Post by The Lost One on Jan 14, 2014 21:53:14 GMT -6
The room was quiet, not to mention massive. Circular in construction with the high vaulted ceiling. Two leather couches sat on the far side of the room and behind them built into the wall was a massive fish tank. Bright tropical fishes swam around the massive tank. On the opposite side of the room from the couches and the fish tank stood a window that covered the entire wall.
The window looked out over the beautiful skyline of Las Vegas, Nevada. The morning sun shined gently over the horizon. The lights of the strip were all off, or overshadowed by the glow of the sun over the beautiful landscape. It was the kind of view that people would pay a fortune for. Beautiful equally during the day as the night.
In front of the window sat a mammoth mahogany desk with a touchscreen LCD monitor sitting on the desk. The monitor covered almost the enter desk. The room was obviously a office of some kind and a impressive one at that.
Behind the desk sat a man in a loose fitting suit. Perhaps man was a bit loose of a word. He was little more then twenty-one with short brown hair and blue eyes hidden under the designer glasses. A thick gold chain hung around his neck and he wore a button up shirt made of the finest silk. What was worn below was unknown.
The man was looking at the multiple screens which showed five separate screens. One was a live feed of a beautiful....no, that wasn't a strong enough expression of this woman. A Ravishing silver haired woman of her mid twenties. She laid sprawled out on a huge bed on her stomach. The sheet covering her from the waist up with a single toned leg sticking out.
The other monitors showed the same woman, but under a very different set of circumstances. They were, of a very adult type and with a man with short brown hair and a toned body. The man watched the video feed with a satisfied little smirk on his lips.
There was no need to turn the volume on the video up. He remembered. He remembered every squeal. Every scream and every cry and every begging whimper. He remembered them all. All he had to do was watch with the memory still so fresh in his mind.
?: “Mr. Montgomery.”
A sweet female voice said gently.
Broderick: “Yes Melanie?”
Melanie: “....Ms. Donnally is on the phone for you and Mr. Georgio is here to see you.”
Aerynn: “Just tell the little bastard to pick up the phone!”
Aerynn could be heard through the speaker phone on Melanie's phone and Broderick smirked once again. Aerynn's tone was impossible to mistake. A Southern Irish Brogue.
Broderick: “Send in Mr. Georgio and transfer the call in to me.”
Melanie: “Yes Mr. Montgomery.”
A older man walked into the room with a big smile on his face. The young man held up a single hand and picked up his line.
Broderick: “Aerynn go to my apartment. Yes I understand it's not in your job description....do we have to go through this every damn time. Just do it!”
Broderick slammed the phone down and then looked up at Oliver. The man had just agreed to a contract with Broderick and his bodyguard to compete in his new company. A quick click stopped the video but kept the live feed of the silver haired goddess.
Oliver: “Did you make it to that meet and greet last night?”
Broderick: “....Actually no Mr. Georgio I didn't. I got a little side tracked, but I am sure Miss Gautier will get your welcome package and love it. The signing bonus and all.”
Oliver: “I suppose you're right, but next time Mr. Montgomery please try and make these meetings.....what was so important anyway?”
A now a smirk played across the playboy's lips and he held open his hand to the monitor. Oliver Georgio, straight laced Owner of the Unchained Wrestling Alliance walked around the next and looked down at the sleeping beauty. His eyes went from wide to narrowed and he spun around on the smirking young man. The older man was actually so angry his face was red and the veins in his neck and forehead began to pulse.
Oliver: “THAT is Jezika Gautier! Have you lost your mind! I send you to meet and greet a new Employee of UWA and you end up in bed with her! Are you insane Broderick! Can you imagine the kind of lawsuit this opens up for me!”
Broderick: “..she's.....”
Oliver: “I heard stories about you. They told me your talent wouldn't outweigh the shenanigans you would get into but that is VERY hard to believe now! You better make this right Mr. Montgomery!”
Broderick: “How am I supposed to do that?”
Oliver: “I don't care how you do it.”
Oliver stormed out from behind the desk and opened the door to the small room outside the office. He looked back no less livid then he was a moment before. When he spoke he spoke slowly and emphasized every word.
Oliver: “Make. This. Right. NOW!”
And then slammed the door behind him and stormed away from the office. Brody put his hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers and looking down at the image of his house and another woman walked up to the front door. A blondish brown haired tall woman who looked anything but happy to be there.
