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office affairs [mintie x krad]

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Supernova
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Feb 16, 2009
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a big, big city.
    • Coming to work for a lot of people generally left them pissed off for the rest of the day, simply because they grew tired and un-fond of seeing the same people every day. However, at Bellufaunt's Modeling Agency, it seemed as though there was never really a dull moment within this busy building that stood several stories off the peasant ground below. Truth be told, this large building in New York City held the names and such of numerous models you had seen on those billboards outside and gawked at on a magazine at the corner magazine stands. The woman currently behind all this? "I don't care who that little tramp thinks she is, she is not getting that deal and I will see to it that she doesn't get another modeling gig until she gets her act together." Yes, this accented woman here in fact was the so called 'Big Dog' of the agency that had been passed down to her from her father. Stepping out of the elevator on the top floor, the female in the black pencil skirt that hugged the quite feminine curves of her hips and rear, a white button down tucked in and opened to the third or forth button exposed only the occasional glimpse of a black lace material that was in fact her bra. The only chances of seeing it however was if she were to be sitting down and you were to be taking a quick peak at her large chest.

      Best believe a set of men had been caught doing this before. Rolling her eyes before looking to her secretary and both of them turning their vision to the male sitting on the far left of the secretary's desk, on either side of the desk were a set of glass doors leading into miss Stefani Vargas' office. Evidently this man was here for something but whatever the reason, it slipped her mind. She had seen him numerous times before though and in walking back into her office for a few moments, after a good five minutes, a beep was heard to the secretary's desk and then he was escorted in to the lavish office.[/list:u][/list:u]
 
He walked in and glanced around the room, taking in all the expencive tables and couches. He expected nothing less from Miss. Vargas. He along with many other employees here, genuienly detested her. She was often refered to as 'The Warden' by many of them. Even he, in his snappy buisness suit and tie was no where near as wealthy as this woman, practacly born a millionare.

He looked at her sitting at her desk, the big window behind her looking out into the skyline of the city. He had had the privilage to take a look down her shirt at one point in his employment, and haddn't been caught. "Miss. Vargas." He said as he nodded, smileing slightly as he greeted her.
 
  • Twirling a pen among her fingers carefully, the female watched as he entered her office and did what most people who got the privilege to enter this massive room did; Look around in a bit of amazement before realizing that they had something to do. Leaning forward slightly, she began looking over a set of portfolio's on her desk, chocolate brown bangs dusting over her eyelids and the rest of her hair falling aimlessly down her back and across her chest. Stefani Vargas originally had no intention of taking over this business for her father, having simply been in the modeling business which showed by the pictures that lined some of the hallways (set up by her father, surprisingly) along with other modeling pictures of the family. Though now, the woman set her piercing gaze on the man before her, leaning forward again, "What are you here for?" The Spanish woman's accent filling her words as she held the pen she had once been twirling about in her hand firmly, without any shame, she took a moment to look him over.[/list:u]
 
He looked at her a moment before awnsering. He wasn't afraid of her like the other's were. "I've been working with this company for 5 years, 5 wonderful years. I've worked on hundreds of projects, and always acheived beyond expectations." He started, lounging comfortably in the seat provided. One leg crossed the other as he sat against the plush arm rest, gestureing confidently with his hand.

"But recentally it has come to my attention that one of my recent partners, Jennieal Robbins, a ditzy, lazy, bimbo who complains about every part of her job..." He sat forward. "... has been promoted to executive manager of my floor."
 
  • Hearing the beginning of his speech already start up with the number of years he had put in to the agency, it made her look up when he ended his speech, knowing that this was about the time for him to drop in his problem of why he was here. Her own legs crossed under her desk, she folded her hands together and looked to him with a tilted head, mock innocence in her eyes when he mentioned miss Robbins, who in fact had been promoted a little less than a month ago. Ah. So this was what he was coming in here to complain about, the woman leaned forward, twirling her pen through her fingers again while she looked at him with a soft expression, "Does that just piss you off?" She asked, a hint of curiosity and a bit of marvel that anyone would bother questioning why someone else would get promoted, it made her a bit more curious as to this man, inwardly smiling.[/list:u]
 
"Yes in fact it does." He said looking at her as she leaned forward. "She's unqualified and everyone thinks so." He added. "Now I'm sure you understand." He sat back and put his hand to his chin. He wasn't going to let this one get away without a proper response.
 
