Warren and Lorna: Sunday Morning
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xp_logsAfter a meeting with their Lawyer, Lorna and Warren discuss the next options.
The lawyer just left with room and there was just complete silence. He had said that he would be sending them papers to sign early next week. Lorna just sat there, expressionless.
Although he'd promised he'd be sober, Warren definitely had tried a few different drugs to get him to that place Masking his breath with very strong coffee, he rubbed a weary hand across his face. Jon was not impressed, and he had wrung them through the wringer. Thankfully, it seemed like their client wanted everything to be brushed under the table...for a hefty settlement of course. Warren didn't even care. This was a huge mess, not only financially but emotionally. Their reputation -- their HARD EARNED reputation -- was in jeopardy, and all because Quentin was an idiot.
"Well. That was fun."
"We need to do an ethical training course. Mandatory. Also, if you want on a case Bobbi or I must be involved. Since we are the only licensed ones." Lorna said without batting an eye and she was being dead serious.
"Yeah. No, that all makes sense." He honestly thought that was in place, but then he realized he'd been putting off doing the policies for a while. "Looks like I'm working all weekend. We need an immediate staff meeting as well on Monday to go over this. Debrief. All that crap." He sighed. "Are we going to survive this? I don't know what it was like before, when Adrienne ran the joint. Did anything like this happen then?"
Even if they did a training course, it was obvious that the needed to do it again. "I don't know honestly. Word is going to get out. Rumors. It will take a long while before we can be trusted again. We might have lost more clients."
"And a bake sale or neighborhood barbecue isn't going to help that," he said, giving a wry smile. "I just -- I can't figure out what the fuck Q was thinking! Wasn't he just our intern last year? When the fuck did he think that PI work is roughing people up? No one has done that, no one!" He stood up suddenly and slammed his hand against the wall. "This is fucking bullshit. We should fire him. That'll fucking teach him."
"No. We just need to be professional as we can." Leaning forward and buried her face into her hands. "He is passionate." If he wanted to rough people up, Lorna knew he was in the line of work. "It will teach him nothing." Lowering her hands to looked at Warren straight on the end.
"Passion." Warren gave a snort. "Sure, passion. Well then what? Fuck. We're going to have to arrange a debrief now, and does anyone actually know where Q is? ". Not that Warren really cared, but still. They couldn't have him destroying any more of their reputation. "I don't know what we're going to do here, Lorna." He sank down in his chair again, dejectedly. "No one knows I have more than a cursory investment in this firm. That can't come out."
"I don't think Q is the kind to hide forever. He'll come around." And when Lor sees him, there will be words. She was fuming still and she highly doubt the rest of the weekend will calm her down. Not after this meeting. "It won't. As far as anyone is concerned you are just our financier. We agreed I would be the face on this." Lorna just hope that her dad didn't watch the news, but she did have Sue wipe anything about her past that would connect her to Brotherhood, for safe measure when she first came to New York. "But you really need to curb your drug use. Especially when you come into the office. At least until this does down."
Warren was ready to argue but for the first time in a while, he used his better judgment. He nodded, and tried to be casual about it. "Sure, sure. I can stop whenever I want anyways. I may be self-destructive, but I'm no addict." He paused and cleared his throat. "I...don't know when Bobbi will be back. Has anyone else shown an interest in legit getting their PI license? I don't want to burn you out either, we'd be lost without you."
"Good. Then this will be a piece of cake." Lorna thought about it for a moment. "I am sure they would, maybe we should start a fund. Anyone who works here can get their college degree paid for but only if it is towards a PI license. I got mine in three years, then again I already had credits from my other degree that helped."
He ticked names off his fingers. "Sue is too busy, Q is too useless, Maya is too young, Hope is too cut throat, Arthur is too nice...what about that husband of yours? It's practically sitcom material."
"Maybe you should let them decide that on their own." She tried not to twitch an eye. "Bring it up at the next meeting. People don't often go and get degrees because it cost a lot. Giving them a chance to have it paid for and graduate from it, that would be life changing. It would help them understand what we do better."
"Yeah." Warren tended to forget that money was a problem. He was so free with it, let people use his cards, whatever they wanted. And God, his head hurt. He just wanted to go home. "I don't know that we're going to accomplish much else. Let's do a staff meeting Monday, get Maya to take minutes. Put the stop to anyone else getting this way."
Lorna nodded. "I need to follow up with a few calls and then I'll call it. Go home." She pulled out her phone to text Alex. "I'll see if we can't get ahold of Bobbi. But Warren, if you really care for her, you'll fix it. Girls like to feel like they are the only one. Regardless of it is an open relationship."
He gave a distracted nod. Lorna was right, but that wasn't what he needed to hear...although, if he was honest, he had no idea what he needed. Home. Sleep. Bobbi.
He knew where to get 2 of those. "Yeah. I'm just heading upstairs. Call me in the morning, I'll come into this office, call in sick at WI...take some time for you too, ok?"
