Quinn leaned forward, careful not to move her lower body in case god forbid the chair creaked and those nosey fucks out there heard that too. Paranoid? Maybe, but you never really could tell. She nodded silently, and took the paper and put it in her purse. She then held out her hand for the thumb drive.
Quinn knew the value of a clan discipline, and clearly Mr. Northbridge did not. The "offer" was so lopsided that she couldn't believe he thought she would go for that. Perhaps after time had gone by and they were able to build a working relationship, but she didn't know him from Adam. She had held back with Dirt Nap to see how he would treat her if he couldn't get what he wanted, and it was unfortunately no surprise. The only worth he saw in her was her clan Discipline to further his Covenant goals. Did she fucking look like a 'ditchable' prom date?
She had asked him there in good faith, and offered more in the form of a Boon than a mundane skill was worth. It certainly wasn't worth a clan discipline. She would just get a ghoul. It was that simple. She would not change her mind.
Quinn simply nodded again. "Of course Mr. Northbridge. Until we see each other again, farewell." She stood then, provided she had the thumb drive back, she would put it in her purse, and both would depart the office together. Nothing to see here folks.....
After your post I am good to close! Bring us home!!! Such and excellent scene!