Conference Room An ancient (not antique, that would be optimistic) oak table with a scarred (are those claw marks?) surface takes up most of the floor space in this room. A mismatched assortment of chairs surround the table (you'll be lucky if you can find a swivel chair in here) where the editors are expected to meet weekly for their progress reports. Meetings with clients are also often held here, and everything that happens can be seen (but not heard) from the outside as the blinds that once covered the windows were unfortunate enough to have been in the way of a quarrel between a sorcerer and his transfigured (minotaur) brother. You are here. |
Getti pushed the door open, an hour early for the scheduled staff meeting. Which only meant that everyone else was an hour late, which made her quite unhappy. Or more unhappy, whichever that applied. She walked around to the head of the table and stood there, her hands propped up on her hips as she tapped her lime green shoes on the disgustingly grey, cement floor. |
Mona caught the door before it slammed shut, shoving the doorstop down with her boot. The shuffling and muttering of the staff filing out of the break room (they sound like Inferi) could be heard behind her. "Ian's gone to get more coffee," she said. She jerked her head towards the shuffling and muttering. "Idiocy ahoy," she muttered under her breath. She turned behind her. "Hurry along, dearies! We haven't got all daa-ayyy." |
Rather reluctantly, Rico shuffled into the conference room, slipping into a seat at the end of the table as opposite from Getti and Mona as possible. He was still a little itchy from that dratted couch and thus his usually cheerful disposition had just gone down the drain. What a wonderful first day - this meeting was just going to be the icing on his Deathday cake. |
Jordan walked into the conference room. She really hoped that she wasn't late. She had already made a bad first impression with Getti, she didn't want to worsen it by being late to her first meeting. As she walked in she saw Getti Forde and two others that she didn't know. Seeing as how the woman was standing beside Ms. Forde she was probably the Mona girl that she was always looking for. She still didn't know who the man was, he must be one of the other writers seeing as how he was as far from them as possible. She walked in and took an empty seat, setting her things down. "Hello" She said quitly, just to be polite. |
Ana made her way to the Conference room, glancing at her watch to make sure she wasn't late. Satisfied, she pushed open the door, only to find she was not the first one there. "Um, hello," she said to nobody in particular, and moved to find an empty seat by the large table. |
Having followed some other DP employees to this room, Tristan looked around to find an empty seat around the wonderfully overused table. He pushed back a chair, wondering just what sort of squishy context he had touched, and sat down. The people around him looked as gloomy as the offices around here, that dark haired guy over there even looked like he was sitting pretty uncomfortable. Tristan didn't dare move to much, he might get a splinter from this rackety old chair. But carefully, he leaned back crossing his arms and waited for the meeting to begin. |
"You know," Getti spoke to Mona in a tone that suggested they were simply gossiping about some event they had attended together, "I would have expected that people would be prepared and punctual in a corporate setting like this." She hummed a tune which sounded eerily like Sally's Song from that one muggle classic that her mother used to put on around Christmas. Unrolling the parchment, she looked at the notations she'd made and said to the room at large, "I do hope you're all invigorated from your naps and coffee break." Yes, it didn't slip past her notice that almost the entire staff had gone for a break before their seats had even managed to warm up. |
Mona flipped her hair back nonchalantly. "It seems like too much to ask for. As if we were incorrect to assume appropriate behavior of our staff. Sad." Her eyes skimmed the staff list in front of her, and swept the room. "It does seem as if we're missing several people, I would just hate to begin and leave them out of such an important gathering. Wouldn't youuu?" she asked them sweetly. "It'd be such a shaaame." Where is that coffee? |
Nathan sauntered casually into the Conference room clutching a cup of foul coffee from the break room. Merlin's pants! He didn't think it was possible to have worse tasting coffee than the stuff provided in the Ministry of Magic, but he had been proved very very wrong indeed.. He nodded at his two bosses, “Ladies.” he said before he took a seat next to a young lady and gave her a smile. He sat back in his seat and took a sip of the poor excuse for coffee which caused his facial muscles to spasm involuntary. He sputtered a little. Just Urgh! He took a look around at his colleagues.. Wasn't that wassisface? Rocco... Riccu, Ricky Risckster Rockstar.. hmm.. the one from the conference who was with Angelina when Mosquito Woman struck. Anyway.. he gave the man a nod and said “Alright, mate?” He wondered when he would be given a chance to get properly acquainted with his colleagues. Maybe he would suggest a drink in the Leaky later. What better way to get to know each other than over a few relaxed drinks in the cozy surroundings of his favourite haunt... |
Nodding at the girl who took a seat beside him, Rico didn't dare speak. He had a feeling Getti would cut his tongue out and/or skin him alive if he didn't appear completely focused on work in this meeting. And already there she went, humming a creepy tune like...like some giant, evil spider honing in on its prey. Well, she had them all in her web now. Not much he could do about that. Remind me again why I took this job? Rico propped his elbow on the table and rested his forehead in his hand, massaging his temples as he pondered that question. He pulled a square little Muggle notepad out of his back pocket and a pen, just now noticing that one guy for the first time. Hadn't they met once or twice or thrice? He was one of Angelina's buds, Rico was pretty certain of that. "Hey," Rico acknowledged him quietly. "What a day, huh?" And it had only just begun. |
The Leaky had proved to be its usual unchanging self, rendering it nearly impossible to get some decent service quickly. Luckily for Ian, the Proprietress was easily flattered and a flash of his pearly whites had sped up what could have been a painful experience. Hoshino had purchased That Woman's and Mona's orders properly with the extra charge of his own small soy Macchiato with two shots of vanilla. Of course, he had also made sure to get a mocha, in case Forde decided she didn't want her usual after all. It didn't hurt to have a back up to fall on. Pressing his wide back against the word, Ian opened the door of the conference room, the squeaking of chairs and nervous breathing filling his eardrums. By the looks of it, the meeting seemed to be doing well. It could have been worse. Delicately, he placed all three orders that didn't belong to him by Mona and sat as far as possible from everyone. Surrounding himself with empty chairs, Ian heaved a sigh and cupped his coffee between his hands. Inconspicuously, he glanced at Getti through his lashes. She wasn't smiling sickeningly sweet at anyone. That was good news. |
Totally out of character, Egypt Greenwood was late. She was so upset at herself for being late she could skip her piece of chocolate before bed to punish herself. The twins were still in the hospital and since she had been sleeping there every night she didn't have an alarm clock and she was late getting home to get changed. She rushed out of the fireplace at the Prophet as she breezed into the office. Her brown eyes sweeped the office looking for signs of life and she saw everyone in the conference room. Quote:
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She pulled out a notebook and a thermos from her messenger bag. She poured herself a cup of coffee and her husband. She slid his cup next to his hand and then took a sip of hers and turned her attention to head of the conference table. |
"Oh, how sweet," Getti simpered at the married couple as she picked up her own cup of coffee, which had appeared out of nowhere. Although, Getti always expected a cup of coffee to be waiting for her, even when she hadn't asked for one, "A picnic, is it?" Before the new recruits could reply, Getti's gaze swept over the assembled staff members and a quick count told her that there were still a number of staff missing, "Hmmm." The slight pursing of her lips revealed her dissatisfaction with the situation, "This isn't a bus, and if some people decided not to bother with the staff meeting today, then maybe we should simply... not bother to have them on staff any longer." |
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She saw her pursed lips and she was sorry to admit it was the only expression that worked on the woman's face. That was such a shame she was a beautiful woman and she let that expression ruin her face. |
