[Cynthia Rawson - Sunday June 10th, 2075 - Dante's Inferno, VIP Suite] #107
Cynthia laughs lightly "I have a feeling that I would need those kind of services if I agreed to work with you, not otherwise you know... I don't have any enemies. Or I don't have any enemies I'm aware of. But should I work with you - I don't work for anyone, I work with someone - I guess it would come quickly if the triads ever hear about me..." she shrugs "I don't try to be difficult, but well... I suppose to you I am, it's a gift I have... I don't really need what you can do - for now at least. And I don't even need nuyens. Now don't misunderstand, it's always nice to have more, but I don't need them.
She pauses, frowning, pensive for a couple of seconds, eyes in space. "Or maybe I would, depends..." she shakes her head, looking at Marissa again "Anyway, since you told me what you can do, and I'll suppose it shows some trust, I'll hear you out and we can talk about what I would get out of our...association...at a later point. For now, tell me, why are you presenting your...goals... with the triads' businesses as noble?"
Amused, she smiles "I'd tell you you don't need to tell me too much if you think it would compromise your operations, but we're past this point, aren't we? But... well... tell me what you're comfortable with, and we'll go from here."