Tyrell Wellick nervously muttered to himself while running his fingers through his short hair and paced in the small living room.
"Min elskede," Joanna's smooth voice pulled Tyrell out of his temporary stupor. "Hvad der foregår med dig?" his wife asked as she reached out her arm, slowly rising from their faux-leather couch to block his path. As she steadied his arms with her own, her wide eyes bored directly into Tyrell's crazed blue ones.
"Jag är inte sova, jag är inte äta-" Tyrell's words flowed out in his native language, although it seemed that there would be no way to tell his wife what was wrong. How could he explain something to her that he himself couldn't understand?
"-Du vil ikke sove med mig," Joanna's full red lips pouted. "Hvorfor?"
"Vet inte," the disgruntled VP said, pulling away, unable to meet his partner's gaze as he slumped to the floor in front of the couch. Usually he would cringe at the very thought of a speck of dirt on his floor and his designer suit, but clearly Tyrell was feeling far from normal. His wife sat on the couch behind him with her legs tucked beneath her body.
"Du er altid sikker på om dig selv. Så meget afhænger af din vished hvis du kommer til at gøre dette arbejde for os," Joanna harshly reprimanded her partner. Immediately Tyrell's thoughts turned to his father and the way he'd recite William Carlos Williams in broken English, then Tyrell's mind jumped back to his vision as CTO.
"Jag vet vad jag behöver göra," Tyrell blankly stated while continuing to stare at the wall.
What had happened? How could one afternoon meeting turn Tyrell into a mess that he himself couldn't fathom? This fsociety guy had insisted on an IRL meetup, rambling online about the risky security measures in interacting solely online, and man, this guy was nothing like Tyrell had expected him to be. Generally he avoided assumptions; they only served to form perceptions of doubt and make him uncertain of the unavoidable realities that followed, but that's not to say that Tyrell Wellick doesn't have standards. The two of them had finally reached an agreement. Upon meeting at the location fsociety_samsepi0l requested, Tyrell would have to initiate the conversation with a code word of his choice. After all, compromise is key when you're planning on changing the world. Tyrell made it to the nondescript underpass off an equally indistinguishable street, wearing a worn hoodie and jeans that Joanna would've burned if she knew existed.
"You Williams?" A monotonous voice droned from beneath a dark hoodie, shaking Tyrell from his running thoughts. The man had managed to sneak into the alley silently, or had he already been waiting for his contact to arrive?
"Bonsoir, Sepiol," Tyrell discarded his Swedish accent in an attempt to keep his identity as anonymous as possible. He'd been caught off-guard by the other man's slightly husky voice and his similar appearance - the man known as Sepiol also chose to wear a hoodie, although his was darker and obscured most of his face while Tyrell wore his loosely. Tyrell considered his face to be an unreadable mask, or one of that projected false intentions, but as he saw the man across from him slowly take off his hood, not even the bright sun could aid interpreting Sam Sepiol's face.
If Tyrell had been caught off his guard by Sepiol's sudden apparition into the alley, it was nothing compared to how he felt now. His breath hitched audibly as an unintentional gasp escaped from his lips while he tried to conceal his surprise at the man before him. Throughout all their online interactions and planning, the senior vice president of E Corp's technology expected his ally to be a person in a similar position of power and influence, not a weather-worn dropout. While Tyrell's appearance suggested an established demeanor, Sepiol's physical surface level was no front, Tyrell felt certain about that.
"I've got an in at AllSafe," Sam Sepiol spoke, his voice even, the only hint of emotion shining through his eyes. Shit. No wonder he wanted to meet up; announcing a plan to bankrupt the world using one of its own large conglomerates was one thing, actually having a tangible, physical lead to implement said plan was another. "My guy has been there for a couple weeks," Sepiol continued, "and has access to the E Corp case file. Our DDoS attack is ready whenever you feel like Colby's going to be the most vulnerable."
"I'd give it a few more weeks. Your work ethic is admirable, and I'm sure you of all people appreciate the notion of perfection. By waiting some more time, I can get my way into Colby's circle. He's an idiot, but that doesn't mean the rest of his acquaintances are. We don't need them hanging around and asking the wrong sort of questions. We have one shot at this, and if even one little mishap occurs, everything will be fucked."
The sweat-shirted man known has Sepiol intently listened to the man he knew as Williams, his eyes never veering from the pale face before him. It was as if his fate hung on every word spoken by the executive's lips, and in a way, their destiny did depend on their collaborative scheme.
"Understood." Sepiol nodded, and was it possible there was a glint of something in his eyes, something that said he was secretly pleased he'd managed to get 'Williams' to agree on delaying the attack? Did Sepiol have a bigger scheme in mind than the one he was confiding to his partner in crime?
"Colby should accept me before it's time to make the rounds at AllSafe again, and then I'll establish my end of the program." Wellick's eyes scanned Sepiol's as he spoke, looking for any indication of approval or disagreement, but the only emotions visible on the other man was what could only be described as encouragement and bliss, as if Sepiol had finally been united with what he had been yearning for so long. The mask he had been projecting had slowly but surely unraveled as Wellick spoke, and Tyrell couldn't help the swell of pride that rushed through him. It had been a considerable amount of time since he had felt the power of undoing someone with only a few well-placed words. I caused that, he thought, I made that man bend.
"I have a feeling that we're meant for greatness together."