xp_logs | warren and moira

Warren finds out who exactly Lady Kinross, a big investor in his father's company, is.

Moira rummaged about in the fridge, looking for the...ah, there it was. She grabbed the molassus and dumped some into the freshly brewed coffee that was looking so inviting. She cast a glance around the kitchen for something to do while she waited for her toast to finish. Shrugging, she grabbed the paper someone had left scattered over the table and flipped through it. "Bloody American rag," she muttered, finally settling for the business section. She hadn't received her updates yet this week, so she was curious as to how some of her stock was doing.

Warren stepped into the kitchen to see Moira poring over the business section of the newspaper. "Playing the stock market, Moira?" he asked as he reached for a carton of orange juice.

"Hrm?" Peeking over the paper, Moira smiled at him. "Aye, jus' checkin' up on me investments. Been movin' thin's 'round lately..." Moira found one of the stocks she was looking for and nodded, pleased.

Warren sat down next to her. Peering over her shoulder, he noticed that the Worthington Industries stock was circled in blue ink. He raised his eyebrows, surprised. "Checking up on my father's company for me, Moira?"

Chuckling, she shook her head, amused. "Nay 'ardly." She tapped the paper with a finger and looked innocent. "Jus' so 'appens I've made a...wee investement in yer father's company." Small wasn't really the word for it. Moira had initially sunk quite a bit into companies she found out later were run by Shaw. Considering everything, she'd slowly started to take those stocks back out and into other companies. A good bit had gone into Worthington Industries.

"Is that so?" Warren cocked his head and looked at her. "How long has it been? I don't recall ever having seen the name 'Moira MacTaggart' anywhere. Or maybe I just have bad eyes."

"I...uh...dinnae invest under me once-married-now hijacked last name," she said, fidgeting a little. "I invest under me maiden name." It wasn't like she didn't want people to know, but she wasn't used to announcing it to the world, either. People either knew or they...didn't...

Warren searched his memory. Nope, he was drawing a blank. "What's your maiden name, then? I think you mentioned it once, but I've forgotten."

"...Kinross." She wondered if it would be *that* recognizable.

"Kinross," Warren repeated, narrowing his eyes. He knew that name... "Kinross, Kinross... wait-- not Lady Kinross??"

Moira looked slightly bemused. "Aye, Lady Kinross. I hadnae realized me name would be recognizable ta ye." She hadn't exactly arrived with bells and whistles on, she realized. Most of the staff probably *didn't* know.

Warren gaped at her. "Lady Kinross!" He shook his head. "Of course I know the name! You're one of our biggest and most recent investors. That's not exactly what I'd call a 'wee investment,'" he said, mimicking her accent.

Laughing, she held up her hands in surrender. "All right, maybe I down played th' investment a wee bit." She winked at him. "Nice try at th' accent, by th' way." Moira pointed to the paper. "I suppose I 'ave sunk quite a lot o' me sudden free stock in yer company," she mused. "Dinnae think I'd get *tha'* type o' reaction out o' ye."

"Just surprised, that's all." Warren grinned at her. "So why the sudden investment?"

A frown settled on her face and she grabbed the toast that popped up. "I invested rather 'eavily in Shaw." Her jaw twitched. "Decided nay matter 'ow good me stocks were doin', 'twas nay wort'..." She waved a hand in the air, at loss for a word that described what she felt about Shinobi's father.

"Ah." Warren nodded seriously. "Shaw." He took in a deep gulp of orange juice, straight out of the carton. "Well, thanks for making your wee investment in our humble company, then." He winked at her.

Moira chuckled. "Nay problem. Expect more," she warned. "I've got more stock scattered around in various companies o' his an' I dinnae want ta draw attention ta sudden wit'drawal. "MacTaggart" is linked t' th' school, nay th' Lady Kinross. Though if Shaw does 'is 'omework..." She shrugged. "'Tis so spread around though, I doubt 'e'll pay any mind ta it."

"Does Shinobi know?" Warren asked.

"Nay, I've been meanin' ta tell 'im but wit' everythin' tha's been 'appenin'..." Now would be a good time to. With stress at a good low, it would be a good time for a chat. "I probably should, soon."

Warren nodded. "Yeah, it's been busy around here for all of us." A sly grin spread across his face. "Even those of us who aren't locked up in our bedrooms with handsome male telepaths for most of the day."

Moira choked on the mouthful of coffee she had just taken and she mock-glared over at Warren. "Tha' was fer th' surprise o' findin' out me other name, wasna it?" she muttered, mopping up coffee.

Laughing, Warren handed her a couple of napkins to help wipe up the spill. "It might have been," he replied coyly. "Not that I blame you. Nathan... Well, I haven't talked to him much, but he seems like a great guy."

Mourning the loss of some of her coffee, Moira nodded and smiled. "Aye, 'e is. Bloody well took us lon' enough." She shook her head. "I'm glad 'e'll be stayin' 'ere, I think this place'll do 'im a lot o' good. An' th' same turned around."

"Everyone knew it was going to happen from day one." Warren shrugged, then grinned. "Seriously, though, I've never seen you so happy. You're almost giddy these days."

"We were tha' obvious?" she asked, dryly. "An' aye, 'avena felt this youn' in years." Moira got up to refill her mug. "Coffee?" she asked, grabbing for the pot. "Considerin' me tendancy ta run meself int' th' ground time an' again, 'tis rather 'elpful when ye've got someone who willnae let ye."

Warren shook his head. "No coffee for me, thanks. Actually..." he checked his watch. "I've got to run. I told Marie I'd meet her in the gym." He stood. "But it was nice talking to you, Lady Kinross," he finished, taking her hand and kissing it in a gesture of exaggerated respect.

Moira opened her mouth to make fun of him and then smirked. It took a little bit of concentration but..."No problem, Mr. Worthington," she said back, grandstanding a little. The accent very nearly vanished and Warren blinked in surprise at her. This time she laughed. "I dinnae do it verra often, even when I'm introduced as Lady Kinross. 'urts me throat."

"Ah." Warren nodded. "Well, don't give up your accent. I'm willing to bet that Nathan finds sexy foreign accents quite appealing." He gulped down the last of the orange juice and tossed it into the trash can. "I'll see you later then, Moira."