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Ma'am? Getti's eyes flashed bloody murder and she glanced away from the insolent new staff member, "Mona?" She wanted to start this meeting already, and get it over with, "Tell me you have a list of those not present already written up." They can all kiss their bonuses goodbye. |
Heavy and thick, the sensation his macchiato gave him going down his throat as he sipped cautiously, must be the same feeling (albeit unpleasant) Getti Forde was experiencing with having to swallow the fact that these were, indeed, her new employees. The feelings the obvious couple roused in Ian Hoshino were difficult to decipher. There existed a prick of exasperation, noticeable by the way the corner of his lips twitched menacingly. Alongside that rode steadily a skinny beast of envy, barely visible besides the massive chariot of inferiority he felt towards them. Contemplatively, Ian cradled his coffee between his large hands, lips tight against the rim of the paper cup. How long until Getti started ducking bonuses from everyone? That wouldn't do. He was counting on the Christmas Bonus for that trip to Venice. |
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She took a sip of her own coffee as Nathan took a sip of his. She smirked as his stomach rumbled under the table. She would have to take him out to lunch or something. |
Mona checked her list once more, sipping daintily at her hazelnut coffee. Ahhh, perfect blistering caffeine. She smiled at Ian, mouthing a "thank you," in true cornball fashion. "I'll brief them later, if they ever do deign to appear." She grinned brightly and toothily at the group. "Looks like we can get started!" In the wild, when a primate bares their teeth, it is a signal of a threat, or physical confrontation. This wasn't quite the wild...and she was technically a primate...but one should learn to fear one of Mona's toothy grins. |
"Yes," Getti unrolled the parchment she'd brought in, watching it roll across the length of the table til it rested to a stop about three quarters down, "If any of you feel the need to groan, do it outside my awareness." Now, Getti was no spring chicken... she was fast approaching forty, and as much as she hated to, she fished out a pair of ultra stylish reading glasses from her vintage Gucci handbag and put them on to look down at her list, "First order of business," she looked up at the entire assembled staff, "We got rid of the old idiots, hired you lot and we expect you to prove you aren't as idiotic as the rest of the now... unemployed slackers." She waited for Mona to add in her two cents, which was probably wise. The board of directors had reminded her again and again to be more diplomatic when it came to the staff and HR matters. In Getti's opinion, that was what Mona was here for. |
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Putting down his coffee, Ian averted his eyes from the woman. He had no intention of being polite, kind nor warm towards his new co-workers. There would be no bonding nor any 'getting to know each other' business if he had any say in it. Quote:
Getti was speaking about the fired folk, and Hoshino could only grin as he fetched out his designer glasses from their Dolce & Gabbana case. Shutting the case with a louder clank than he would have liked, he put the case away quickly before Forde could remark upon it. Just, put them on Hoshino, he instructed himself as he performed the action. Think of them as your defense shield. None of her words can get through you if you wear them. Hopefully. |
Mona beamed, and licked her lips dainitly. As a tigress would before devouring her prey. "We're very pleased to have you on staff, and hope your assimilation into this new environment and amongst our senior staffers will be as seamless as possible," she (almost) cooed. "I am here to address any of your needs, wants and concerns. I. Me. Mona." Her face hardened slightly, these last three short sentences sharp and dart-like. Don't expect any of those needs, wants, or concerns to be met. I've only promised to acknowledge them. Mind my choice of words. |
"Hmmm..." Getti nodded, still peering through her glasses at the piece of parchment, "If you need anything, go to Mona. Don't expect me to be there to baby you through the process," She unhooked her glasses and looked at the staff again, "Speaking of which, the process." Her gaze fell on the section editors, "First progress report will be expected next week, you'll be meeting with Mona, who will inform me." If they didn't know what they needed to do during a progress report, that certainly was none of her business. She had made sure the job descriptions had been thorough enough in the contracts they had all signed when they'd agreed to take the jobs. If they didn't read their contracts, then that was their own fault. "As for ad sales..." her voice took on that eerie, soft tone again as her gaze dropped on Ian Hoshino, "We were losing revenue last month, I expect you all to be more... persuasive this month." Dismissing him and his team by moving on to the next order of business with absolutely no seque, Getti went on, "The layout team will be working under my supervision," her emotionless gaze fell on Enrico this time, "Which does not by any means, imply that I will pay any of you special attention over the process of publishing the paper." |
Sienna couldn't help to roll her eyes a bit. Hopefully this was not all they were going to discuss during this 'Meeting'. The only thing that could even matter to her will be the things pertaining the Section Editors and, well, yes, the photos and ads, but she knew what Getti was saying. She didn't even bother to write something of what was being said down on her piece of parchment with her eagle quill. Why should she be doing that, when she got it all in her head? Precisely. Ugh. And this chair she was sitting on was not good on the fabric her trousers were made of. Someone should expend money on buying a nice chair, at least for the editor, the other ones were not important. Despite the oh-so-usual information she was getting, Sienna's face denoted focus, and maybe a bit of boredom. |
"Well, news?" Getti looked over at the News section editor, "Find out what's going on with this jewel thief fellow, I don't want any nonsense speculations, I want you to get to the bottom of it. Find out who it is, and we'll make sure we get the first scoop." Before that editor could respond, she was already on the next topic, "Have we got an inside to the Sports department? What are they planning with the World Cup? Will England make it? How confident are they? I want a line-up on the possible national team, even if they haven't formed or finalised it, I want it on my desk by the time that progress report is done." The world cup was ages away, and chances are... England wouldn't even make it to the finals, but that was what sold papers, and they had to have the first scoop, after all. "And what is this rubbish about Hogwarts? It's a school, they have new teachers." Getti tossed the scrap of parchment note over her shoulder, "Always with the school drama, there is the rest of the community to consider, if there is no horrific deviant behaviour in the new headmaster's past, I don't want to see it on my papers." |
...timing fail? LOL Perhaps...just maybe...Mona shouldn't enjoy this quite so much. Getti was so emotionless, so detached. It certainly was Mona's job to Keep the ignorant Quaffles of the office away from Getti, which always proved trying, for some reason. It was her job to coddle the puppies whenever Getti kicked them too hard, her job to coo HR and her job to avoid lawsuits. There were plenty of reasons why there shouldn't be a smug smile on her face, why her blue eyes shouldn't be dancing with glee. And yet, it was always SO FUN to watch Getti purposely and grudgingly interact with the staff. Delicious. She gave a cheeky wink at the section editors, a reluctant nod to poor Ian (should be no problem selling ad space with that lovely face, huh?), and spared The Napper a smile. "It means you're to report directly to her. She can't seek you ou-uuut," she reminded in a singsong voice. Still, it did fall to her to make sure that they were reporting to Getti regularly, to stay on top of them. A joy, truly a pleasure. |
News? Oh, well, of course, that was her Section. And she was the editor, so, better pay attention to that. Ha. That was all? Sounded easy, but it was quite the work. Right. Not so much for her, since there was someone that was taking care of that. She eyed the Conference Room, where was she? Hmmm. She'll better make sure that new was taken care of. "Already on it" she nodded, yet there was no writing involved, and golden notebook was blank. Just a bit messy from a few parchments coming out of it, but there was nothing written on the page it was open. Her eyes narrowed the slightest bit on the Hogwarts part, she was determined to find something for her next article, something worthwhile in the News Department, because she wasn't looking for gossip. |
