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Supernova
- Joined
- Oct 18, 2009
- Location
- Canada
Travis sat in his office, drumming his fingers on the large desk in front of him. The man's dark, pure chocolate brown eyes stared the clock down, daring it to run any slower then it already was. The long hand was sitting a minute away from the hour mark and it seemed to be taking it's own sweet time hitting the mark. The seconds hand was racing past the numbers listed on the face of the simple desk clock, enjoying the torment it was giving the man in front of it. Finally, it agreed to reach the final point. A silent alarm crossed the floor of the office building and everyone working seemed to crawl to a halt. Six o'clock had finally come and the whole lot was now released from their office bonds.
Travis Richard Merrett, or 'Dick' as his friends liked to call him, stood up from his desk, buttoned his expensive Italian suit and grabbed the brand-spanking new, accordion folding bag he had resting against the edge of his desk. He slipped a few papers inside the top, picked up the slim, white cellular device and left his office, pulling the door closed. It clicked shut, locking itself as well, and said a silent good-bye to the man. Travis waved to a select few in the office as he passed them, wishing them a good weekend and reminding most of the get together he was having. He had two hours now to get ready and arrive at the location, giving him another hour to make sure everything was in place before the party could really begin.
Everyone who was someone was going to be there, including several popular entertainers of all genres. This time around, the party was to celebrate the joining of his father's company to another, creating one of the new, most powerful partnerships the world could want. Travis was in charge of making sure it would go off without a hitch, as well as appearing in a fashionable manner. Luckily for his father, he had wised up several years ago and rarely acted like a spoiled, twenty three-year-old child. At least not in public.
Travis wasted no time getting into his car, sending off a few texts as he travelled to his penthouse home at the top of the popular hotel chain his father had given him as a pet project. He claimed he could afford loosing the money he would have gained if he kept it, if it kept Travis out of his hair on the larger projects. The rich son made sure to shower and dress in the two hours he had given himself and arrived in the large ballroom of the hotel right on time and began to rush through the checklist.
Tables; check. Entertainment; entertaining. Food; delicious. Servers; delicious as well. Travis made it a point to flirt with several of the female wait staff, making sure they were ready for the crowd. One caught his eye in particular and he waited until the end to approach her.
Travis Richard Merrett, or 'Dick' as his friends liked to call him, stood up from his desk, buttoned his expensive Italian suit and grabbed the brand-spanking new, accordion folding bag he had resting against the edge of his desk. He slipped a few papers inside the top, picked up the slim, white cellular device and left his office, pulling the door closed. It clicked shut, locking itself as well, and said a silent good-bye to the man. Travis waved to a select few in the office as he passed them, wishing them a good weekend and reminding most of the get together he was having. He had two hours now to get ready and arrive at the location, giving him another hour to make sure everything was in place before the party could really begin.
Everyone who was someone was going to be there, including several popular entertainers of all genres. This time around, the party was to celebrate the joining of his father's company to another, creating one of the new, most powerful partnerships the world could want. Travis was in charge of making sure it would go off without a hitch, as well as appearing in a fashionable manner. Luckily for his father, he had wised up several years ago and rarely acted like a spoiled, twenty three-year-old child. At least not in public.
Travis wasted no time getting into his car, sending off a few texts as he travelled to his penthouse home at the top of the popular hotel chain his father had given him as a pet project. He claimed he could afford loosing the money he would have gained if he kept it, if it kept Travis out of his hair on the larger projects. The rich son made sure to shower and dress in the two hours he had given himself and arrived in the large ballroom of the hotel right on time and began to rush through the checklist.
Tables; check. Entertainment; entertaining. Food; delicious. Servers; delicious as well. Travis made it a point to flirt with several of the female wait staff, making sure they were ready for the crowd. One caught his eye in particular and he waited until the end to approach her.