Milo smiled nervously and took a somewhat larger sip of his martini. He wasn't sure he'd ever heard someone call James wellfleet an asshat. At least not that openly. It made him a little uncomfortable but he knew nothing he could say was going to wave away whatever deep seeded feud the two had. He had almost asked Trip at one point, but if just mentioning the guy made him that mad, milo wasn't about to poke a hornets nest. Then again he knew that and here he was having a leisurely drink with said object of fury.<br/><br/>He shook his head<strong>"You know I can't do that. What do intern's even do at your company? feed you grapes while you dream up next month's big tech miracle?"</strong>Milo might have brushed Flynn off easily each time, but he was touched. It was tempting to think about what sorts of treasures a book lover with endless cash like him might have tucked away. Not that the wellfleet company didn't have an extensive and rich collection. A company so old money had the privilege of long time connections and reputation.<br/><br/>Milo grinned wearily<strong>"Getting a to work with such priceless pieces of history is more rewarding than I would have imagined....then again it's kinda like working with dynamite. One wrong move and I could destroy a manuscript worth more than my childhood home."</strong><br/>He shrugged<strong> "I'll be alright once I get the hang of things..." </strong>or so he hoped. Milo felt a bit silly complaining about his tedious job in front of a self-made industry icon.<br/>