There were few things that would tip Dangeruse Rose Arceneau's rage meter beyond compare. Mid-way through [member="Ayden Cater"] 's little speech, the reigning queen of Trade had gone well past Circe Savan when she done tried to steal her girls from her back on Kamino. By the time he finished with that manner that spoke of a lording over her and her company, he had officially taken her beyond the bitter betrayal of [member="Noxu Za'tire"] himself.
Now, most women would likely start flinging words and getting all kinds of loud to show their tangible rage, but not Danger. No. When you got her good and mad like she was right now, she didn't raise her voice.
No. She got quiet. Real quiet.
Those emerald eyes went narrowing upon the shimmering blue holographic image of the Lord Protector of the Omega Protectorate, and within them was a wrath unlike the Nine Hells has ever shown. Like an Ackley at a Geonosian gladiator pit being egged on by the flash of red sweet sweet rage brought, Danger was fit to be tied and seeing red.
Her jaw drew tight, taking a sharp inhale of breath that had that magnificent chest of hers rising and falling with the tangible tremor of her wrath. That glass of whiskey that lingered about her came into her hand, her fingers tightening into a white knuckle grip. If he wanted to play hardball, play this damnable game after he was the one who dared fethin betray her so, then she was more than willing to play it.
More than willing.
She didn't see the weariness nor the disappointment. No instead she saw what he'd done in seeming spite and betrayal. Fool me once, shame one you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
He'd done it once long ago when he clearly didn't see her to be important enough to consider dealing business with as an Exarch. Now that she made Arceneau Trade and the Southern Systems Business Bazaar into the major trading and business network in the known galaxy, he still didn't take her seriously.
And now he done gone threatening me and mine...
She took one long sip of her drink, then she finally spoke, her accent a deep deep drawl. There was no coyness in her voice, no sugary sweetness to deliver what she had to say. He dealt his cards and she was about to call his bluff. She didn't care. She had her pride and she would protect her own --- and sure to the Nine Corellian Hells and swear upon the Former Sith Empress head herself, she would give as good as she got.
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Go ahead,do what you will. Don't need CEC nor the routes through your territory to do what ah do, Lord Protector. Ah built my daddy's business up through hard work and that keen sense my momma done gave me -- Go ahead, lord your lofty speeches and Hostile Trade Entities list over me. Folk who deal with me know they deal good and proper and no one in the 'verse gonna treat 'em better than me."
You might think that you've got sway over ATC and me, she thought with low steady pointed emphasis, ain't like she wasn't able to hire on third party transport companies to do what she needed to do. She was no fool.
But you don't. Never have and never will.
"Ah'll take your kind of courtesy and double it down it for you, save you them ninety-six hours.
Ah'll acquiesce to your magnanimous request and ensure all business contracts with Arceneau Trade and the Southern Systems Bazaar null and void with CEC and the Protectorate.
So go back to your meetings, your drinking, and all the lovely little busy bee meetings of being a Lord Protector. Ah won't be wasting either of our time.
You've done spit on the wrong eye. Done me wrong -- and ah swear by the bleached bones in my daddy's grave, you will live to rue this day. "
With that, she gave a sharp jab of her finger against the holo emitter's display that would cut off the transmission. This conversation was over.