  • Uncrossing her legs once he stated that it in fact did, a smile curved her full lips upward, not being able to help it as he spoke as though the world were supposed to just naturally fair. He stated that she was unqualified and yet the woman was so specifically doing her job, it must have just simply bothered him so that he hadn't gotten promoted! The poor dear. . Not. "Tell me, what is it you have done personally for me?" She asked, standing up carefully and towering over him simply because he was in fact sitting down, she couldn't even quite remember this man's name and he was in her office complaining. [/list:u]
 
He also stood up, easily over half a foot taller than her. "You may recall two years ago, when we were having problems with advertizeing. You had everyone notified that the company would be letting people go if things didn't turn up." He turned his back on her and walked slowly around the room, looking at the different pictues of models. "I was the leader of the team that pulled us out of that nasty little nosedive." He said turning to her now. "Jennieal wasn't even on my floor then."
 
  • It made her smile the way he was persistent about the way he carried himself in a manner that demanded himself the attention that he deserved in such a department, though when he brought up such a thing, it made her wince just slightly. That had been her first year at this wretched job, around her third or forth month of owning the business her father so preciously adored, so such a thing was expected for anyone new. This had halfway been why she had put the other female as a head of her floor, to see if she could float in a sink or swim industry. However, when he brought it up, it made her grimace as she closed in the gap of space between them, "Don't you dare bring that up. Don't even." Eyes narrowing incredulously at him as though she were staring into his eyes for something more that he wanted.
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"And does that piss you off?" He asked as she reacted so quickly to it. He remembered seeing her back then, so stressed and confused. That was the first time he'd gotten his look at her too. She'd only seemed to have gotten bigger since then as well, interesting him more.
 
  • Frowning softly at his question, it did make her a bit disappointed, or at least it had originally. However, it made her an entirely different person and it made her a bit harder on her exterior. Though, with that being said, Stefani Vargas had so to speak 'grown' before the rest of the people in the company, her bombshell figure showing completely by the way her body curved. "Quite frankly, it was one of the worst times of my life," Pausing for a moment, miss Vargas took the time to plainly look him in the eyes and state, 'Why must you distrust my judgment?" [/list:u]
 
"Like I said, everyone else on the floor thinks she's unqualified. I've recentally been contaced by another modleing company. They're offering me 10,000 more a year." He explained to her getting to his point. "Since I've been here so long, I've saved up many weeks of vacation, along with my benefits. I'm willing to tell them 'no' if you at least give me the raise I deserve." He looked back at her, his eyes studying her beautiful face.
 
Keeping her arms crossed over her chest tightly, she made a mental note to question everyone else about Jennial's agency actions, needing to make of her company issues. However raising her eyebrow to look at him with an expression that questioned whether or not he was bluffing, although he evidently had been serious about his entire case at which he had brought to her. No, he wasn't bluffing. Moving away from him as the idea of giving him a raise didn't sound too much of a bad thing, shaking her head softly, "Fine, I can take it into consideration, but I am probably not going to demote her to anything lower than her original job." She stated quietly, peering out the large set of windows before unfolding her arms and setting them on her hips.
 
"Thank you Miss. Vargas." He said taking a step toward her. His eyes moved down to look at her hips, taking a careful look at her rear. He'd seen her pictures up on the walls, but she was much more beautiful than she was back then. "If you need me I'll be here late tonight." He said to her then turned to head for the door.
 
