“Raped?” he repeats, mumbling under his breath as his eyes open wide in surprise… he listens to her continuing to explain her situation, about being withdrawn and about having scars on her neck… he can’t help but smile when she tells him about stabbing the bastards leg…
“I’m sure it’s not too bad…” he says, smiling softly, about her scar, “… and it sounds like he got off worse?” he asks, grinning a little, “Stabbed the guy, huh?” he grins.
“You never talked to someone about all this?” he asks, “Psychiatrist or someone… what about the police, they didn’t find him?” he asks, “Must have been possible, with DNA and such… as you fought back there should’ve been good chances of building a case…” he thinks aloud.
“You survived… you’re a strong person…” he smiles at her, “Don’t let any of that hold you back… it’s a jungle out there, I know from my own career, and you need to be on your toes…” he tells her, “Not trusting just anybody is a good lesson, but you shouldn’t keep to yourself because of it…” he takes his drink and raises it to her, “For getting you to develop that talent I saw earlier… I insist, just some classes…” he smiles, “You don’t have to do a performance at Radio City or anything!” he jokes, smiling at her as he takes a sip of his drink.
“So, tell me your story Eve…” he sighs, “… without hiding behind this wall you’ve build around yourself… we’re going to be spending many hours together and I have to trust you, and trust you to carry out the tasks I set you…” he tells her, still smiling at her but moving into a more boss like mode now.
“First thing first,” he says after a pause, “How did your parents die?”
“I’m sure it’s not too bad…” he says, smiling softly, about her scar, “… and it sounds like he got off worse?” he asks, grinning a little, “Stabbed the guy, huh?” he grins.
“You never talked to someone about all this?” he asks, “Psychiatrist or someone… what about the police, they didn’t find him?” he asks, “Must have been possible, with DNA and such… as you fought back there should’ve been good chances of building a case…” he thinks aloud.
“You survived… you’re a strong person…” he smiles at her, “Don’t let any of that hold you back… it’s a jungle out there, I know from my own career, and you need to be on your toes…” he tells her, “Not trusting just anybody is a good lesson, but you shouldn’t keep to yourself because of it…” he takes his drink and raises it to her, “For getting you to develop that talent I saw earlier… I insist, just some classes…” he smiles, “You don’t have to do a performance at Radio City or anything!” he jokes, smiling at her as he takes a sip of his drink.
“So, tell me your story Eve…” he sighs, “… without hiding behind this wall you’ve build around yourself… we’re going to be spending many hours together and I have to trust you, and trust you to carry out the tasks I set you…” he tells her, still smiling at her but moving into a more boss like mode now.
“First thing first,” he says after a pause, “How did your parents die?”