"Last I checked, Overture was practicing his aim at the shooting range." Finale's reply was swift, faster even for her to process. Her words were merely reactionary now. She hadn't expected Grave to step through the door then, half hoping she had at least a minute to gather her thoughts, or rather, her composure. The folder in her hands felt like cement as she rose to her feet. "You learn to never bother him when he's holding a gun in his hand."

Finale's eyes matched Grave's for a second and that was all that it took for Finale to know that the man wasn't satisfied with her answer. She knew better than to divert her gaze. She gave a heavy sigh, maneuvering her way around the table. Her hand swept up the purse and sifted it smoothly into her coat. "We were discussing business."

Grave shifted his weight, slipping his form directly between Finale and her straight shot towards the door. "Business."

Finale pulled herself to a stop before Grave. The man was easily a foot taller than her and Finale had no other choice but to look upwards. She held the folder loosely in her arms but her grip couldn't be any tighter. "Ceravas was our client once before; there's nothing strange about him coming to us again for hire."

"Yeah, but you forget that Overture's the one who calls it." Grave reached for the folder where Finale flipped it out of his reach. Her face was brimming with poorly concealed insult and disdain.

"That's why this is business between myself, Ceraves and Overture." The folder came back to a rest much closer in Finale's arms. It still was within Grave's reach but it was made perfectly clear that it wasn't to be touched. "Overture will decide whether we take the job or not, but that doesn't stop him from taking advice from me. I know Overture relies on you as a brother would but ultimately I hold superior authority over you, understand?"

It was Grave's turn to frown now, though if he felt any kind of trapped animosity none of it showed on his face. The moment those words left Finale's mouth she instantly regretted letting them slip. All the members of the Circle had always acted like family since it's creation. Even Overture's standing at the top tier came across to the rest of the members as a father figure. She shut her eyes for a second, her mouth open for what was supposed to be a clumsy apology but all that came out was another sigh. "Listen, Grave, you can be sure that Overture will have the last say in this matter, that much I promise you."

Grave made a sound similar to a grunt as he threw his gaze to the side. And then, in a much more forced motion, stepped aside to allow Finale to pass. Even as Finale followed him with her eyes, he never met her gaze. Instead his eyes took to surveying the room, as if trying to peer into the furniture's memory. She lowered her head, pressing the folder against her breast as she continued her trek towards the door.

"I'm gonna eventually see whatever's in that folder."

Finale took a glance over her shoulder and resisted the urge to look away once she felt Grave's eyes land on hers. His face was a mixture of emotions, half of which Finale did not like. Finale couldn't even force a smile onto her face, knowing full well that her moment to ponder and question on everything Ceraves had given her had come to a short end. Looking at Grave now her mind came across a single idea that made her pity Grave and, even more so, detest herself for considering it as an option. She couldn't bear to keep her own eyes on Grave now, turning herself to face forward.

"Everyone's going to get their chance to know what's in this folder Grave. All in due time."