"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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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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