"Are we on the campaign?" Getti asked the News Editor, but as usual, she didn't give the other person a chance to answer, "We better be, I want you to be in constant contact with the Ministry, find out who's heading the race and what they're doing to get ahead." She paused, the tip of her quill pressing up against her bottom lip for a moment as she thought, "Get the dirt on Reagan. She can't possibly have lived her entire life without SOME skeletons in her closet. Dig them out, readers don't want a glowing report on a saint, they want scandal and gossip. I'm shooting for a big, dirty expose. Not just on Reagan though, I want something on all possibly candidates for the new Minister, the readers deserve to know who's going to be leading their government." |
Ian picked up his coffee cup for lack of a better thing to do other than to shoot hateful glances at Getti Forde while she wasn't looking. She acted as if he was the sole person working with the advertisements contracts. If Hoshino's co-workers hadn't been such slackers they wouldn't be in this mess to begin with! He'd just have to keep all the commission money for himself. |
Six more hours. Six more hours. Six more hours. That would be Rico's mantra, yessir. Six more hours, he thought, eying the lovey-dovey couple sitting a few chairs away. Ugggghghggh marriage. Oi. Rico had enough trouble just getting a girlfriend. Six more hours, he repeated to himself, subconsciously scooting his chair farther away from the creepy woman licking her lips. If Getti was a big ole evil spider, then Mona was her puppydawg who fetched her glasses for her. Six more hours. Rico exhaled deeply, trying to maintain an inner calm when Forde spoke again. Oh. No. She. Didn't. Just. Say. That. They were going to be working DIRECTLY with Getti? U-NO-POO! This was ridiculous! First they say, "Stay away stay away!" Then nooo, it's all, "Come to her come to her! Feel free to stick yourself to the walls of her poisonous webbity web!" Women. They just had to give the most mixed signals, didn't they? Rico's dark brown eyes widened suspiciously when wolfy Mona bared her teeth at him. Uggghggh - she should stop drinking so much mocha. Taints the teeth. Rico sat up in his chair and covered his smirk with his left fist, trying to look focused as he jotted some notes down in his little notebook. At least the spotlight was on that pretty news editor now; Rico had plenty of time to doodle in his notebook while they discussed the election. It might have looked like he was jotting notes, but really he had a very elaborate drawing of the Getti Spider/Mona Wolf combo deal going...hehehh he'd have to owl that to Pablo later....... |
Jordan looked up from her notepad as Getti said something about sports. She quickly began jotting it down in her notebook. Oh how she really wanted to make a good first impression on her first day. She could already tell that some of the other workers were getting restless, just as she was. This wasn't excactly the most enjoyable meeting ever. Getti knew excatly what she wanted and wasn't afraid at all to go and get it. She crossed her leg and then looked back up at Getti and Mona. Now she knew what was expected of her. It didn't seem like there were too many things to go over. SHe just felt sorry for everyone who hadn't made it to the meeting. She would hate to have to deal with Getti if she had not done her part on something. |
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Egypt was going to need a shower after this trip through the gutters. |
Nathan looked from Getti to the Mona woman, who was busy giving them a toothy smile as she delivered her HR speech. He gave her a warm smile in return... but his eyes soon moved back downwards to look at the table as the smile stayed fixed in place. That was just... scary. He looked up at Egypt suddenly as she shuffled closer to him. The instinct being to put a protective arm around her... but again, Getti would probably give them a look that could quite possibly turn them both to stone if he did... so he refrained from doing so and instead took a sip of his coffee to distract himself, his eyes following his wife's to the man who had obviously been here so long, he had become Getti and Mona's personal lap dog. Poor, poor sod. Talk about purgatory. What wrong had the man done in a past life to deserve such a fate? As the meeting dragged on (well, it wasn't really a meeting so much as a being talked at and glared at session), his mind began to wander ...to his cushy job at the MLES to be exact. What would he be doing right now? Snoozing at his desk; having a light hearted chat with Alexa in the break room over tea and biscuits; poking fun at Nicoli. Merlin's bottom - imagine doing that to Ol' Getti. ..Cruella De Ville was nothing on this woman. He glanced at his watch under the table, resisting the urge to pull a face at how little time they had been in here. ...Man, was this dull.. |
"Now I know what some of you must be thinking," Getti said, tucking her reading glasses back into the side of her handbag, "Why do we need to expose the Ministry candidates when Witch Weekly or The Quibbler are sufficient enough in their scandalous speculating?" She set the palms of her hands down on the table and looked down each member of staff as she went on, "Because we're the broadsheet with the largest reach in Britain, and as such the community relies on us to give them the facts. That's right, I want facts. Not speculations." The last time someone had tried to make up scandalous gossip about a member of the Hogwarts staff, the Daily Prophet found themselves in a terrible libel case and that employee had ended up with a job as the under-conductor on the Knight Bus. The Prophet now had the completely advanced fact checking resources installed in the Archives to ensure everything that was printed was true. "Double check everything you research, because you can bet I will be doing just that." She straighted up again, "Now Lifestyle, tell me what you've got going so far? What is the theme you've come up with this month?" She resisted snapping her fingers to get the Lifestyle people to hurry up and tell her so she could comment on it already. |
Ana looked up from the spot on the table she'd been staring at for the past couple of minutes, her eyes focusing on Getti Ford. "I... uh... well, we haven't discussed everything in detail yet," she began haltingly, feeling uncomfortably scrutinised under Getti's gaze. "So far, Egypt has suggested to do a piece about managing both a career and a life at home, right, Egypt?" Ana looked over at her collegue, desperate for some back-up, feeling unusally vulnerable. She would really need to get a grip on herself soon, considering she would be working with Getti quite a lot in the near future. |
Getti's only response to that entirely unsatisfactory reply was to purse her lips. She had to look away from the section editor, due to the fact that she was so disappointed. |
While everyone had been talking, Hoshino drew a slip of parchment from his pocket along with an extravagant peacock feather quill. Annotating the order of the soon to be clients in Diagon Alley, Ian's attention was brought up by the nervous shake of one of the new subordinates voice. Instinctively, his brown eyes shifted sideways to analyze That Woman's countenance. She had pursed her lips. Eyes widening drastically, he sought solace from the exit behind him knowing that when it came to it--he'd be the first to leave their incarceration. |
Mona eyed Ana with a curious mixture of pity and glee. The curve of her peach lipsticked mouth suggested pity and camaraderie, but her eyes would have been making loud guffawing noises if they could. "Well, you need to make good friends with the details, don't you, dearie?" she said obligingly. "That's all very well for Egypt, but we also need youuurrr input. DINING!" she ejaculated abruptly. "Personally, I find it very difficult to find a reputable establishment in which to share a meal with an eligible bachelor. Everywhere seems to have a hag in the corner. I can't enjoy a filet mignon with hag smell wafting over it. I would like to read about something like that if I were a commoner." She smiled. "Just a suggestion." |
Sergio Mancini boldly entered the conference room. After wandering around the empty offices, he finally realised everyone was in a meet, one he should be in. Had he arrived at work the previous day, when he was supposed to start his position, he would have known this. But he was completely oblivious about that, and even if he did know, he wouldn't have cared. "Ah, I see I'm late to the party!" he laughed loudly, completely interrupting the meeting. He walked over to two beautiful ladies whom he recognised as the editors. "I presume you two are my bosses!" he said cheerfully, extending his hand. His strong cologne wafted in their direction. "Sergio Mancini, your new sports editor!" he announced to the room. With that he turned and took a seat at the end of the table. He casually leaned back and kicked his feet up, as if this was his flat and not a professional place of business. Of course, Sergio never had a formal job such as this, it was straight to Quidditch after Hogwarts, and then endorsements after that. How should he know the proper manners for an office place? |
