Post by The Lost One on Feb 16, 2014 1:18:03 GMT -6
The offices of Broderick Montgomery did not have what one could call a very pleasant aura. Brody said behind the big mahogany desk with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose and muttering to himself. He wore a opened white silk shirt and a black tank top, though a sports blazer hung on the far wall.
To say that this man had had a bad weekend would have been a understatement. First he has to face the walking steroid freak on a full roid rage, then to get beaten by that same freak of nature and then to add insult to injury he gets blind side attacked by Nick Daniels!
There was one person however who couldn't be happier with Brody's misfortune. She happened to be sitting on the couch in the corner gently filing her hands. She would glance up every now and then to look up at her employer with a little satisfied smirk on her lips. That woman was Aerynn Donnelly. She did feel that she hadn't done her job when Nick Daniels arrived, but hey, it couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
Aerynn was dressed simply in a pair of blue jeans that hugged her hips and a T-Shirt that said “Irish and proud” across her ample chest. Her blondish brown hair hung down over one side of her face, showing the hints of a bruise on the side of her face.
Brody happened to look up and catch one of those, cat ate the canary smiles and his lips twisted into a feral snarl and his eyes took on a hard flinty edge to them.
Brody: “And what exactly is so goddamn cute?”
Aerynn: “Dinna think tha' Karma tis a bitch?”
Brody: “Oh is that so? Gotten kicked in the face lately?”
Aerynn: “Two an' zero, Brody.”
Brody: “....”
Aerynn: “Maybe ye need tae stop an' take a hard look at yerself.”
Brody: “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Aerynn: “Maybe yer just not tha' good?”
Brody: “....”
Aerynn: “Have ye considered knittin' perhaps!”
Brody: “And you should consider what happens to dear old Conner if I fire your insubordinate ass, Aerynn. Would you like to watch Daddy die a slow and painful death?”
Aerynn's eyes widened and she balled her fist and took a step forward. The punch she threw sailed over his head, only because he ducked down to answer the intercom, but that moment gave her time to think over her own plans. The things she had, the plan she had in motion. She couldn't let the entire plan be jeopardized strictly because she wanted instant satisfaction.
So it was with a snarl touching the edges of her lips that she stepped backwards with her head down and her eyes locked on Brody with a burning hate. She wanted nothing more then to take his head off then and there, but when the time came, what she did do to him would make this all that much sweater.
Brody: “Send her in.”
Brody looked up at Aerynn who had once again taken a seat on the couch and then over at the door as a beautiful blond strolled into the room. She stood perhaps five foot eight with a slender waist, thick hips a thick ass and curves of breasts that threatened to burst through the tight blouse she wore. Brody licked his lips and motioned to the chair across from him.
Brody: “Miss Reyana.”
Jasmine: “Mr. Montgomery! It is a pleasure to meet you finally.”
Brody: “I understand you wanted to discuss the recently vacated secretarial position. Do you think you would be a good fit for this position?”
Jasmine: “I think I would be a good fit for many positions Mr. Montgomery.”
Aerynn, of course full on face palmed at that but Brody seemed to purr like a little kitten. He leaned forward on his elbow and locked eyes with the blonde, who didn't even blink as she stared back at him just as openly.
Brody: “And how could you handle dictation?”
Jasmine: “Love it Brody. It's one of my favorite activities to do in the office.”
Aerynn: “AAANNN' on tha' note, I think he has heard 'nough.”
Jasmine acted like she wanted to say more, and Brody only stared with open hostility as Aerynn herded the girl out of the room and told her Mr. Montgomery would call her in a couple of days with the final results of the job opening. When Aerynn came back however she had two fingers pinched over the bridge of her nose.
Aerynn: “Brody. Ye have lost yer first two matches....”
When Brody opened his mouth like he wanted to argue Aerynn held up her hand for silence and to her surprise he closed his mouth.
Aerynn: “Did ye ever think it may be because ye spend so much more time chasing these idiotic skirts then ye do preparing for yer opponents?”
Brody: “I'll have you know.....”
Aerynn: “SENTINEL, called ye out on exactly whot yer doing right now!”
Brody: “Sentinel won by a fast count!”
Aerynn: “An' how long do ye think ye can coast on pure talent alone?”
