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FERNANDO SILPH
polite conversation . [ private ]
POSTED ON Nov 3, 2021 22:35:02 GMT
POLITE CONVERSATION
WITH A SILENT GAME UNDERFOOT
“YOUNG; MID-THIRTIES?”
The term ‘retirement’ has obvious implications. In League terms, there are two main uses: the traditional end of employment in general, and quitting the organization in lieu of something else. In this case, the latter applies.
“Some of the people from administration thought they saw her husband at a bar in Lilycove.”
Fernando’s wrist roll as his hand accentuate his story. The implication is unspoken, silent between the knowing, committed in a vague but plausible enough haven that is shroud over the one person who remains unaware.
“It was just rumors at first but Jake—the one who handles inbound request for the rangers, blonde, the really polite one?—told Regina in confidence. Good faith and all.”
His eyes and attention remain on Cait. There’s no pointing. No accusations. Just an invested gossip between two old colleagues catching up. Not unusual, nothing amiss. But every word is intentional with only Silph having the full picture.
“Turns out the timing and rumor coincided and that was him. Granted, that wasn’t too big a deal, but, supposedly, they caught him snuggling up with someone else while drinking.”
A mild sigh escapes his lips, purposeful, exasperated with fledgling regret.
“I assume the shame and humiliation of having everyone she worked with know about her situation proved too much for her. Talented woman, immaculate scheduling too.”
“I told her I would make sure she was taken cared of if she wanted to transition to Devon Corp. but I believe she moved to Sinnoh. Probably to make a new start.”
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