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 Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2010 9:29 pm
[ Xewltar ] → abulabulabu  Walter paused for a second, scanning Bacio's face with gray, calculating eyes. She would've been such a little angel if it weren't for her expression, the constantly challenging arches of her eyebrows and the forever smug curve of her lips. Bacio probably would've been the angel that took every firstborn son in Egypt.
The businessman's breath disintegrated into a series of coughs that he covered with his fist. His shoulders shook with the power of his fading hold onto his empire and slowly, he straightened himself up again. "I expected most of your proposals, Bacio, but you've gained a particular knack for Public Relations." Wrinkles around Walter's lips deepened as he smiled. "And quite honestly, I've already scheduled a press conference and convinced most of the major papers to cover the story."
Nicholson Enterprises was the city's leading provider of wood pulp. All it took was a couple phone calls.
"For now, though, I feel as though we need to get a little more... proactive." Walter set down his empty teacup and walked towards the door, stopping only to grab his cane. "It is high time that we start our own little investigation. We need to find... ... oh, how is it you say it..." His brow furrowed. "Ah! Right. We need to get those 'sonsofbitches,' don't you agree?" The word was dirty, foreign-tasting against his British tongue, but he decided to use it anyway. It wasn't like his apprentice was going to rat him out, anyway.
"Ladies first. I do believe that a quick stop by the police station is in order before we take a stroll."Cuff links, stick pin
When I step out I'm gonna do you in
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Top coat, Top hat
And I don't worry cause my wallet's fat.
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 12:12 am
Osi is a winnar! : DWalter's Office: Ready to get into that Bentley of his. obby.
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Bacio frowned. Her coffee hadn’t been fully dissolved, meaning that whoever had made it had shut the water off before it was properly boiled. The dregs at the bottom weren’t simply a thicker form of the brew: there were still fully formed coffee pieces. Instant coffee pieces. Someone was getting a pay dock for this travesty. If she was going to have to drink dregs, they could at least be the dregs of real coffee beans. Honestly, the audacity of some people was just appalling.
”So, am I needed at these press conferences to look pretty, or should I spend the time cornering people in dark allies?” As much as she hated making nice with the public, if Walter wanted her there was little she could do to say no. After all, it’d be her doing all the sweet talking one day, and it never hurt to have a little practice. She simply watched at Walter rose from his chair, noting every ache the man seemed to feel with the action. He wasn’t that old, really, but this line of work was hard. Knowing Walter he’d hang out here at least for another five years – maybe more – before he finally gave it up and retired with some million-dollar pay out. Her eyes scanned him, taking in every frailty that she could exploit were she to need to. She had no plan to lash out at her boss, that would be stupid considering what she was onto, but it was habit to study people by now. Her head dropped back, watching the man upside down as he moved towards the door.
”Aw, Walter, that’s not a nice word.” There was an injection of sorrow in her tone, her pert lips pressed into a pout as she flipped her legs off he side of the chair and onto the floor. ”You’ll offend my delicate sensibilities, talking like that.”
Pointless banter, but she was good at it. ”You driving, or are we going to grace the bus?” Another useless waste of breath; it was unlikely Walter had taken the bus in the past thirty years.
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> [ Bacio Argento ] <
”I don’t play your rules, I make my own.”
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Posted: Sun Jan 24, 2010 12:21 am
The besotted woman to practically passing out as she fell into the elevator gave away who was on the other side. Jaye waited patiently for Damien to finish off his little ceremony before bounding out and pecking him on each cheek. It was all the rage in Europe.
"I know." Jaye's eyes gleamed. He used his grabbed wrist to tug Damien towards Jesse's office. He had a newspaper clipping to frame. "And what an opportune time for Jesse to be away, isn't it? We can finally run something big!"
At the comment on his eyeshadow though, Jaye paused for a second, before pulling away to tuck a stray strand of hair behind his ear. "Oh, thank you. Bertha. The purple one, yeah, but I was in such a rush to get here I applied the usual green, so. Hopefully it didn't clash."
And while he could've rambled on all day about the sins of clashing eyeshadow, Jaye had a mission. He pulled the newspaper clipping out of his back pocket and smacked it down on Jesse's desk, smoothing a couple of the wrinkles out of it. In that moment, Jaye went from his usual foppish self to total business. He called it his diplomat face.
"Alright, Damien. We can get this property, but we're not by any means the only ones after it. These guys," he pointed at a clause in the paper about Walter, "have a major property advantage. In short, they own it. But it was a Brothel--You know, the one where Gary worked?--so no doubt the media might force them to forfeit the property out of dignity. You see where I'm going with this? Good."
Jaye thought this was a well created plan, if he did say so himself. Not all that risky, obviously since they were so damn good at well. Being hot. And it wasn't like he was about to forget any varia-- Oh! "And one of us will have to deal with getting a few cops on our side so they stay out of the way of the legal interactions. Rock, paper, scissors for it?"
Absolutely foolproof.
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