>>19032959Priscilla Divine could be very persuasive, but it was by seduction and brute force. More money, more prestige, more power and influence than anybody. When it succeeded, it succeeded like nothing else. But in the world where Colby grew up, folks turned their nose up at someone who was too high and mighty like that. Networking and comity and a sense of connection made inroads among people whose own supposed honor wouldn't let them be swayed by pure desire. You wouldn't see Priscilla Divine attending your niece's high school graduation and taking everyone out for lunch afterwards, or remembering the name of the PTA head's special-needs daughter and asking about her again every time they met, or glad-handing with the president of a union during a chili-dog eating contest, but in Colby's world, that was the sort of thing that the rich and powerful did that people remembered. This was the sort of thing that swayed people, not huge offers of wealth and fame, dressed up in a seductive wrapping.
If there was still any chance of getting in front of this thing with Carmody, maybe it went through Sola.
Beyond that, if Colby could help Sola with the struggles she was obviously having, or somehow make amends for her earlier ill-treatment of Sola, or just befriend her for friendship, those things were all worth doing for their own sake. Last night, a couple of texts to Sola had gotten no reply, so it was time to reach out in person.
Colby's white Lambo pulls into the parking lot of the Dojo as the sun is just starting to rise.