Broderick: “....How the hell am I supposed to make this right?”
What exactly had Broderick Montgomery, known as Brody by more then a few women he had left by the way side, do now? How could he get out of this situation?
The window looked out over the beautiful skyline of Las Vegas, Nevada. The morning sun shined gently over the horizon. The lights of the strip were all off, or overshadowed by the glow of the sun over the beautiful landscape. It was the kind of view that people would pay a fortune for. Beautiful equally during the day as the night.
In front of the window sat a mammoth mahogany desk with a touchscreen LCD monitor sitting on the desk. The monitor covered almost the enter desk. The room was obviously a office of some kind and a impressive one at that.
Behind the desk sat a man in a loose fitting suit. Perhaps man was a bit loose of a word. He was little more then twenty-one with short brown hair and blue eyes hidden under the designer glasses. A thick gold chain hung around his neck and he wore a button up shirt made of the finest silk. What was worn below was unknown.
The man was looking at the multiple screens which showed five separate screens. One was a live feed of a beautiful....no, that wasn't a strong enough expression of this woman. A Ravishing silver haired woman of her mid twenties. She laid sprawled out on a huge bed on her stomach. The sheet covering her from the waist up with a single toned leg sticking out.
The other monitors showed the same woman, but under a very different set of circumstances. They were, of a very adult type and with a man with short brown hair and a toned body. The man watched the video feed with a satisfied little smirk on his lips.
There was no need to turn the volume on the video up. He remembered. He remembered every squeal. Every scream and every cry and every begging whimper. He remembered them all. All he had to do was watch with the memory still so fresh in his mind.
?: “Mr. Montgomery.”
A sweet female voice said gently.
Broderick: “Yes Melanie?”
Melanie: “....Ms. Donnally is on the phone for you and Mr. Georgio is here to see you.”
Aerynn: “Just tell the little bastard to pick up the phone!”
Aerynn could be heard through the speaker phone on Melanie's phone and Broderick smirked once again. Aerynn's tone was impossible to mistake. A Southern Irish Brogue.
Broderick: “Send in Mr. Georgio and transfer the call in to me.”
Melanie: “Yes Mr. Montgomery.”
A older man walked into the room with a big smile on his face. The young man held up a single hand and picked up his line.
Broderick: “Aerynn go to my apartment. Yes I understand it's not in your job description....do we have to go through this every damn time. Just do it!”
Broderick slammed the phone down and then looked up at Oliver. The man had just agreed to a contract with Broderick and his bodyguard to compete in his new company. A quick click stopped the video but kept the live feed of the silver haired goddess.
Oliver: “Did you make it to that meet and greet last night?”
Broderick: “....Actually no Mr. Georgio I didn't. I got a little side tracked, but I am sure Miss Gautier will get your welcome package and love it. The signing bonus and all.”
Oliver: “I suppose you're right, but next time Mr. Montgomery please try and make these meetings.....what was so important anyway?”
A now a smirk played across the playboy's lips and he held open his hand to the monitor. Oliver Georgio, straight laced Owner of the Unchained Wrestling Alliance walked around the next and looked down at the sleeping beauty. His eyes went from wide to narrowed and he spun around on the smirking young man. The older man was actually so angry his face was red and the veins in his neck and forehead began to pulse.
Oliver: “THAT is Jezika Gautier! Have you lost your mind! I send you to meet and greet a new Employee of UWA and you end up in bed with her! Are you insane Broderick! Can you imagine the kind of lawsuit this opens up for me!”
Broderick: “..she's.....”
Oliver: “I heard stories about you. They told me your talent wouldn't outweigh the shenanigans you would get into but that is VERY hard to believe now! You better make this right Mr. Montgomery!”
Broderick: “How am I supposed to do that?”
Oliver: “I don't care how you do it.”
Oliver stormed out from behind the desk and opened the door to the small room outside the office. He looked back no less livid then he was a moment before. When he spoke he spoke slowly and emphasized every word.
Oliver: “Make. This. Right. NOW!”
And then slammed the door behind him and stormed away from the office. Brody put his hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose with two fingers and looking down at the image of his house and another woman walked up to the front door. A blondish brown haired tall woman who looked anything but happy to be there.
Broderick: “....How the hell am I supposed to make this right?”
What exactly had Broderick Montgomery, known as Brody by more then a few women he had left by the way side, do now? How could he get out of this situation?