Her nerves already stretched by the fact that Lifestyle had nothing to offer, Getti almost snapped when a flamboyant man entered the conference room as if he was merely late for a social function. She eyed the feet propped up on the table, her narrowed eyes flashing like icicles at the sight. Her already pursed lips were pursed even further, making her look like she had just swallowed something really sour. As usual, when incredibly angered, Getti's voice took on that soft, sweet quality, "If you consult your contract, you'll find that termination based on conduct and hours served is entirely acceptable in the Daily Prophet." |
Nathan's eyes flitted between the poor girl called Ana and his wife a few times making him resemble one of those muggle action men with funny shifty eyes. He looked back over at Mona again, letting out a half giggle, half snort at her analysis of not being able to get a decent meal because of...urm... hag ..smell...? He covered his mouth and looked back down at the table, jumping slightly as the door flew open and another fella strode in, introducing himself rather boldly to Mona and Getti. This couldn't be good.. not good at all.. |
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Looking around, he was pleased to see his was the best-dressed in the room, wearing purely designer items, some muggle some wizard. In his view, mixing fashion from both worlds led to the best appearance. He started contemplating about starting some sort of fashion line or writing (rather having someone else write) a book about how to dress. He made a note to bring that up with his assistant. Surely it would bring in lots of money. He was half-heartedly listening to the meeting, which seemed to have stopped when he entered. "Feel free you continue. Don't let me distract you!" he laughed sweetly. He didn't understand why everything that moment was about him, though he didn't hate the attention. |
ahh nerrrds >< I FAIL AT TIMING Mona was quite honestly struck dumb. For a moment, a single frozen moment suspended in time, she could not move, could not speak, could not think. Her jaw opened slightly in shock, and she stared at Mancini as if she couldn't believe her eyes- for, indeed, she could not believe them. She blinked once, and time began to move again. Air, precious air, flowed back into her lungs. It would have been even more precious if it weren't laced with heavy syrupy VILE cologne. She gagged slightly. She cleared her throat. "We are...indeed, your bosses, Sergio," her voice slightly hoarse and dripping with disdain. "And the very first thing I must ask of you," she said, click-clacking towards him slowly, "is that you NEVER place your shoes on any surface in this office again. Secondly, I must ask that you lay off the cologne, because no one can work whilst being asphyxiated. And thirdly, I must ask that you speak with me immediately following this meeting if you hope to remain employed here." |
There was that term of endearment again. Love. Funny how men seemed to just toss it around as if it were nothing more than 'chopped liver'. This flamboyant man, Sergio Mancini, was clearly too used to having his way. "While some women may swoon at being called your love," Getti said sweetly, "If you dare address me in such a fashion one more time, I will hex your tongue off and make you swallow it with the coffee in our breakroom." Done with that, Getti returned her attention to the Lifestyle editor, "Have a substantial plan drawn up by the end of the day or you will all be reading the Lifestyle section from your worn out sofas at home." |
Hex your tongue off and make you swallow it with the coffee. For once, Mona did not smooth this over. It was quite appropriate for the situation, and if he fussed to HR she didn't really care. There was nothing to worry about as long as he didn't push Getti. Instead, she sneezed into her wrist, and her eyes began to water. Hm. Allergies instead of asphyxiation. Charming. |
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But he wasn't so full of himself to believe he could win over this broad. Some people are just hopeless, and such was the case with this beautiful, though older than those Sergio liked, woman. He merely shrugged and put on a sincere face. "Yes ma'am," he replied. It was so strange for him to use that term, it seemed so formal, so proper. It seemed that formality was only reserved for people more important than you, such as when people often spoke to Sergio. He needed to get used to being a subordinate, and that would take more than a few weeks at least. The woman continued to stare daggers into him. He contorted his face into that of an innocent boy and mimed zipping his lips and throwing away the key. He leaned over the table with a now serious look, as if he were really focused on the meeting. A meeting he still didn't know the purpose of... |
Leaning back on his rickety chair, palms pressed against the table, Ian Hoshino could only watch with astonishment as the late arrival entered the conference room, robes blustering boldly as he turned to speak to the Venomous Ones. Ian's fateful hand traveled a lonely road towards his forehead, where it landed with a dull smack, inching down the man's chiseled features. This wasn't going to end pretty. And in fact, it wasn't starting pretty either. Mona Quigley, the one with the usually Then, the most catastrophic thing happened. Mancini thought it proper to call Getti Forde love; in the presence of others none the less. What shot forth from Getti Spider's eyes could only be described as invisible flaming daggers of absolute and unstoppable death. Ian was just glad he wasn't the one being threatened with the forceful ingestion of year old instant coffee. The tongue dismemberment was pretty awful too. Distraught from imagining the bloody scene of Mancini's tongue being ripped from his mouth thanks to a Severing Charm, by high pitched squeak piercing his eardrums Ian tilted his head slightly at Mona. "Bless you," he mouthed, not daring to make any sound while Getti's lips were still impossibly pursed. If only he could reach out--and twist her mouth right off. |
Rico was just putting a few finishing touches on his SpiderWolf doodle - adding a few age spots and wrinkles to Getti's face - when the meeting really took off now. He flipped his notebook shut and settled back in his seat to watch this new guy swagger around. Ahaha. What a lad - clearly he was a man cut from the same cloth as Rico...only Sergio had never had manners beat into his brain with a stiff piece of biscotti. Alas, if only everyone had a slightly violent Italian grandmother. Heh. For once, Mona and Getti were actually in the right. They had absolutely every reason to er, cut the guy's tongue out and eat it in their soup or whatever it was they were discussing. Rico might just have a bit of respect for those two now; if they could control the Mancini beast then they could control the world. And maybe Mona did have a point about that wretched hag smell that seemed to populate every pub in London....or was she just unable to stand her own stench? That was mean but hey, she probably couldn't even get a date if she yelled at every innocent man who tried to take a nap. |
Hee-CHOO! Hee-CHOO! Mona's cheeks colored, and she quickly conjured a silk handkerchief. She held it to her small nose and nodded weakly at Ian. Oh this would not doooo. "Mancini," she began thickly, sniffling, "At this juncture, we would ask you for a report on where you and your team stand with the current issue. Suffice it to say that we expect you to produce an astounding section this issue, or woe betide your soul. Ms. Paige," she said abruptly, "What are you planning for this issue? Please give us a reason to keep the Sports section." As if we would ever get rid of it, it's way too popular. But if cutting the Sports section meant losing Mancini, she'd consider. For her sinuses' sake. |
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She blushed slightly, already feeling ill-suited to the job. And it was only her first day here! Don't let her get to you, Ana, come one, she told herself. She's just a bitter old woman who enjoys rubbing in the fact she's your boss, that's it. Ana raised her eyes to the Sergio and his insolent expression, admiring how he had the courage (or ignorance, she wasn't sure) to stand up to Getti. Whatever it was, it was certainly... different. |
