Since the interview turned free for all, the phone had been ringing off the hook. Florence had answered the first few calls, too stunned to do anything but fall back on established lines developed so long ago. Anatoly had come here to play chess and only chess, the way the media surrounded him was disgraceful, of course she stood by his comments... anything that would deflect the questions until he returned and she could ask him what the hell he was doing.
And god, this stranger? Who the hell was he and how did he know so much about this affair? For that matter, how did he even know Anatoly? Certainly, he'd never so much breathed that he knew someone so well-connected as this stranger obviously was.
Angry and terrified, she'd commanded the operator that no calls were to come through unless it was from Anatoly himself and waited for him to come back and explain herself.
Several agonizing hours later, she heard the door open and she sprang up from her seat. "Anatoly?" She checked as she saw he was not alone, that the man who had interrupted the interview was with him.
"Alright, what the hell is going on? Who is he? What is he doing here?"
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Date: Aug. 26th, 2009 02:24 am (UTC)And god, this stranger? Who the hell was he and how did he know so much about this affair? For that matter, how did he even know Anatoly? Certainly, he'd never so much breathed that he knew someone so well-connected as this stranger obviously was.
Angry and terrified, she'd commanded the operator that no calls were to come through unless it was from Anatoly himself and waited for him to come back and explain herself.
Several agonizing hours later, she heard the door open and she sprang up from her seat. "Anatoly?" She checked as she saw he was not alone, that the man who had interrupted the interview was with him.
"Alright, what the hell is going on? Who is he? What is he doing here?"