Yenpointfive
Supernova
- Joined
- Feb 2, 2009
Nathan Wright couldn't believe his luck. He'd been set up with a seemingly impossible task, albeit one people would have probably forgiven him for failing to complete, and the answer had seemingly fallen into his lap. Being the public face of Interslice Circuits actually made the job harder since you could hardly go up and ask attractive women seeking jobs if they'd like to be paid a great deal of money with good shares options for the position of "office urinal". Sure, the job had other tasks involved in it but Nathan was firmly against the idea of sugar coating the position. Whoever took the job was going to be pissed on day in and day out by the whole staff, which was admittedly not very large, but he knew hiring anyone who didn't expressly agree to the job under that title would have been an HR and possibly PR nightmare, and since they didn't have a head of HR that made it PR's problem, his problem.
He'd stopped in the diner for lunch on the way back from an investor's meeting so he was still in a suit an tie, though the tie had loosened a bit and the top two buttons of his shirt were now undone. Nathan's deep brown hair was cropped short and neatly styled, the color perfectly matching his eyes. His suit was black with thinly spaced pinstripes in a deep shade of gray. His facial hair was trimmed neatly as well. One of the primary reasons he avoided shaving it all off was that it seemed to bump his age up to the later twenties, where as without it it was pretty clear that he was 25.
He stepped up to the table with a little smile. Just a hint of nervousness carried over as he prepared to talk to a girl who'd been bargaining for a golden shower loudly enough that he couldn't have been the only person to hear them. He avoided looking at the wait staff, though he was sure a few of them were eagerly wondering what he had to say. He kept his volume firm but low enough it wouldn't carry quite as far as her voice had. "I couldn't help but overhearing that argument of yours. I realize this probably isn't a terribly appropriate time but I'm sort of in a bind and I was wondering if you'd like to turn your fetish into a job opportunity." As he spoke he held out his business card, naming Nathaniel Wright as President, Co-founder, and head of Public Relations for Interslice Circuits.
He'd stopped in the diner for lunch on the way back from an investor's meeting so he was still in a suit an tie, though the tie had loosened a bit and the top two buttons of his shirt were now undone. Nathan's deep brown hair was cropped short and neatly styled, the color perfectly matching his eyes. His suit was black with thinly spaced pinstripes in a deep shade of gray. His facial hair was trimmed neatly as well. One of the primary reasons he avoided shaving it all off was that it seemed to bump his age up to the later twenties, where as without it it was pretty clear that he was 25.
He stepped up to the table with a little smile. Just a hint of nervousness carried over as he prepared to talk to a girl who'd been bargaining for a golden shower loudly enough that he couldn't have been the only person to hear them. He avoided looking at the wait staff, though he was sure a few of them were eagerly wondering what he had to say. He kept his volume firm but low enough it wouldn't carry quite as far as her voice had. "I couldn't help but overhearing that argument of yours. I realize this probably isn't a terribly appropriate time but I'm sort of in a bind and I was wondering if you'd like to turn your fetish into a job opportunity." As he spoke he held out his business card, naming Nathaniel Wright as President, Co-founder, and head of Public Relations for Interslice Circuits.