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He was beginning to this he wasn't very welcome in this establishment. "You know, I don't think I like the tone you are taking with me. I'd have thought you'd be honoured to have someone of my calibre at your rubbish establishment!" he said, getting more and more worked up, exhibiting his temper that made him so infamous on the pitch. He wasn't afraid of being fired, because he had an ironclad contract worked out by those ladies' boss. He couldn't be fired, lest the Prophet lose a lot of money in the process. "Perhaps you two ought to talk to your bosses before threatening me with unemployment!" he said before sitting back down in his chair, calming down. |
Getti had had enough of all this childish behaviour. She rolled up the parchment bearing her notes and smacked it on the surface of the table, "That will be all. If you would all stop being children long enough, we can end this meeting." She eyed the Greenwood woman for a moment, "Insulting the character of one of your superiors is hardly the way to go about balancing your career, and you," She turned her steely gaze on the obnoxiously loud (in terms of sound and smell), "Nobody is indispensible in this organization, you would do well to get it through your head that your days of glory and chasing around balls are over, Mr. Mancini." She tucked the rolled up parchment under her arm and looked at the room at large, "Right..." her voice took on that sickeningly sweet tone once again, "The sports section, I'd like to get some interviews with... up-and-coming talents who might also be possible front runners for the National team, also, talk to the Head of Magical Games and Sports and find out if they have any plans of getting rid of the old team manager, that man was a disgrace to our country." |
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He caught the end of the woman's instructions. Of course he didn't pay attention and didn't know where to begin, but he nodded. "Why don't you go and tell that to my writers," he said sincerely. He stood up and stormed out of the room. He had another verbal lashing to endure before the day was out, with the other editor. He really ought to have learned their names, or did they not give it? Sergio couldn't leave without making one final remark. "Later, love", he sneered in the direction of the editor. That ought to make her day, wait until she learns Sergio was untouchable. |
Getti was seething, though to anybody watching her, it looked like she was simply wondering whether to have a cup of tea or coffee later. She made a note to talk to the board later. Hiring a show pony was well enough if that pony stayed in his pen and didn't hinder the process of the Prophet publication. When they began to interfere however... "Mona?" Getti spoke up finally, "That's all." She walked past the assembled staff, out the door that ponce had just exited. That man was going to get a serious wake up call. Getti Forde was not just an employee, she was part owner of the bloody newspaper. |
Was the meeting over, already? Tristan had, somehow, drifted off into his own thoughts when he was interrupted by a loud smack. He looked over at Getti who seemed... Well not a whole lot more happier than she did before. And suddenly there was a man storming out the door. What in Merlin's right earlobe did I miss? Tristan sat up straighter as he watched the man dissapear from view. I really must pay more attention to these things. Although he was quite sure that if the word 'Layout Editor' was uttered, he would have heard it. And now, the meeting was really over. Yeah he knew as soon as Getti walked away aswell. Finally, maybe he could get to work instead of having to listen to this soap opera. "I need a milkshake..." Tristan mumbled as he stood up and made his way to the door. |
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She smiled at the woman as she made a hasty exit from the conference room. She didn't know if she was up for a battle everyday she came to work. That woman hired her after all. |
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She watched as Getti got so irritated that she walked out of the room. Well this had been one dramatic first meeting. She knew that one of her bosses had already left, but the woman that had asked her a question was still in there. Jordan had been jotting down notes and such since they had started talking. SHe really did want to make a good first impression. And after watching Ana's responce she didn't want to forget the details. She looked up to Mona, "Well Ms. Quigley." She began. "As you Ms. Forde mentioned I'm sure the sports section will be covering the World Cup. I also think that it would be best if we intereviewed the Hogwarts quiditch professor." She said to her. She really felt odd answering this question seeing as how she wasn't in charge of the section but she had been asked a question so she was going to answer it. "We definately should also talk to the ministy to see if there is anything going on that we need to know about. See what new players are playing for what teams, and also as Ms.Forde mentioned find out how they believe Britain rates. I think it also would be good if we found out which players will not be returning this season." She finnished. Hopefully that was detailed enough. |
"Getti," he muttered in the blabbering blond's direction. Hoping she'd get the hint not to call her Miss. Even though Mona was still in the room, Ian felt more at ease now--slightly. At least he didn't have to worry about becoming a sure target. He allowed the woman (who obviously seemed to be part of a couple with that other man), to say her part about and towards an invisible Getti Forde. Picking off his eyeglasses, Ian sighed heavily and dramatically, wiping the lenses with the ends of his robes. "I'm sure Getti would have loved to hear you voice your opinions over her management and people skills," paused the man to lean back on his chair and raise his brows in fake innocent at her. "If she was here that is." As if to drive the message home Ian allowed his brown eyes to stare pointedly at the door through which his superior had exited about two minutes ago. "If you go for that interview you're going to need to borrow a Photographer," remarked Ian, trying to sound helpful when in reality he was only spouting something to distract Mona from himself and back towards the blond. |
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What!? That was it? Meeting over! Merlin's beard. Nathan hadn't felt so lost in all his life. Watching Getti abruptly leave following that orange brash fellow who smelled like a perfumery, he sat forward and rubbed his eyes with both hands, groaning inwardly. He'd ever met such a bunch of odd bods in all his life. ...Rude odd, not the lovable sort of odd you would find wrapped in newspaper huddled in the doorway of KFC. He looked at the lap dog as he addressed his wife with such utter disrespect, his eyebrows raising as he watched her exit the room. “With respect, mate.” He said looking back at the photographer. “I would prefer it if you didn't speak to my wife that way.” He stood up and shook his legs to try and wake up his bum a bit before he headed back out into the office. What in blue blazes had he let himself in for coming to work here with these poor examples of human kind!? GAH! |
Pffft. The silly campaign. That was something someone may have to work on. Entirely freshness that needed to be exploit. And who was doing that? Well, someone in the News Section, that's for sure. Her eyes widened as such an intruder walked into the Conference room. How dare he walked in like that!? Either way, they weren't discussing the News anymore, they were onto Lifestyle. Oops, poor Anastasia, she should know better about addressing Getti. Confidence is not overrated. Oh! And that man used to be a Quidditch player?! Now, that's overrated. She flipped her notebook open to write about the campaign. There was no way that she'll let Getti know that it was an item she'd forgot to include somehow. Which is why she wrote it later on. She didn't listen to the rest, it was not her business. And who was that new guy that was writing so much? Actually she didn't care much for the man, but more for whatever he was writing. Curiosity. Such a tricky thing. A smile came to her face as she heard "That's all". Finally! The not-so-needed meeting was over. And she'll have to address Ian on something, but maybe later. He was busy. Sienna stood up in a graceful manner and walked slowly back to her desk...or that was the direction she seemed to be taking. |
Ian breathed heavily through his nose, nostrils flaring slightly with the effort. Despite such an obvious gesture of annoyance, on his lips danced a small cynical smile. They didn't have to worry about him. In fact, he'd go out of his way just not to talk to them. Scratching the tip of his nose with the back of his hand, Ian Hoshino walked out of the conference room. |
