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sarahkbarrett 
Yaawwwn... Mason was nearly ready to fall asle-- BANG!
Scratch that. The mammoth had arrived.
He nearly jumped out of his johns, he was so startled. Returning his eyes to a normal size, Mason also returned his breathing pattern to normal and forced his adrenaline to slow down.
He tried not to make eye contact with Lord Borr as he yelled at and accused people for no apparent reason. Something in the back of his mind felt like merging the thought of Borr and Basilisk together; a look in the eyes of the giant man might kill him. And no one wanted that.
What, writing this down? Mason frantically grabbed his quill and wrote nonense down on to his parchment.
Wait. HE was a Maintenance worker. Mason looked up from his parchment and saw that it was he that Borr was referring to. Mason cleared his throat, daring not to look at Medea. The second most powerful person in the world. "Yes, sir." He said cooly, standing up.
He went to the refreshment bar and poured Borr a cup of black coffee. Now a cloth... Aha! Mason spotted a towel at the end of the table. Pulling out his wand, he cast a little water charm and got it wet, but not dripping.
Back at the table, he quickly set the Minister's coffee and cloth next to him on the table before returning to his seat... And praying to whatever higher powers above that Borr wouldn't find something worth of firing him for.
"AND?"
Minister Lord Borr's beady black eyes alternated between the cloth and the man, cloth to man. "I
NEED my hands, boy! Put it on my brow!
KEEP IT THERE TOO! It's been so bloody hot in this office!
GET UP. No one gave you permission to sit down anyway."
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Anna Banana Alexander finished up with the two meetings he'd scheduled with Andrei and Ward and then headed straight for the conference room. He'd called a meeting to discuss the memo Borr had sent around, and he hoped the level one employees, Maintenance included, could help with suggestions.
He felt in his pocket to make sure the memo was still safely tucked away. As ridiculous and unnecessary as it sounded, he realized that as long as Borr was Minister, he'd have to respond to such foolishness straight away. The memo was indeed in his pocket, and so he opened the door to the conference room and stepped inside.
Oh, dear Merlin. The Minister himself had already arrived, and of course the man was already barking orders about taking down notes--something about treason, he'd heard. Alexander eyed the Starr woman--why was the Human Resources Director in shackles? His eyebrows creased a little as he came to the assumption that Borr was somehow responsible.
He took a seat next to the Minister, spotted the coffee that had been prepared for him, and then gave Vanderbilt one nod of approval. Of course, that was until he took that first sip of his coffee, and then facial expression changed to one of slight disgust. He'd have to get with the assistant and discuss how he liked his coffee.
In the meantime, though, the meeting had begun, and Alexander had business of Borr's to discuss with the employees. First though, and despite the fact he feared he'd be spit on (as he remembered Borr had the tendency to do that when he talked), Alexander turned to the Minister. "Lord Borr," he greeted. "I hope you're doing well today." Alexander loathed calling the man Lord, yet he loathed being spit on even more. "I've called this meeting to discuss your memo," he said, "and to start brainstorming ideas on how we can..." How had the memo been worded again? Alexander pulled it out his pocket and used his quill to tap a particular part of it. "...liven up the work areas."
"Shall we begin?" he asked. In other words, did the Minister have anything else to say, shout, spit out, etc. before they got down to business?
Lord Borr gulped down his coffee then banged his cup back on the table. "Who is responsible for these tiny cups? Can't the
Minister get a
decent sized cup of coffee?" His attention turned to Alexander, where he was putting the blame for the offensive sized cups.
"Put the memo up on the big board, Alexander," not a request. "I'm disappointed this meeting hasn't
already happened. I want some progress from this department and I WANT IT
NOW." Lord Borr's giant hand came down with a loud SMACK onto the table.
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steflegan Violet ended up on the receiving end of Lord Borr's hastly-thrown cane. She caught it clumsily, just managing to get her hand in front of her face before it blackened her eye (and ruined her eye makeup). It clattered on the desk as she fumbled to get control of it.
Should she put it down? Hold it at attention? Keep it levitating next to her?
Which move would NOT get her fired?!
She gulped and put it down- he told them to take notes, right?
Violet caught Chiara's eye for a moment and mimed utter panic. They'd have to talk about this lunatic and the fate of their careers in the breakroom later.
She quickly grabbed her quill:
He needed his cane to SMACK onto the table. "You there.
SMACK the table with the cane! Hurry it up! Get everyone's attention!"