Brody: “....you think I have natural talent....”
Brody said this in a very gentle manner. All his life, before his parents tragic deaths, he had never even known them. He had been raised by nannies and trainers and had never once had someone whose opinion mattered tell him he had talent, or he was good at something. It was always a condescending pat on the head. Before he could say anything else, or what he said really registered for Aerynn a meek voice said softly.
Voice: “....Hi. Is this the office for the secretarial job opening?”
When the pair looked over and found a woman of perhaps five foot four with flowing brown hair and a complete innocent look. She however had a very punk rock feel about her. She had on a skull necklace and fishnet stockings below her business skirt. Her hair was up in a pair of pigtails and Aerynn liked her immediately.
Woman: “My name is Rose Kendrick.”
Aerynn: “Welcome, Ms. Kendrick.”
Brody: “Sorry the position has been filled.”
Brody's tone was bored, even a trifle insulting but Aerynn cleared her throat and muttered.
Aerynn: “....Big picture. Win titles.”
Brody: “.....The position hasn't been filled. Please come in.”
Rose almost skipped happily to the chairs on the other side of the desk, pausing only long enough to shake Aerynn's hand warmly and then looked over at Brody
Rose: “I worked for Chase bank for three and a half years for one of the Executive Vice Presidents. I know how to file, schedule weeks at a time, know where to find the best coffee in town and can type a hundred words per minute.”
Brody: “And Dictation?”
Rose: “....A hundred words a minute. So I won't ever ask you to slow down.”
Brody: “You won't ever ask me....”
Aerynn: “BRODY! Remember, eyes on tha prize.”
Brody: “.....Titles.”
Aerynn: “Titles Brody. Became tha star I know ye can be.”
Brody: “.....”
Aerynn: “....Maybe e'en tha man I know ye can be.”
Brody: “.....Y....our.....hired.”
Rose looked between the two and they exchanged this and knew there was something more here. A deeper story then they would have shared with anyone but finally two words snapped her out of her reverie.
Your. Hired.
Rose let out a little squeal and leapt out of her and hugged Aerynn. The tall Irish woman looked a bit shocked and struggled to remove herself from the shorter woman's grasp. When she finally did manage to free herself she looked down at her.
Aerynn: “Six AM. Tomorrow mornin'.”
Rose: “Six AM got it! Any preference for coffee?”
Brody: “....French Roast....and none of that cheap shit.”
Rose: “....And you Miss Donnelly?”
Aerynn: “Aerynn, please...an' no coffee. Vanilla Chai Tea, please.”
Rose: “Check! European Roast Coffee and Vanilla Chai Tea! Thank you! See you tomorrow morning!”
Rose bounced out of the office leaving Aerynn and Brody alone in the room. Aerynn watched the empty outer office and smiled faintly.
Aerynn: “I...kinda like her.”
Brody: “...Me too. Tight little thing.”
Aerynn: “Brody....focus.”
Brody: “Right.”
Aerynn: “Ye have Matt Lennoxx a' tha Pay Per View. Tha guy is nae joke. He beat Antranig clean.”
Brody: “Well I aint Antranig.....”
Aerynn: “Ye had a hell o' a showing in tha' main event, Brody....but ye lost. Matt Lennoxx proved his metal.”
Brody: “And you think I haven't?”
Aerynn: “It's nae 'bout whot I think now is it? It's 'bout whot ye think an' yer confidence....an' ye seemed tae have lost it when this conversation first started.”
Brody leaned back in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair then looked over at Aerynn and made a faint ashamed face.
Brody: "Aerynn...what i said about your dad. It was uncalled for and I'm sorry."
Aerynn: "Aye, it was. Dinna do it 'gain, Brody. Ye will na survive tha next time....but fer now, focus on Tragic Engagement."
Brody: “Tragic Engagement....then at Tragic Engagement I prove my own. Matt Lennoxx will be the first of many victims to fall before the All American Nightmare. At Tragic Engagement, a whole new Matt Lennox will experience his own Nightmare.”
Aerynn looked at Brody trying to flesh out exactly what this meant. Could be keep his promise? Could he really live up to his new hype he had created for himself? Somehow she had her doubts, but beyond all the shadows and doubts, she knew that he would find a way. Broderick Montgomery was nothing if not persistent and he always got what he wanted in the end.