Man Rico could have just dropped off into another nap now that he didn't have his notebook to entertain him. He watched the other employees interact, feeling like such an outsider for once. At least that other woman - the experienced editor - seemed to know what she was doing. And if her accent was any indication, then she was an American too! Rico would really need to take some time to get to know these people. But the meeting was over now, and good riddance. Rico stood up from his chair, stretching out his legs. Ah that felt good. And now back to the hum drum office and other chair. Sigh. |
Ana watched as everyone began leaving. She took a deep breath, then stood up herslef, heading for the doorway and the journalists desks. Shw would get organised as quickly as she could, she promised herself. She wouldn't be one to give Getti an excuse to take our her bitterness on her agian. |
Wow. We laik...really laik fashion XD Mona marched into the conference room, whistling. She dropped her parchment on the worn table surface and took the seat at the head of the table. She was in a surprisingly good mood today, which was good for the employees. They'd find her even more agreeable than usual! Lucky ducks in a rooowwww. She crossed her legs and wiggled her YSL pump- adorned foot, waiting patiently for the section editors. |
Ana followed Mona into the Conference room and sat down, waiting for the other section editors to join her. She was feeling alightly surer now... well, more so than she had the previous day, anyway. she hoped this mood would last, she did not want to be reduced to a quivering jelly once more anytime soon. |
This was clearly too much of a disaster. But, of course, no one was going to ask her about it. Unless Getti brought up the advertisement selling within the only two in charge of it. Ian was probably having a better run at it. He always did. Then, again, they were here to discuss something different. Right. How were the articles doing? Almost there. Almost. And the end was pretty near. The end of this edition, for sure. Sienna walked inside the Conference Room, as confident as usual. She was not going to let the rest notice how stressed she could be. "Why, hello everyone...or Mona and Anastacia, at least" she said, and there was some missing peeps, but that was not her responsibility. |
Sergio casually strolled into the conference room. His last appearance hadn't gone according to plan, but this time he was prepared. After a few words with both his agent and his boss here, he knew he would have to pull things together or get fired, and his lifestyle couldn't continue without some steady income. Though his demeanor was muted, his outfit was as bold as ever. He wore a grey suit with baby blue pinstripes, matched with a shirt of the same colour. Atop his head was a black fedora, his matching hair peeking out from undernearth. He took off his cloak, made of the same fabric as his suit, and set it over a chair. He lifted up his leather briefcase and set it on the table. "Well hello everyone," he said, approaching the group. "I don't believe I've met a few of you. I'm Sergio," he added humbly, extending his hand. He wanted to show Mona that he could be reasonable and charming and appropriate if he tried. People often thought he was an obnoxious, selfish, and self-absorbed man, and while some of that was true, he did have redeeming qualities. Here he was showing his charm, the same charm that attracted many witches over the years. |
Oh, that's right. Here's someone that was missing before, and she already knew who this one was. Sports Editor. She eyed Mona, still trying to figure out how they could hire him, then again, she was not too experienced when she got here at first, but still, she behaved perfectly well, as she always did. Without moving an inch, Sienna spoke, "Well, I know who you are, Mr. Sergio" and his last name, was? That seemed to be the only thing she forgot to listen to the past meeting, "You're the one who arrived late last time" and this time, she smiled, "But you probably don't know me, I'm Sienna Knoll, News Editor" photojournalist to be precise, but she's rather introduce herself the other way, "Nice to meet you...I guess" she said, shaking the man's hand. Because she couldn't be that evil. Was someone else missing? Hopefully not, so they could get started and then handle all the bunch of stuff they still needed to get done. Sienna was starting to dislike deadlines. Yet, a donut may sound good right about now. Or after the meeting. Yes, that's better. After the meeting. |
Sergio gripped Sienna's hand loosely. He didn't want to crush her small, gentle hands. "It's lovely to meet you, Sienna," he said in his smooth voice. There was something quite charming about this lady, but he could sense that hesitation that he found in almost every woman around these parts. Clearly he'd made a bad impression... somehow. He lightly pat her on her shoulder. "Ah you'll see, Sienna, I'm not so bad." He looked around the room. That was something they all needed to hear. "I'm not a bad guy," he announced, moving away from the woman briefly. "I used to play Quidditch, and now I do this. Any questions?" He stood there, looking at the small group. If they had any issues, they should tell him right then. He looked at Mona. "Good to see you're not sneezing... You're welcome," he said bitterly, wishing he could use some of his wonderful smelling aftershave. Perhaps he would later in the week he would try a dab of that. |
A frown came to her pretty face as he mentioned he wasn't bad, "But, I never said--" she didn't end the phrase, what was the point? This was a meeting, and...was Getti going to come? Otherwise they could just begin, right? But he continued to talk. Oh, perfect, a Quidditch player. No wonder he was like that. Pffft. Sienna never liked Quidditch or Quodpot. It was such a silly thing to be called 'sport'. People on brooms playing with balls. Seriously. However, this man, sounded...nice enough. Or wanted to start over, at the very least. And Sienna believed in second chances, only two...no three or four chances. "I don't...think I have any questions, Sergio" she said, a small smile on her face. They just seemed to start off the wrong way, then. She did not, however, understood the whole sneezing thing. Wait. Wasn't he the one that made her sneeze during the last meeting? Blah. She didn't know and didn't truly care. "Are we ready to begin, Mona?" she asked her, and eyed the pumps she was wearing for a brief period of time. Only 2 seconds. Yet, probably enough for Mona to notice, unless she was noticing the latest arrival. |
Sergio stood for a moment, then turned back to Sienna. "Sorry for the outburst," he apologised. He needed at least one ally in this job, and the girl seemed prime to accept him. He looked at his watch, though he wasn't sure when the meeting was supposed to begin. He just happened to show up at the right time, perhaps he'd get his assistant to follow up on calendar events. After a beat, Sienna made a motion to get things started, something Sergio couldn't argue with. It was early for the partier, normally his days didn't start until the evening, let alone actually in the mornings. He had every intention of finishing this meeting and having a brief siesta at his desk. He strolled, his strides so smooth it was as if he were gliding, over to his chair. He suavely removed his fedora and set it casually beside his bag. From that, he removed a quill, ink, and small notepad. He felt somewhat like a little boy at his first day of school, all ready for the lesson. "I say we get started, eh Mona?" he asked, leaning back in his chair, feeling very comfortable in the room. |
Ana only smiled at Sergio when he walked in, and listened to what he said without a word. Once he'd taken his seat, she looked around, wondering briefly where Getti was, or whether she'd show up at all, before turning her attention to Mona. "So... should we start?" she asked. |
Mona looked at Sergio, a simultaneously incredulous and adoring look creeping across her face. "Did you...really...not wear the cologne? I was just...truthfully...trying not to breathe." She blinked, relaxed in her chair, and smiled sweetly at him. "You didn't have to do that, reeeaaally." "Yes, yes, of course we can begin," she said brusquely, straightening up in her chair and shaking her head slightly, put off Sergio's...act of kindness and mercy? Chivalry? "So tell me, poppets," she said, clasping her hands in front of me. "How're things? We can begin with you, Sienna. Remember that this-" Mona paused and drew her wand from a pocket, and pointed it at the door; it swung shut with a snap. "-is a closed meeting, so feel free to say whatever is on your minds." |
