(um, so I love this prompt. I tweaked it to a law firm, which I hope is okay. also, I’m really tempted to keep building on this...)
She’s been working on this deposition all day, but Varys’ testimony is ironclad – not a single misstep, no hint of impropriety or fraud. Sansa closes the binder with a sigh and places it on a tottering pile at the edge of the desk, spines labeled in a thin, neat hand:
Baratheon v. Baratheon, et al.; Aerys Targaryen – SEC Records; Targaryen v. Martell – Divorce Pleadings
Stretching languorously in her chair, she spins to look at the twinkling lights of the city, at the thousands of other twenty-somethings feverishly working into the night. Her office is small, a narrow path between bookcases crammed with case files and the two desks along the other wall, but there’s a great view of the river and the New Jersey cliffs. As a summer associate, she is stuck by the door; the third-year associate she shares with has the window, but Margaery left hours ago.
At school they’d said the summer gig was an easy one – wining and dining with the partners, the occasional trip to court – but she’s been swamped with work since day one. She’s not one to complain, though, not to her parents or her siblings or the other summers. Lannister and King is one of the top litigation firms worldwide, and Sansa will do anything, anything, to get a job here after graduation, even if it means sucking up to Cersei or doing Joff’s share of the work.
She turns back to her monitor and pulls up the take-out website she has bookmarked. Chinese? Sushi? Indian?
“Sushi, definitely,” says a familiar voice. Petyr Baelish leans against a stack of boxes, trousers slung low against his hips, the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up to reveal pale, wiry forearms. She hasn’t spoken to him since that embarrassing incident with Dontos from bankruptcy at the Fourth of July picnic, but she’s heard all about him from her secretary, Jeyne. He paid his own way through Yale Law, making a name for himself at the capitol, and he’s a shoo-in for partner next year, the youngest since Jaime Lannister. Last she heard, he was seeing some paralegal on the 18th floor (Rose or Rosslyn or something), but the admin staff is notoriously ill informed.
“Sushi,” he repeats with a smile. “That’s what Cat and I would do on late nights at the Attorney General’s office. ”
She smiles back shyly, doubling her usual order as he takes a seat. He reaches for the Varys binder, idly thumbing through the pages that she has meticulously analyzed and reanalyzed.
“So, she has you on the Targaryen case now? That’s quite a lot to ask of a summer associate.”
She nods and bites her lip nervously.
“It’s an interesting case – the lack of precedent leads to some unusual arguments. And it’s not too much work, not really, Joff has been, well, he’s been very helpful.”
He smirks, leaning forward to put the Varys depo on the desk.
“Spare me. You have Cat’s look, but you have your father’s poker face, or lack of one, rather. Joff’s a useless shit and we all know it. Only got in to NYU because Tywin donated a new wing to the library.”
She has no response to this and picks up a highlighter, twirling it nervously. He points to a spot on the page in front of her. His fingers are long and thin, and for a moment she wonders how they would feel against her skin. Cool and smooth, she thinks.
“Here. He mentions Rhaenys. If his timeline was true, he shouldn’t have known anything about her yet. Start there and the thread will unravel. We wouldn’t want you to go to Cersei empty-handed, would we?”
"Thank you Mr. Ba- Petyr. You're a lifesaver. I've been through this dozens of times - I can't believe I missed it."
"My pleasure, Sansa. I'm here to help. Cat was never cut out for litigation you know, but you, you might just have that spark. Now, why don't we go over Rhaegar's documents while we wait for dinner?"
His smile is wide and teasing as he extends his hand, though his eyes are dark and unreadable, and she clasps it between hers. Cool and smooth, just as she thought.
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Re: Petyr/Sansa, Modern AU
Date: 2013-01-28 01:17 am (UTC)She’s been working on this deposition all day, but Varys’ testimony is ironclad – not a single misstep, no hint of impropriety or fraud. Sansa closes the binder with a sigh and places it on a tottering pile at the edge of the desk, spines labeled in a thin, neat hand:
Baratheon v. Baratheon, et al.; Aerys Targaryen – SEC Records; Targaryen v. Martell – Divorce Pleadings
Stretching languorously in her chair, she spins to look at the twinkling lights of the city, at the thousands of other twenty-somethings feverishly working into the night. Her office is small, a narrow path between bookcases crammed with case files and the two desks along the other wall, but there’s a great view of the river and the New Jersey cliffs. As a summer associate, she is stuck by the door; the third-year associate she shares with has the window, but Margaery left hours ago.
At school they’d said the summer gig was an easy one – wining and dining with the partners, the occasional trip to court – but she’s been swamped with work since day one. She’s not one to complain, though, not to her parents or her siblings or the other summers. Lannister and King is one of the top litigation firms worldwide, and Sansa will do anything, anything, to get a job here after graduation, even if it means sucking up to Cersei or doing Joff’s share of the work.
She turns back to her monitor and pulls up the take-out website she has bookmarked. Chinese? Sushi? Indian?
“Sushi, definitely,” says a familiar voice. Petyr Baelish leans against a stack of boxes, trousers slung low against his hips, the sleeves of his crisp white shirt rolled up to reveal pale, wiry forearms. She hasn’t spoken to him since that embarrassing incident with Dontos from bankruptcy at the Fourth of July picnic, but she’s heard all about him from her secretary, Jeyne. He paid his own way through Yale Law, making a name for himself at the capitol, and he’s a shoo-in for partner next year, the youngest since Jaime Lannister. Last she heard, he was seeing some paralegal on the 18th floor (Rose or Rosslyn or something), but the admin staff is notoriously ill informed.
“Sushi,” he repeats with a smile. “That’s what Cat and I would do on late nights at the Attorney General’s office. ”
She smiles back shyly, doubling her usual order as he takes a seat. He reaches for the Varys binder, idly thumbing through the pages that she has meticulously analyzed and reanalyzed.
“So, she has you on the Targaryen case now? That’s quite a lot to ask of a summer associate.”
She nods and bites her lip nervously.
“It’s an interesting case – the lack of precedent leads to some unusual arguments. And it’s not too much work, not really, Joff has been, well, he’s been very helpful.”
He smirks, leaning forward to put the Varys depo on the desk.
“Spare me. You have Cat’s look, but you have your father’s poker face, or lack of one, rather. Joff’s a useless shit and we all know it. Only got in to NYU because Tywin donated a new wing to the library.”
She has no response to this and picks up a highlighter, twirling it nervously. He points to a spot on the page in front of her. His fingers are long and thin, and for a moment she wonders how they would feel against her skin. Cool and smooth, she thinks.
“Here. He mentions Rhaenys. If his timeline was true, he shouldn’t have known anything about her yet. Start there and the thread will unravel. We wouldn’t want you to go to Cersei empty-handed, would we?”
"Thank you Mr. Ba- Petyr. You're a lifesaver. I've been through this dozens of times - I can't believe I missed it."
"My pleasure, Sansa. I'm here to help. Cat was never cut out for litigation you know, but you, you might just have that spark. Now, why don't we go over Rhaegar's documents while we wait for dinner?"
His smile is wide and teasing as he extends his hand, though his eyes are dark and unreadable, and she clasps it between hers. Cool and smooth, just as she thought.