To say that this man had had a bad weekend would have been a understatement. First he has to face the walking steroid freak on a full roid rage, then to get beaten by that same freak of nature and then to add insult to injury he gets blind side attacked by Nick Daniels!
There was one person however who couldn't be happier with Brody's misfortune. She happened to be sitting on the couch in the corner gently filing her hands. She would glance up every now and then to look up at her employer with a little satisfied smirk on her lips. That woman was Aerynn Donnelly. She did feel that she hadn't done her job when Nick Daniels arrived, but hey, it couldn't happen to a nicer guy.
Aerynn was dressed simply in a pair of blue jeans that hugged her hips and a T-Shirt that said “Irish and proud” across her ample chest. Her blondish brown hair hung down over one side of her face, showing the hints of a bruise on the side of her face.
Brody happened to look up and catch one of those, cat ate the canary smiles and his lips twisted into a feral snarl and his eyes took on a hard flinty edge to them.
Brody: “And what exactly is so goddamn cute?”
Aerynn: “Dinna think tha' Karma tis a bitch?”
Brody: “Oh is that so? Gotten kicked in the face lately?”
Aerynn: “Two an' zero, Brody.”
Brody: “....”
Aerynn: “Maybe ye need tae stop an' take a hard look at yerself.”
Brody: “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Aerynn: “Maybe yer just not tha' good?”
Brody: “....”
Aerynn: “Have ye considered knittin' perhaps!”
Brody: “And you should consider what happens to dear old Conner if I fire your insubordinate ass, Aerynn. Would you like to watch Daddy die a slow and painful death?”
Aerynn's eyes widened and she balled her fist and took a step forward. The punch she threw sailed over his head, only because he ducked down to answer the intercom, but that moment gave her time to think over her own plans. The things she had, the plan she had in motion. She couldn't let the entire plan be jeopardized strictly because she wanted instant satisfaction.
So it was with a snarl touching the edges of her lips that she stepped backwards with her head down and her eyes locked on Brody with a burning hate. She wanted nothing more then to take his head off then and there, but when the time came, what she did do to him would make this all that much sweater.
Brody: “Send her in.”
Brody looked up at Aerynn who had once again taken a seat on the couch and then over at the door as a beautiful blond strolled into the room. She stood perhaps five foot eight with a slender waist, thick hips a thick ass and curves of breasts that threatened to burst through the tight blouse she wore. Brody licked his lips and motioned to the chair across from him.
Brody: “Miss Reyana.”
Jasmine: “Mr. Montgomery! It is a pleasure to meet you finally.”
Brody: “I understand you wanted to discuss the recently vacated secretarial position. Do you think you would be a good fit for this position?”
Jasmine: “I think I would be a good fit for many positions Mr. Montgomery.”
Aerynn, of course full on face palmed at that but Brody seemed to purr like a little kitten. He leaned forward on his elbow and locked eyes with the blonde, who didn't even blink as she stared back at him just as openly.
Brody: “And how could you handle dictation?”
Jasmine: “Love it Brody. It's one of my favorite activities to do in the office.”
Aerynn: “AAANNN' on tha' note, I think he has heard 'nough.”
Jasmine acted like she wanted to say more, and Brody only stared with open hostility as Aerynn herded the girl out of the room and told her Mr. Montgomery would call her in a couple of days with the final results of the job opening. When Aerynn came back however she had two fingers pinched over the bridge of her nose.
Aerynn: “Brody. Ye have lost yer first two matches....”
When Brody opened his mouth like he wanted to argue Aerynn held up her hand for silence and to her surprise he closed his mouth.
Aerynn: “Did ye ever think it may be because ye spend so much more time chasing these idiotic skirts then ye do preparing for yer opponents?”
Brody: “I'll have you know.....”
Aerynn: “SENTINEL, called ye out on exactly whot yer doing right now!”
Brody: “Sentinel won by a fast count!”
Aerynn: “An' how long do ye think ye can coast on pure talent alone?”
Brody: “....you think I have natural talent....”
