He presses a button on the desk. "Ella, two coffees. Black, no sugar in either." he says, then releases the button. A minute later, a Caucasian woman in a black blouse and skirt provides the coffee, smiles, and leaves.
"I'm sure the Shaws will want to know what I'm up to whenever possible; I could lose sleep obsessing over it or I can deal with it. I choose the latter. As for not getting shoved down, I agree. Look, I don't think anyone joins the Hellfire Club to stay in one place forever. Most do, but the ones who matter, like the Shaws, they don't." he said, taking a sip of his coffee, then letting his eyes settle on her.
"So, who, in your opinion, can the Hellfire Club do without? I know that all the positions are currently filled, but things change, Miss Van Roehm. Sebastian Shaw wants to continue his reign at the top, but I imagine there are people who want change that." he said easily, taking another sip of his coffee.
Suppose that you and I were to address such a malcontent for Mr. Shaw. What do you think that would garner in the way of trust or gratitude?" he asked.
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