Greaaaaat. Sergio was out of focus for now. And it was so nice of Mona to say they could start with her. It was also nice that Sienna already had the status of the articles planned for this issue. "Sure, I'll go ahead" she said, and straightened herself in the chair, "First of all, my article is getting a few details corrected, but other than that it's pretty much good to go" she placed a piece of parchment away from the few she was holding in her hands, "Now, the rest of the articles that are supposed to be done, are most likely to be ready too...because they only have to stop by editing" which was her and Mona, of course, "The only one I've been having trouble with..." she eyed the door, which was way beyond closed, "...is with Miss Carlisle, who seemed to disappear for a while, but I assume her article could be done in time" what was the other option beside that one? Not fulfilling deadlines? And what did that mean? "And the ads are coming pretty good, too" but that's not the area she's suppose to be talking about, right? Yet again, she was a 'photojournalist'. "The only thing I could say we have problems on was to get a picture of the Minister...but Ian is working on that" he wasn't going to get the camera, this was the one thing she could do for him....a mention in a meeting. Sienna scanned the few parchments left and simply shrugged, "Other than that, I say we're on the right path for delivering this next issue" she said, with a nod. Yesterday, she'd notice that maybe a few more articles could be useful, but quality was better than quantity...and there were a few on staff. |
Sergio looked at Mona. She seemed... grateful. She was hardly the beast he recalled from their first encounter, she was actually pleasant. "Oh... well, it wouldn't be right to let a lady like you suffer," he said charmingly, looking his superior straight in the eyes. But it was back to business. He checked inside his bag to ensure his assistant had left his notes and plans as he instructed. Sergio had no doubt that his employee had done a brilliant job at creating a nice structure for the next issue. |
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Nathan sauntered into the conference room uncharacteristically early for this meeting. Stifling a yawn, he headed over to bagsy himself the most comfortable chair in the room. Early bird catches the worm an' all that... He tried a couple for comfort then settled on one with a misshapen brown cushion pad to the seat and a dirty yellow back. Never judge a book by it's cover. He sat and looked rather pleased with himself - smug almost... Ah comfy. ..and waited patiently for the other staff to arrive. |
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Nevertheless, the entire Greenwood clan was off for 2 weeks in sun drenched Ghana and Egypt was breezing into the office in a yellow sundress and red pumps. She had the tiniest hint of a baby bump and she loved wearing sundresses when she pregnant. She didn't know why she just did. She set her things down at her desk and noticed the announcement for a staff meeting. She should have brought some pastries. Staff meetings and food were always a good combination, but there wasn't time. She sighed, this was not a good start to her day. Egypt was a fir believer that if you day started off great the rest of the day would be great, but this wasn't a great start. She closed her eyes and took a deep breathe. "Get it together Greenwood," she told herself as she took a few more deep breaths. "There," she smiled opening her eyes. "Right as rain." She pulled out a quill and her notebook and made her way over to the conference room. Egypt walked into the conference room and looked around and spotted her husband looking rather pleased with himself over something. She walked over to him with a smile of her own. She sat beside him and placed her hand on his leg. "If I were a betting woman sir I would say you ducked out on me this morning," she grinned as she leaned over and pecked him quickly on the cheek. |
Addie wandered into the conference room, caught in a dream. Why must music videos always do this to her? Now she was caught between trying to decode nonsensical lyrics and trying to get into 'business' mode. She would definitley be with Kris or Alicia, but this was fine. She should do some kind of work besides articles, right? She noticed Nathan and Egypt already in their seats. She should...probably join them. Addie walked and sat into an ugly blue chair that said 'Goblinz Rule' in ink. "Hello!" she greeted them cheerily. |
Ana walked into the Conference Room, looking around to see nathan and Egypt already seated, and Addie just taking her seat. she went over to join them. "Hi again," she said. "Any idea what this is about? Probably to see if we're planning our next articles right..." she mused aloud. |
Arjuna was rather nervous, very nervous actually. Not only was this the first time she would be meeting her coworkers, but her spoken English was still a little shaky. Not to mention she didn't know anyone here and she was sure no one spoke her language. Added to that the fact that she was wearing a Kandyan sari and attracted a lot of stares on the way over(she preferred muggle transportation), she was sure people would hate her. Or worse, laugh at her. But no, she didn't care. Not one bit. Okay, maybe a little. It would have been wiser to have worn something less conspicuous and more 'Western'. Bit late for that though. Clutching her bag to her, and wondering whether she would have done better to bring along her Canon EOS 7D digital SLR as well, she pushed open the door to the conference room, which was kindly pointed out by a map. Standing in the doorway a second too long, she adjusted the fall of her sari and smiled briefly at them all. She placed her bag at one of the empty seats along the table-she could never sit at the head-before turning to those presently in the room. "Good morning to you all," she said, her voice young and her accent almost girlish and sing-song. "I...am having the name 'Arjuna Dilini Fonseka'. It is a pleasure to be meeting you all." So, yes, her English wasn't exemplary, but she was very professional. And to prove it, she walked around the table shaking hands with everyone. "Pleased to meet you," she repeated each time, now remembering the correct phrase to use. She then returned to her seat, making sure the pleats of the front of the sari were immaculate before sitting down. Her bag now in her lap-how could she put her beloved camera on the floor?-she sat up straight and waited patiently for the meeting to start. Thinking for a moment longer, she pulled out a muggle pen and a small note pad from her bag and placed them on the table. It would be better to have notes. One, because she might forget something. Two, she might not understand something until looking in the dictionary. Three, she was used to taking notes. |
Rubbing his eyes and forehead with his hand, Tristan walked into the conference room. He was tired and he was getting a killer headache from trying to figure out last issue's layout. Tristan was too anxious to even think about the layout for the next paper. He had spent the last ten minutes rummaging through his desk, searching for some good old fashioned muggle aspirin. But, no luck. "Hey everyone..." Tristan greeted the other staffers with a tired smile. He sat down on an empty chair, rested his head on his folded arms on the table, and rested his eyes. He'd be alert when the meeting began. That is, if he doesn't fall asleep. |
First meeting! Score! Hunter slid into a chair near the door and gave those near her a cheerful look. The ra-ra girl attitude wouldn't last forever, but she was feeling very enthusiastic about gainful employment right now. |
Daphne sheepishly slid into the conference room. She felt all the eyes turn to her as she sat in an empty seat. She took out a legal pad and a quill and planned to keep her head low until addressed. |
Yes! There was still one comfortable chair in the room. Life couldn't be better. Er, well, yes. After greeting the new girl in the Entrance, and picking up some notes in the office, Sienna decided it was time for her to enter the Conference Room. She was slightly disappointed that Enrico wasn't here yet, even if this meant she wouldn't arrive late, but just imagining he was still busy in his office was...let's just say she wanted to know what was going on. "Hello everyone!" she greeted, and noticed a new person she hadn't seen so far. Ha. Another new DP peep she didn't know about, actually...TWO, because she already knew about Daphne (like minutes ago). She'll have to talk to Enrico about that. "And, welcome to those new faces" a smile brightened her face, and she finally settled in a comfy chair. |
*pretends to be on time* "Heyyy people," Rico called out in a somewhat cheerful tone, strolling into the conference room with a stack of papers under one arm. He had just finished with the Minster (yes, believe it or not, he was working for once) and thus was slightly tardy. But just slightly. Rico dumped his pile of Busy Work by a chair at the top of the table but didn't set down just yet. He took a long minute to glance at the people already assembled in the room, trying to figure out who was missing and who was... who was that??! The man's eyebrows wiggled about his forehead for a second as he took in a curiously dressed woman in a Sari, another woman all lit up like a cheerful Christmas tree, and a third even younger girl looking nervous. "Erm, greetings, employees, new and old," he announced belatedly, rubbing his chin so as to not look too surprised. He had hired these people, after all. Maybe. "You must be the new photographer...?" The question was directed at the lady in the sari, followed by a nod to the younger-looking two, "And one of you is in Sports and the other Lifestyle, am I right? Who's who?" A little introduction never hurt anyone, if they would speak up kindly. If Rico had to hazard another guess, he'd say the happy one was in Sports and the timid one was in Lifestyle, but eh, what did he know. He was still expecting some man named 'Hunter' to show up and where in Merlin's pants was Ian? Frowning slightly to himself, Rico settled into the squishy chair there and rested his hands behind his head, turning slightly to say something to Sienna. "Have you seen Hoshino today? And aren't we missing a Sports writer or something?" He was in no rush, but it would be nice if people arrived before he did. |
