party of our year? Hm, I wonder. I assume to have even gotten to Tenet, considering your lack of pedigree—"Upstodatee from n(0)/ve/lbIn/.(co/m

"Pedigree?"

"—that you have a few ambitious bones in your body. With that in mind, you would go much further with us than that ragtag group."

Natalie's thoughts raced. She knew this was another calculated move. Elida, putting her off-foot for the eighth time in a row, and this time by using her body rather than words. But just because Natalie knew her opponent's game didn't mean she wasn't weak to it. Her head was already spinning from Elida's earlier implications—that she knew something about Natalie's class, and perhaps not just that, but how she'd gotten it, too. The situation with the Bestower. So having Elida, whom Natalie had already reluctantly acknowledged as being an extremely beautiful woman, suddenly pressing into her while making suggestive propositions was more than a little compromising.

But being so easily played with again made a sudden heat surge through Natalie. She growled, grabbed Elida by the waist, and shoved her into the nearest wall—not so gently. Elida, at least, finally gave a reaction that didn't seem perfectly in control: Natalie towered over her, the redhead's eyes going wide in surprise.

Except, even if anger had forced her to act, she was still floundering. How had Elida known about the Bestower? Did she know anything, really? And to what extent, if so?

Plus, standing there, the realization of what she'd done hit Natalie. She had just grabbed and shoved into a wall, roughly and with intent to intimidate, a woman from one of the most important—and dangerous—families in the world.

Insulting Elida was one level of stupidity, but this was another entirely.

Elida's expression suggested she agreed. The surprise passed quickly, morphing into a cold heat that radiated from her. She surveyed Natalie, unbothered by her proximity, and certainly not intimidated.

"I will forgive," she said slowly, "a breach of decorum from a woman who clearly doesn't understand what it is. But my tolerance only extends so far. Get off of me, Natalie."

For a second, Natalie considered ignoring her. Her thoughts continued to spiral.

"Why did you bring up the Bestower?" she asked.

"This isn't how these games are played, Natalie."

Fuming, Natalie debated what to do. Several long seconds stretched, but reluctantly, she stepped back. She knew she'd crossed a line. She couldn't go shoving people into walls and trying to intimidate them. Much less a Parda-Halt.

Elida smoothed her uniform off, seeming, once again, unperturbed.

"You're potentially about to be a very important person, Natalie," Elida said. "Any delver of significant advancement is, and I sense there's something special about you. Hence my offer." She leveled a significant look. "And my questions."

Again, teasing Natalie that she knew something. But how could she possibly know about the Bestower? Had she guessed, somehow, the origin of Natalie's class? Had she learned something about the waking Passions? Natalie's circumstances in a generalized sense? Maybe Natalie's situation wasn't as unique as she had assumed, and families like the Parda-Halts had information on it? If anyone would, it would be one of the five major families. Then again, Liz, a Beaumon, hadn't.

"You can't just force what you want out of people," Elida continued, her tone calm, even politely instructive, like she was offering friendly wisdom to Natalie. "You need to learn a subtler touch. Brutes can be efficient at times, certainly, but skilled, delicate touches, just as often. If not more." Her lips quirked. "I'm sure you can agree." She ran her eyes up and down Natalie, making the innuendo clear. Natalie's shove really hadn't done much to disorient her. "You would have a lot to learn from me, if I were your ally. So, really. Consider the offer. It stands. Give it the thought it deserves. It will be, I suspect, one of the more important decisions in your life."

She turned and made to leave, but abruptly paused.

"Oh, and I mean both parts of the offer," she clarified, smirking over her shoulder. "I am willing to make amends, if that would help smooth things over. Those stories I've heard from our classmates ... they really do sound impressive. I don't want us to be enemies." She waved as she left. "I don't want you to be late on my behalf. So, hurry along. I'll be in touch."