Brody said this in a very gentle manner. All his life, before his parents tragic deaths, he had never even known them. He had been raised by nannies and trainers and had never once had someone whose opinion mattered tell him he had talent, or he was good at something. It was always a condescending pat on the head. Before he could say anything else, or what he said really registered for Aerynn a meek voice said softly.
Voice: “....Hi. Is this the office for the secretarial job opening?”
When the pair looked over and found a woman of perhaps five foot four with flowing brown hair and a complete innocent look. She however had a very punk rock feel about her. She had on a skull necklace and fishnet stockings below her business skirt. Her hair was up in a pair of pigtails and Aerynn liked her immediately.
Woman: “My name is Rose Kendrick.”
Aerynn: “Welcome, Ms. Kendrick.”
Brody: “Sorry the position has been filled.”
Brody's tone was bored, even a trifle insulting but Aerynn cleared her throat and muttered.
Aerynn: “....Big picture. Win titles.”
Brody: “.....The position hasn't been filled. Please come in.”
Rose almost skipped happily to the chairs on the other side of the desk, pausing only long enough to shake Aerynn's hand warmly and then looked over at Brody
Rose: “I worked for Chase bank for three and a half years for one of the Executive Vice Presidents. I know how to file, schedule weeks at a time, know where to find the best coffee in town and can type a hundred words per minute.”
Brody: “And Dictation?”
Rose: “....A hundred words a minute. So I won't ever ask you to slow down.”
Brody: “You won't ever ask me....”
Aerynn: “BRODY! Remember, eyes on tha prize.”
Brody: “.....Titles.”
Aerynn: “Titles Brody. Became tha star I know ye can be.”
Brody: “.....”
Aerynn: “....Maybe e'en tha man I know ye can be.”
Brody: “.....Y....our.....hired.”
Rose looked between the two and they exchanged this and knew there was something more here. A deeper story then they would have shared with anyone but finally two words snapped her out of her reverie.
Your. Hired.
Rose let out a little squeal and leapt out of her and hugged Aerynn. The tall Irish woman looked a bit shocked and struggled to remove herself from the shorter woman's grasp. When she finally did manage to free herself she looked down at her.
Aerynn: “Six AM. Tomorrow mornin'.”
Rose: “Six AM got it! Any preference for coffee?”
Brody: “....French Roast....and none of that cheap shit.”
Rose: “....And you Miss Donnelly?”
Aerynn: “Aerynn, please...an' no coffee. Vanilla Chai Tea, please.”
Rose: “Check! European Roast Coffee and Vanilla Chai Tea! Thank you! See you tomorrow morning!”
Rose bounced out of the office leaving Aerynn and Brody alone in the room. Aerynn watched the empty outer office and smiled faintly.
Aerynn: “I...kinda like her.”
Brody: “...Me too. Tight little thing.”
Aerynn: “Brody....focus.”
Brody: “Right.”
Aerynn: “Ye have Matt Lennoxx a' tha Pay Per View. Tha guy is nae joke. He beat Antranig clean.”
Brody: “Well I aint Antranig.....”
Aerynn: “Ye had a hell o' a showing in tha' main event, Brody....but ye lost. Matt Lennoxx proved his metal.”
Brody: “And you think I haven't?”
Aerynn: “It's nae 'bout whot I think now is it? It's 'bout whot ye think an' yer confidence....an' ye seemed tae have lost it when this conversation first started.”
Brody leaned back in his chair and ran his fingers through his hair then looked over at Aerynn and made a faint ashamed face.
Brody: "Aerynn...what i said about your dad. It was uncalled for and I'm sorry."
Aerynn: "Aye, it was. Dinna do it 'gain, Brody. Ye will na survive tha next time....but fer now, focus on Tragic Engagement."
Brody: “Tragic Engagement....then at Tragic Engagement I prove my own. Matt Lennoxx will be the first of many victims to fall before the All American Nightmare. At Tragic Engagement, a whole new Matt Lennox will experience his own Nightmare.”
Aerynn looked at Brody trying to flesh out exactly what this meant. Could be keep his promise? Could he really live up to his new hype he had created for himself? Somehow she had her doubts, but beyond all the shadows and doubts, she knew that he would find a way. Broderick Montgomery was nothing if not persistent and he always got what he wanted in the end.