For all she knew, Sienna could be sketching an owl on her paper as she waited for more people, especially the Editor, to enter the room, which is why she almost jumped when Enrico showed up. Smooth way of making an entrance. Startling the woman. Sienna smiled momentarily, and made a mental note of not becoming unfocused again. Yet, her face looked puzzled. Puzzled by the fact that she didn't even notice the Minister leaving (not that she cared, she was a Cooper girl). Puzzled by the confusion look on Enrico's face as he took in the new people in the room. Puzzled by the way he didn't know 'exactly' who they were. However, the look changed almost immediately when she realized she wasn't the only one that didn't know these brand new faces. Oooooh...a new photographer?! How...amazing! Sienna wanted to see the woman's photographs already. Never mind the talk Enrico had with the Minister, she wanted to check out the quality of the photographs, and what camera she had?! Oh! Oh! Was that bulky packaging on the floor her camera? Yes, she could be such a kid sometimes, but she didn't show it. The smooth exterior said it all. Professionalism. Wait...If Daphne was the Sports Editor, then that would make the other woman...Lifestyle. Aha. Interesting....perhaps they should exchange positions, right? Because she didn't see Daphne as a sporty person, but she was hired for some reason, better not bring it up. Sienna listened closely as Enrico asked her....Oh, my! Ian! Did he...get lost? Her eyes suddenly widened in surprise, she'd forgotten Ian wasn't here. "I saw him earlier, when I went to greet Miss Jones" yes, a secretary's job, "But...well, maybe he went out to get some coffee" she resumed, "I'm sure I let him know about the meeting...It's so unlike him to be late" actually, if the meeting wasn't a priority to him, he'll be late. And...about the Sports writer. Sienna shrugged. Yes, they were missing Jordan, weren't they? |
I am late? Ian glares at me for making him late. Entering the room stealthily as possible, Hoshino rubbed the tip of his nose with the back of his hand. There hadn't been a meeting he had ever been late to. The world was full of first times apparently, even for someone like Ian Hoshino. "I got delayed," he remarked pointlessly for Enrico and Sienna's benefit more than everyone else; they clearly didn't need an excuse from him. "I apalogize." Taking a seat, he allowed his brown eyes to rest on Hunter briefly before he swept his gaze towards Sienna. "At least I'm not the last one in?" |
With a jerk, Tristan looked up from his snooze at the sound of Sienna's greeting. Straightening up he tried to blink away the sleepyness and leaned back on his chair just as Rico entered. Huh, new people? frowning, he turned his head to look at the people inside the room and indeed there were new staffers here. That was interesting, Tristan was curious to see what they would bring to the...table. And soon Ian entered the room aswell. Hasn't this meeting started already?? Tristan rested his head on his elbows and started to massage his temples. Frickin' headache... |
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And then Ian was there, and Hunter gave him an eyebrow raise. It was nice to see a familiar face. |
Ian! Iaaaannn! Yes! Sienna didn't forget to tell him. Perfect. And he apologized. She simply nodded. "No, we have one journalist missing" she said, but corrected her sentence, "I mean, late" or so she thought, Jordan didn't owl in sick or anything, and she didn't see her today in the desks area. Sienna was the Managing Editor, she had to make sure the Prophet worked perfectly, this could be a misunderstanding of hours or something. Her eyes left Ian and turned to the woman speaking. Yes, Lifestyle, as Sienna had thought. Hunter? What an unusual name...for a woman. However, the true unusual part was the question she asked. Where was her desk? With the rest of them in the desks area...where else, right? Really? She couldn't find it? Odd. Sienna's gaze didn't remain in the woman for long. Let her bring her own desk if she wishes to. |
ohh so it's EVERRRRRYBODY LOVES IANNN is it? *huffs* ;) Speak of the devil and there he would be. "Ian," Rico passively greeted the other man. Merlin he was dull. 'I was delayed.' Seriously. Snob. Whatever. They were mostly assembled now...and ah, a n00b was speaking up already! Quote:
Or not. "You can't find a desk? Didn't I leave an empty one...? They're just kind of clustered together out there, no real rhyme or reason to it... we don't have assigned seats.... uh..." He'd cleaned out his own desk, hadn't he? Yeah, yeah Rico remembered doing it because the box of photo frames and quills was still sitting on one of the shelves in He scratched the back of his neck and blinked at Hunter. "Are there no empty desks out there? That could be a problem for when the new hires arrive." Which reminded him: "Hey Sienna, er, and Ian, I hired some new people," Rico added, sitting up and grinning suddenly at the Managing Editor. "One layout editor, the photographer there," he nodded at Ms. Sari, "another photographer, some Sports people, a few news hounds, lifestyle section... lots of fresh blood!" Rico rubbed his hands together with obvious enthusiasm. "They relied to an ad in last week's Evening Prophet. Should be arriving soon." And he should have probably mentioned the hires earlier, but eh, life was busy. Things slip the mind. |
The talk about desks bored her. Because such a thing could be easily dealt with. Bring one, buy one, or make someone gives you theirs. There, easy. It wasn't something to become complicated about. HOWEVER... 'That could be a problem for when the new hires arrive'. Huh? Oh, yes, the two other new people sitting in here, besides Hunter. But, if Daphne was replacing Sergio, then she'll have a desk, and the photographer didn't precisely need one. Ian worked perfectly well from the Photographer's area, did he not? Well, he never complained, out loud. Her name brought the attention back to whatever Enrico was saying now. 'I hired some new people'. Wow. Really? No kidding! She guessed that when she saw these three new people. Aha. Layout editor... Wait... There was no Layout editor in here... Wait... Sports...News...Lifestyle... !!! ... And HE was letting HER know about it just NOW?! She didn't mind being the one with the pretty hair in the Prophet, but she was sure being the Managing Editor had other responsibilities too! Hiring, for Merlin's sake! She should've known about it! "Oh! Perfect!" she said, nodding, it actually wasn't perfect. The irony. Sienna will have a talk with Enrico soon. Yes. |
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Ivy walked into the Conference Room, awkwardly peeking around the door. It seemed like she was late. The person speaking took a pause, and she took advantage of it. "Umm...sorry I'm late. A certain wizard on the first floor pointed me in the wrong direction." She kept her eyes down and took her seat. |
Daphne felt somewhat relieved that she wasn't the only new person at the Prophet. It actually appeared that there were several new people in the Sports section. Perhaps then she could fake her experience, she wasn't about to admit she had just graduated Hogwarts. Nothing could hide her age, though. She looked very young despite her mature attire. Something about her demeanor and her face screamed "youth" and there wasn't much Daphne could do to hide this. |
Enrico just seemed incredibly pleased to see him. Smirking at his own thoughts, Ian simply nodded in acknowledgment at his words. Of course, he would have hired an entire fleet of new workers and not bother to tell him--at all--about the new photographers. Because it obviously had nothing to do with him. However he was both appropriately distracted by Sienna's golden hair and the way it was just never ever flat, and Hunter Bones' brassy little brow. How did the woman get so much volume? And was Bones... "I had already met Miss Bones before," he announced before smiling at Sienna. Then a few more new hires entered and the man tilted his head at the excuse one gave. Man on the first floor? |
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