[OOC note: The other thread is going to closed shortly after Zack mun finds time to write a response.]Busy day, Rufus thought, as he removed himself discretely from Zack's office and made his way to the elevator. At least that was one thing settled, and he wouldn't have to go and scream at Heidegger, which meant that by and large, it could perhaps be counted as having been vaguely productive.Except for this awful sense of unease that Zack was laughing at him all the way down the hallway.At least if it saved him his life, he didn't have much to complain about. Except chocobos.He thought briefly of his office, and glanced irritably at his watch. 6pm Midgar time. That explained the stream of people starting to pack up and rush for the lifts. Which meant that his secretary would happily be clocking out as well. Which meant that paperwork could, theoretically, wait for another half hour or hour or so. Since he didn't need to sleep and could work on it later that night anyway.He caught sight of the new Turks streaming out of Veld's office as he passed by, and reflected on the fact that the Turks had to be -really- short on manpower these days, or there was something extremely weird afoot. But this was Shinra Inc, after all. Weird was the name of the game.And more importantly, there was someone headed down the corridor in his general direction like the great red warning strobe beacon from Hell.The Old Man. Off to the Honeybee, no doubt. Damn.Evasive actions were called for, and quickly. At points like this, he was grateful that his white suit provided suitable camoflage in the white walled Shinra building, so it wasn't too much trouble to duck discretely down a side corridor. Next -- the stairs, preferably, since the lifts would be out of the question. He shoved his way through the crowd of Shinra employees, carefully accousting someone's confidential report in the mean time for toilet reading later, and ducked into the stairwell.There was one of those new Turks -- the short one with blonde hair -- clattering down. He waved aside her salute, and glanced upwards. Either I take one flight of stairs to the executive level, or ten to my own office..........Executive level it is. I need to pay him a visit, after all.Pulling out his keycard, he swiped his way through the security systems. Little chance that the man had left his office just yet-- ah, the light was still on. Perfect. He rapped once on the door, and slid in without waiting for an invitation."Hello Reeve. It's been a while."
Ah. Safe zone. Or at least safe as it got in these parts. Where safe meant that he could pull up a chair -- which he proceeded to do -- and flop into it, and take his mind off politics and backstabbing and enjoy the general illusion that no one was out to kill him.Two years ago he might have been tempted to start ranting about the Junon Incident, about Heidegger, carefully side-stepping suggestions about his father's involvement... but two years ago he had just been Rufus Shinra the Brat, no other titles involved, and corporate politics had largely meant doing what the old man said and not getting too close to anyone.Oh how things changed."I was thinking of changing my hair style," he said lightly. "Something that makes me look older, perhaps, or disguise my features so that would be assassins get confused." He paused, wondering how much Reeve knew and how much was safe to say here. One never forgot the cameras in the building. Or the bugs, of which he knew there were at least five going to different sources in his own office, and probably at least two in Reeve's. For a moment, he briefly considered suggesting dinner, if just to get out of the place for a while, but while it had been acceptable for the Brat to make apparently casual acquaintances with the executives, seeing a "lowly" departmental secretary leaving the building with the Vice President would doubtless set tongues wagging.How he hated this job, sometimes."Heidegger reassigned my original Turk escort," he said carefully. "The two MPs that replaced them weren't up to scratch, and one of them paid for it with his life. I hadn't been carrying my shotgun; if not, I might have been able to nail the shooter before he got anyone. But the pistol didn't have the necessary range. Got him with the first shot, but not fatally." He sighed briefly. "But what's been up in sunny Midgar these past few weeks?"
Rufus snorted. "As if I have time for a hair cut." Unharmed? For most part, yes. But he doesn't need to know how close that bullet came."Well then. I won't disturb you. Plus..." he raked a hand through his fringe, pushing it out of his eyes, and apparently dismissing and disregarding the tapping. "I have an atrocious amount of work to clear." A purely professional nod, as he pushed his chair back and stood. And just for the benefit of any observers wondering why the VP would drop in for an apparently extremely aborted chat, a few lines to give the visit some semblance of purpose: "I hope things are going well with your department. Your HoD hasn't been filing his reports for a while."