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xp_logsHaller calls Remy, wanting to straighten things out but Remy's still not back in the office and Amanda answers. A simple misunderstanding just went from bad to Catastrophic.
Lorna would kill him for this if she ever found out, Jim thought as he picked up the receiver and punched the number into the keypad, but after last night he would take his chances. If there was one thing David had never learned how to handle, it was bereavement. They'd simply sat together for nearly three hours, neither of them watching the movie playing, neither of them speaking a word, and never a mention of the smell of wine on Lorna's breath. Jim may not have been able to help her with the death of her mentor or the funeral plans that shadowed the weekend like a promising storm, but this, at least, maybe he could do for her.
After this week, anything was better than doing nothing.
Remy's office phone started ringing as she was passing his office, and after a moment's hesitation Amanda went it to answer it. Remy was out of action, (probably mainlining painkillers, she thought fretfully) and it wasn't as if many people had this number any way. At the least she could take a message - it might be important.
"Hello," she said into the receiver. "Remy's phone."
"Um, hello," Jim said, momentarily nonplussed. He hadn't really expected anyone else to pick up, well, Remy's phone -- but then, the Research Center would have staff, wouldn't it? Even Elpis had a receptionist. Or did before Nathan had fired her, anyway . . .
Jim cleared his throat and tried again. "Is Remy around at all? This is David Haller. I was just wondering if I could speak with him."
"Sorry, he's not here right now," Amanda said, frowning a little. Haller, Haller, she knew that name. "Oh, you'd be the counsellor at the school, right? I'm Amanda, used to be a student there. Can I take a message or something?" Of course now her curiousity was burning over why Haller would want to talk to Remy in the first place.
Amanda. Oh. It suddenly occurred to Jim he was talking to that Amanda. If he hadn't heard about her from the school or Betsy, he certainly would have from his occasional session with Manuel. Well, this was unexpected. Jim shook his head slightly. He had been reserving his judgement on the girl until he'd actually met her (and anyway, god only knew the interesting filters implicit to any conversation with Manuel), but Nathan seemed quite fond of her. By Jim's reckoning that was reason enough to give her the benefit of the doubt.
"Oh, hello, Amanda, of course," Jim said, smiling into the receiver. "And yes, I'd be the newest student sacrifice. Uh, no message, really. Just -- tell him I'm looking for him. I wanted to talk to him about Lorna after the other day. And me. Us, I guess. But it's not urgent. Whenever he's got the time."
"The other day?" It popped out before Amanda could remember her manners. Where Remy was concerned she got a bit protective and especially now he was in so much pain. "What happened with you and him and Lorna?"
"Oh, he was just looking for Lorna and caught us in my suite," Jim said hastily, the thought that the reassurance could be worse than the question not quite occurring to him. "It was a little awkward. I wanted to get things sorted out between us, that's all."
"Lorna?" Amanda's hand tightened on the phone. Remy went to the school looking for Lorna? He avoided the school like the plague, why would he go there unless he felt he had a reason to go... "Um, yeah, okay," she said distantly. That bloody heartless bitch is leading Remy down the garden path again while she's fooling around with the counsellor. I fucking well told her not to mess with him.. "Thanks, Mr. Haller, I'll let him know you called."
"Okay. Thanks, Amanda. Maybe I'll see you around sometime."
"Yeah, maybe." Amanda reminded herself that Haller was probably some poor sap, lured in by Lorna the same way Remy had been. "Bye then, thanks for calling." And with that she hung up. "Fucking bitch!" she exclaimed loudly, and Pete, walking past, gave her an odd look. "Telemarketer," she said with a wan smile.
Jim hung up the phone and sat back. Well, so much for that idea. Hopefully Remy would be back soon and they could get that misunderstanding straightened out. The last thing Lorna needed after a funeral was one more piece of unnecessary stress.
Lorna would kill him for this if she ever found out, Jim thought as he picked up the receiver and punched the number into the keypad, but after last night he would take his chances. If there was one thing David had never learned how to handle, it was bereavement. They'd simply sat together for nearly three hours, neither of them watching the movie playing, neither of them speaking a word, and never a mention of the smell of wine on Lorna's breath. Jim may not have been able to help her with the death of her mentor or the funeral plans that shadowed the weekend like a promising storm, but this, at least, maybe he could do for her.
After this week, anything was better than doing nothing.
Remy's office phone started ringing as she was passing his office, and after a moment's hesitation Amanda went it to answer it. Remy was out of action, (probably mainlining painkillers, she thought fretfully) and it wasn't as if many people had this number any way. At the least she could take a message - it might be important.
"Hello," she said into the receiver. "Remy's phone."
"Um, hello," Jim said, momentarily nonplussed. He hadn't really expected anyone else to pick up, well, Remy's phone -- but then, the Research Center would have staff, wouldn't it? Even Elpis had a receptionist. Or did before Nathan had fired her, anyway . . .
Jim cleared his throat and tried again. "Is Remy around at all? This is David Haller. I was just wondering if I could speak with him."
"Sorry, he's not here right now," Amanda said, frowning a little. Haller, Haller, she knew that name. "Oh, you'd be the counsellor at the school, right? I'm Amanda, used to be a student there. Can I take a message or something?" Of course now her curiousity was burning over why Haller would want to talk to Remy in the first place.
Amanda. Oh. It suddenly occurred to Jim he was talking to that Amanda. If he hadn't heard about her from the school or Betsy, he certainly would have from his occasional session with Manuel. Well, this was unexpected. Jim shook his head slightly. He had been reserving his judgement on the girl until he'd actually met her (and anyway, god only knew the interesting filters implicit to any conversation with Manuel), but Nathan seemed quite fond of her. By Jim's reckoning that was reason enough to give her the benefit of the doubt.
"Oh, hello, Amanda, of course," Jim said, smiling into the receiver. "And yes, I'd be the newest student sacrifice. Uh, no message, really. Just -- tell him I'm looking for him. I wanted to talk to him about Lorna after the other day. And me. Us, I guess. But it's not urgent. Whenever he's got the time."
"The other day?" It popped out before Amanda could remember her manners. Where Remy was concerned she got a bit protective and especially now he was in so much pain. "What happened with you and him and Lorna?"
"Oh, he was just looking for Lorna and caught us in my suite," Jim said hastily, the thought that the reassurance could be worse than the question not quite occurring to him. "It was a little awkward. I wanted to get things sorted out between us, that's all."
"Lorna?" Amanda's hand tightened on the phone. Remy went to the school looking for Lorna? He avoided the school like the plague, why would he go there unless he felt he had a reason to go... "Um, yeah, okay," she said distantly. That bloody heartless bitch is leading Remy down the garden path again while she's fooling around with the counsellor. I fucking well told her not to mess with him.. "Thanks, Mr. Haller, I'll let him know you called."
"Okay. Thanks, Amanda. Maybe I'll see you around sometime."
"Yeah, maybe." Amanda reminded herself that Haller was probably some poor sap, lured in by Lorna the same way Remy had been. "Bye then, thanks for calling." And with that she hung up. "Fucking bitch!" she exclaimed loudly, and Pete, walking past, gave her an odd look. "Telemarketer," she said with a wan smile.
Jim hung up the phone and sat back. Well, so much for that idea. Hopefully Remy would be back soon and they could get that misunderstanding straightened out. The last thing Lorna needed after a funeral was one more piece of unnecessary stress.
