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Despite the tale she weaves being one as old as time ( though with some choice variations, he didn't get a lot of sisters pleading a case ) he minds the details and commits it to memory. During it, his eyes even wander to her left hand, only to be crushed to see that there was no wedding band around it – not even a the paler tan line of one recently removed. He could make an exception for divorcées, but plain singles were decidedly not for him.
He scribbles down the notepad he holds in hand, quite literally drawing some random shapeless lines to make himself look busier and more on it. Diego had never had a need for notes, he had a deceptively good memory, but discovered that clients found comfort in the act of note taking. "Hm, I see." He says at last once she's done, looking at his handy work: an animated cat with goggly eyes. The best he's done yet, if he's being honest.
Looking back up at her, he closes the notepad to give miss Peña his undivided attention. "You're worried about your brother, I understand that. But before we go further into this, I have to lay down your options for you. First, I could find nothing, which would be frustrating for you. Second, I could find it and it will be great for everyone, your brother dodges a bullet and thanks you. Then there's third case, and that's the tricky one: I find dirt on this woman, you show it to Anton, and he doesn't care. Instead of thanking you, he resents you." He pauses, letting her absorb it. Secretly, he hopes she will cling to the second option. "Are you prepared for this, Ms. Peña?"
