"Hello, E." He greeted with a grin. His eyes traveled over her , not that he could see her well in the darkness.
"O, its been too long…" Esmé said sipping her drink. Olaf ordered a wine bottle from the menu and turned back to her.
"Esmé, I didn't picture you as the orphan adopting type…" Olaf commented.
"Orphans are in." Esmé explained drinking rather quickly it wasn't everyday that her ex lover walked back into her life.
"You seem tense."
"I'm not tense."
"Okay then…" Olaf said putting his hand over her glass and pulling it away gently. "We both know that you don't do well with drinks." Esmé cast him a glare and he let go of her cup.
"I'm not tense"
"I believe you…Anyway I need your help because you see I've been chasing after those Baude-Brats for along time and I'm going to steal their fortune. I need your help . I need access to the Baudelaires and I need a place to keep the Quagmires." Olaf explained watching her finish off her drink.
"So you have the Quagmires! I wondered where they were. I'm supposed to be looking for them but I really didn't care. So yes I can help you but what's in it for me?" Esmé asked raising an eyebrow.
"Well…of course if you want to with me then I will give you a share of the Baudelaire fortune…" Olaf said grinning as her green eyes flashed in the candle light.
"And the Quagmire fortune?"
"Yes that too."
"Okay. I'll come but only for a really nice slice."
"It will be as big as you want it to be my dear. You have always knew how to push my buttons."
Esmé winced a little at the memory. "I've changed." she said quietly.
"Yes you have. You've gotten rich and even more beautiful."
"Another drink over here." Esmé called to the bar tender. "Your looking……the same as always. Before you come into my house you have to be in. So get a pinstriped suit to go with your disguise. I'm no doubt guessing you haven't very much money so here's 200 for the suit and anything else you need to by." Esmé said slapping four 50s onto the table.
"Your so thoughtful. Remember that you used to be poor too."
"I know. I don't talk about it in my new life of high society. I was rich as a child but my parents died in a fire and I was sent to live with normal people. Then you lured me into living with you when I was 18."
"You told me you were 20."
"That doesn't matter but know I'm a highly respected financial advisor that sees more money a day then you'll ever steal. "
"Maybe so but your leaving with me remember so about next week……."