"I am already planning a two week hike this summer. After last night's fire and all this, I will need it."
The lawyer just left with room and there was just complete silence. He had said that he would be sending them papers to sign early next week. Lorna just sat there, expressionless.
Although he'd promised he'd be sober, Warren definitely had tried a few different drugs to get him to that place Masking his breath with very strong coffee, he rubbed a weary hand across his face. Jon was not impressed, and he had wrung them through the wringer. Thankfully, it seemed like their client wanted everything to be brushed under the table...for a hefty settlement of course. Warren didn't even care. This was a huge mess, not only financially but emotionally. Their reputation -- their HARD EARNED reputation -- was in jeopardy, and all because Quentin was an idiot.
"Well. That was fun."
"We need to do an ethical training course. Mandatory. Also, if you want on a case Bobbi or I must be involved. Since we are the only licensed ones." Lorna said without batting an eye and she was being dead serious.
"Yeah. No, that all makes sense." He honestly thought that was in place, but then he realized he'd been putting off doing the policies for a while. "Looks like I'm working all weekend. We need an immediate staff meeting as well on Monday to go over this. Debrief. All that crap." He sighed. "Are we going to survive this? I don't know what it was like before, when Adrienne ran the joint. Did anything like this happen then?"
Even if they did a training course, it was obvious that the needed to do it again. "I don't know honestly. Word is going to get out. Rumors. It will take a long while before we can be trusted again. We might have lost more clients."
"And a bake sale or neighborhood barbecue isn't going to help that," he said, giving a wry smile. "I just -- I can't figure out what the fuck Q was thinking! Wasn't he just our intern last year? When the fuck did he think that PI work is roughing people up? No one has done that, no one!" He stood up suddenly and slammed his hand against the wall. "This is fucking bullshit. We should fire him. That'll fucking teach him."
"No. We just need to be professional as we can." Leaning forward and buried her face into her hands. "He is passionate." If he wanted to rough people up, Lorna knew he was in the line of work. "It will teach him nothing." Lowering her hands to looked at Warren straight on the end.
"Passion." Warren gave a snort. "Sure, passion. Well then what? Fuck. We're going to have to arrange a debrief now, and does anyone actually know where Q is? ". Not that Warren really cared, but still. They couldn't have him destroying any more of their reputation. "I don't know what we're going to do here, Lorna." He sank down in his chair again, dejectedly. "No one knows I have more than a cursory investment in this firm. That can't come out."
"I don't think Q is the kind to hide forever. He'll come around." And when Lor sees him, there will be words. She was fuming still and she highly doubt the rest of the weekend will calm her down. Not after this meeting. "It won't. As far as anyone is concerned you are just our financier. We agreed I would be the face on this." Lorna just hope that her dad didn't watch the news, but she did have Sue wipe anything about her past that would connect her to Brotherhood, for safe measure when she first came to New York. "But you really need to curb your drug use. Especially when you come into the office. At least until this does down."
Warren was ready to argue but for the first time in a while, he used his better judgment. He nodded, and tried to be casual about it. "Sure, sure. I can stop whenever I want anyways. I may be self-destructive, but I'm no addict." He paused and cleared his throat. "I...don't know when Bobbi will be back. Has anyone else shown an interest in legit getting their PI license? I don't want to burn you out either, we'd be lost without you."
"Good. Then this will be a piece of cake." Lorna thought about it for a moment. "I am sure they would, maybe we should start a fund. Anyone who works here can get their college degree paid for but only if it is towards a PI license. I got mine in three years, then again I already had credits from my other degree that helped."
He ticked names off his fingers. "Sue is too busy, Q is too useless, Maya is too young, Hope is too cut throat, Arthur is too nice...what about that husband of yours? It's practically sitcom material."
"Maybe you should let them decide that on their own." She tried not to twitch an eye. "Bring it up at the next meeting. People don't often go and get degrees because it cost a lot. Giving them a chance to have it paid for and graduate from it, that would be life changing. It would help them understand what we do better."
"Yeah." Warren tended to forget that money was a problem. He was so free with it, let people use his cards, whatever they wanted. And God, his head hurt. He just wanted to go home. "I don't know that we're going to accomplish much else. Let's do a staff meeting Monday, get Maya to take minutes. Put the stop to anyone else getting this way."
Lorna nodded. "I need to follow up with a few calls and then I'll call it. Go home." She pulled out her phone to text Alex. "I'll see if we can't get ahold of Bobbi. But Warren, if you really care for her, you'll fix it. Girls like to feel like they are the only one. Regardless of it is an open relationship."
He gave a distracted nod. Lorna was right, but that wasn't what he needed to hear...although, if he was honest, he had no idea what he needed. Home. Sleep. Bobbi.
He knew where to get 2 of those. "Yeah. I'm just heading upstairs. Call me in the morning, I'll come into this office, call in sick at WI...take some time for you too, ok?"
"I am already planning a two week hike this summer. After last night's fire and all this, I will need it."
