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Post by Werner Zytle on May 20, 2014 4:00:05 GMT
Werner was dressed in a fine suit, as befit a man of his title and upbringing. He was representing an entire country, after all. Vlatava may be small, but it was still proud. So was Werner himself. Proud.
Queen Consolidated had resources, and a business deal would benefit the country. He'd do his best to make it beneficial to the Queens as well, to get them to take his deal. That's how business worked, after all. But right now, business didn't matter. It was a front, a facade. No, business wasn't what brought Werner Zytle from Vlatava to Lian Yu to Starling City.
It was Mr. Queen.
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Post by Oliver Queen on May 20, 2014 4:05:50 GMT
Oliver was in his best suit, and had accompanied Moira to the company with reluctance. Something told him that today might be a bad day. But he would hope for the best. His mother was around after all.
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Post by Moira Queen on May 21, 2014 18:15:19 GMT
Moira couldn't just show up to work in a robe and slippers, no a CEO of an increasingly powerful company had to look her sharpest. It was a dog eat dog world out there and Moira had to be a sabertooth tiger. She had a meeting today with foreign dignitary from a small European country most people here would have probably never heard of before. She hadn't even heard about it until she talked to one of Mr. Zyte's associates on the phone a few days ago.
Oliver hadn't been back home for long, but Moira felt it was best to integrate him back into society as quickly as possible after spending five years all by himself on a deserted island. It was always her and Robert's intention to hand over the reins to Oliver one day after all.
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Post by Werner Zytle on May 21, 2014 18:49:38 GMT
Werner came face to face with Moira. He smiled and held out his hand, "Moira Queen," he said, "It is truly a pleasure. I have heard so much about you as a woman, and as a businesswoman. To be here and meet you is an honor in itself, but to have a chance to do business? That is another entirely."
He meant his words. He may be twisted deep in his soul, but he could still hold respect for her and for other people in general. Besides, she wasn't his target, she was a businesswoman who could help his country. No, her son, that was the only target here.
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Post by Oliver Queen on Jun 1, 2014 22:19:53 GMT
Mr. Queen approaches from stage right. "Ah, hello! Sorry I'm late. Traffic." He nods wryly to his mother, coming to rest at her side and making eye contact with the man in front of him. ....That wasn't good. He quickly averts his eyes to the man's briefcase for a moment to hide his sense of forboding, before relaxing into the normal persona mentally. All done behind a carefully guarded mask.
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Post by Werner Zytle on Jun 3, 2014 4:35:41 GMT
"It happens to all of us," Werner told him, "Although in my country, we try to be cleaner and better for the environment. But that's another story. Count Werner Zytle," he held his hand out to Oliver, "And you are Oliver Queen, of course. I've looked forward to meeting you, and asking you an obligatory question about your island."
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