  • Despite facing the window, the female felt his eyes on something they shouldn't be just as any woman generally could, even if she wasn't facing in that particular person's direction. . Unless they were a bimbo in the sense of Miss Robbins. "Staring at my ass like that, however, may not keep you in your promoted position." Lips curving into a grin as she stood at her window, taking only a moment to cast a glance over her shoulder at him as he headed for her door, announcing that he would be here late tonight. That was another thing she had noticed about his working habits, that he often didn't mind staying late just as she did to work on projects and things for the company. [/list:u]
 
He chuckled slightly as he came to the door and opened it. He walked back down through the halls, and into the elevator. He considered the meeting they'd just had as the lift brought him down to his floor. He went through the rows of cubicles and got to his office. Which was really nothing more than a cubicle larger than the others, with a better chair.
 
  • The building grew dim as employees and secretaries and floor managers left, going on with their lives and leaving only a few people in the office to lock up whenever they left out. The task was often left to the janitors, who managed to go through all thirty something floors and do a marvelous job, it was strenuous, though they got it done for it being only three of them. Sitting on one of the lounger couches in the casting room, Stefani had been in this large room since a little bit after speaking to the man about his promotion over miss Robbins, who had just today been spoken to and demoted. Long legs crossed as she laid back against the couch, her long, thick hair was tucked up with the help of two pencils, her suit jacket had been tossed on the coffee table across the room, the table that sat in front of her covered in portfolios of models. Hopefuls. Some in the 'No' pile, some in the 'Yes' pile, her warm face was lit up by the lights above her, knowing the janitors would be by shortly to cut off the lights on this level of flooring, which meant she would retreat to her office to do whatever she felt the need to unless she found herself distracted.[/list:u]
 
He typed away at his desk, fileing things for upcomming issues of magazines. He worked as one by one, other people began leaving. The bulk of them left within 10 minuets, leaving only a few straglers who seemed to randomly leave for the night. He loosened his tie as a secretary came by. She was a newer one, and seemed to go out of her way to talk to him. He thought it was cute but really had no interest in her. She flirted for a couple minuets before he politley declined her drink offer with the excuse of work and she left.

He sat back and streached after looking at the clock. The lights in the hall were off and the janitors had already been through to empty the trash. He got up and walked to the small kitchen the floor had and pulled a snapple out of the fridge.
 
  • Hips swaying softly as she moved from the lounge, she smiled softly toward one of the janitors, moving into the elevator and stopping on the floor at which she knew miss Robbin's things rested on. Stefani moving down the pitch black hallway, the female knew this place from numerous times of running through it when she was a child, now walking casually and moving into the open section of cubicles, blinking softly when she found an office with their light still on. Having evidently forgotten that the male had announced himself to be working late, almost jumping softly out of his skin as she heard him moving around in the small kitchen offered on every floor of the agency building. "Jesus." [/list:u]
 
He turned hearing something near his office. He took his drink and walked back. "Evening Miss Stefani." He said taking a drink of his strawberry kiwi mixture. "What brings you by?" He walked into his office and pulled his chair back then sat in it. He'd seen her chair, but he still really liked his. "We're nearly ready to print the new issue. Should be only a nother day or so."
 
  • Turning and looking at him once he moved back toward his area of personal space, still slightly surprised that he was around when just about everyone else who worked in the building regularly was gone. Her hands finding her hips as he sipped on his drink and walked into his office as though it were any normal time of day, though she couldn't help the smile that found her lips as he looked so comfortable in her presence. That was a first. "Why are you here so late?" The question was blunt, knowing that the magazine would be out on time regardless of what he announced because if it didn't, heads would definitely roll. That currently was not the matter at hand however, leaning against his door frame. [/list:u]
 
"I think a better question is, why are you still here? You own this company why do you even come in?" He went back to typeing on his keyboard. Normally no one would ever speak to her this way, but since it was only the two of them, he didn't mind.
 
  • Unfortunately, she wasn't used to people talking to her in just any kind of way, specifically the way he seemed to speak to her, she had yet to meet anyone to get that comfortable in that short amount of time to the female unless they were her close childhood friends at which she had grown up with. "That's exactly why I'm still here. I own this company. I can do whatever I want." That was a slight bit of the spoiled side coming out of her, shrugging softly because even if she sounded spoiled, it sure as hell was true. "But I didn't ask for the better question, I asked why are you here."[/list:u]
 
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