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mysterious benefactor (not so mysterious)

Date: 2020-09-30 12:57 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ketterdamn
[ Monday morning rolls around without much incident, though he doesn't waste any time once he gets into the office. He has a battery of meetings first thing—one of which leaves him annoyed out of sheer uselessness—but manages to get his secretary to handle Inej's contract buy out. Anika, bless her, doesn't ask many questions, just cocks an eyebrow and gets to work.

(At lunch she catches him and swears vehemently about Heleen Van Houden, it's strangely cathartic to listen to).

With the contract taken care of, the rest of his afternoon is spent trading emails back and forth to Tomassen, who'd handled his case with Rollins. It's an amusing one in some ways, because the first response he'd gotten was You want to do what??? Even though Kaz had a strong suspicion that his lawyer hadn't exactly been that surprised. After they'd won in court, he had told Tomassen he'd be using his money to make sure that similar things didn't happen to other people. So here he was.

Work wraps up and after the flurry of emails, he does end up on the phone with his good natured lawyer, just hammering out small details. And trying to dodge more personal questions about Inej. When he hangs up, he's got a couple texts from Jesper:

Sooooo how's it going?

Inej back at her place yeah??


He doesn't answer yet, knowing it's going to end up with them playing the twenty questions game and he's just about to walk in the front door. Inej had said she wasn't going in so he figures she's probably home. Watching Lizabeta flutter through the living room or something.

Unlocking the door, he steps in and shrugs his coat off to hang, deposits his car keys in the bowl, and heads towards the living room. Where he can hear the tinny voice of someone yelling over speakerphone. Stopping in the entryway, he sees Inej laid out lengthwise on the couch with her phone on the coffee table, a woman shrieking something he honestly can't make out. Kaz just tilts his head at her, flicking his glance to the phone, not wanting to interrupt. ]

depose

Date: 2020-11-13 10:24 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ketterdamn
[ It's a pleasant few months, honestly. They've worked out a schedule—she has classes during the day, which usually line up with when he's working. By the time both of them are done, it lets them have dinner together and then the evening to go through homework or watch a movie if her schoolwork is light. Lizabeta has the run of the apartment, usually, and gets a good workout while he's plugging away at numerous excel spreadsheets.

The time difference had been weird to work through at first but now it's an easy thing. Work seems very likely to let him stay in Ravka since he's stayed on top of clients and projects. And has apparently been way more pleasant. He'll know for sure when he meets with his boss back in Kerch. A face to face scheduled for a couple days after they get in. It seems almost silly to come back for her short spring break but Tomassen had needed to go through the practice deposition.

Also it would be good to see Jesper and the rest of their friends in person again.

The flight to Ketterdam goes well as any flight does. Which basically means there aren't any delays. They get into Kerch relatively late and definitely sleep in. Well, as much as they can on their own respective internal clocks. It's a couple days before he can get adjusted to the time difference and shake off the jet lag. ]


You're meeting with Tomassen on Wednesday, right?

[ She hasn't exactly been...on edge, that's more his thing, but he knows she's worried about it. ]
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From: [personal profile] ketterdamn
[ If he knows his father at all, it's with a surety that Tomassen suspects something is up. Over the Rollins case, Kaz had become familiar with the laws and arguments that had been cited on both sides. Had read so many books on the subjects so he could never have someone pull the wool over his eyes again. Both of his parents had been extremely patient in their explanations and through his several hundred questions.

Since Inej's particular situation calls on a separate branch of laws and rulings, especially because of her being a Ravkan national, he's been sending Tomassen inquiries here and there, getting a better understanding of the contract's wording. As well as doing his own research on everything that stemmed into it; housing, indenture, all the various business Heleen Van Houden owned and operated throughout Ketterdam. Each new discovery fueled the already stoked anger in him. By the time he finishes what he considers his preliminary findings, the word document is nearing fifty pages. He saves it, encrypted, prints everything off, and then carefully wipes all trace of his search, the print job, and disconnects from the VPN he'd set up for it.

Just in case.

He manages to send a message at a normal hour, asking if his dad will be free for lunch the next day, relieved when it's an agreement. Nothing is set in stone, not yet, but he intends to get Heleen in some way. After all, Inej seemed resolute in her desire to get her justice–which is rightfully deserved. Tomassen and Sofia had supported and seen him through his own hell; it was karmic balance to help Inej through hers however he could.

So, on a beautiful but brisk Wednesday, fifteen minutes before noon, he's let into Tomassen's office by the receptionist, Maia. She'd looked startled but glad to see him, having gotten familiar with his comings and goings over the years the Rollins case had dragged on. Kaz takes his seat across from his dad, stretching out his bad leg. The paperwork laden leather bag gets set in the chair next to his so he wouldn't have to bend to collect it. ]


For the record, I did text mom back separately about dinner on Friday.
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