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Post by gwyneth cassandra ashford on Aug 7, 2012 13:35:25 GMT -5
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[style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]The flight from Texas to Virginia was quite awful, to be honest. Gwen could not stand the three screaming kids right behind her and was ready to bite them just to shut them up, once and for all. Next time she would take the private jet. Kids weren't her favorite thing in the world. In fact they were the worst. Luckily her ability to give birth to any kind of screaming mess-machines were taken away when she decided to follow her parents footsteps and became a vampire. The only thing that followed kids was a horrible headache. Well, at least she wouldn't have to worry about a ride to the office since daddy dearest informed that she would be picked up with limo.
After she got rid of those screaming nuisances – they were finally taken away by their mother – Gwen moved out of the plane, put her sunglasses on – just because - and started walking towards baggage claim. One reason more to take the private jet – no reason to walk a million miles to get your own baggage. In fact – why didn't she take the private plane? She was definitely one of the sharpest tools in the shed but she had thought that it would be the same if she took it or if she took the flight from an airline. She'd save a bit of the money to herself. Not that she ever was short of cash. But that was turnover for the company too. But never again would she take a regular flight – or even if she did, she would pay extra to get a seat with no children nearby.
When she finally got her recently bought new black suitcase from the conveyor belt most of the other travelers had gone to their own ways. Gwen started walking towards the main entrance where the car should be waiting – there couldn't be very many limousines, right? It took her only a second to notice the black car in the dark night. Its headlights were on though, which made recognizing the car much easier. Someone was already standing next to the car so Gwen assumed this was her babysitter – or well, her new errand guy. When it came to Gwen, she knew no limits of bossing everyone around as she pleased. She looked at him for a minute. ”Oh, how sweet, they sent the intern...” The guy looked young enough and Gwen couldn't actually care less if he was the king of universe. She took the handle of the car and slided in, leaving her suitcase in the pavement, expecting him to put it into the trunk. First she went to the minibar – no blood, of course. But hey, it's supposed to be a secret. Champagne then. She poured herself a drink while waiting.
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your face is like melody.[/style]
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Post by drake elliot gordon on Aug 8, 2012 4:50:33 GMT -5
[style=text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 40px; font-family: times; font-weight: bold; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; color: #7b8a74; line-height: 40px; padding-top: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]take me away cause i don't wanna lose control  Driving in a limousine had never been a favorite of his. It made him feel guilty. These were the luxuries his parents had died trying to attain; his father in a federal lock-up, his mother by her own hand. Drake felt himself growing peevish at the thought but he had to confess to feeling pride also. Harvard had been filled with the elitist brats brought forth by modern day aristocracy. They had bullied him at first. Surely his lowly beginnings had put them beneath them. But he showed them what's what, didn't he? He had achieved far more in a period that was far less extensive. How many at his age had the privilege of filling the position he held? Not that many, of this he was sure. No more meager gains for Drake now that he was rolling with the big cats. Rolex watches, Armani suits. He had it all. Yet he strove to remain humble and friendly. Material gains were just that. It was by the power of the spirit that one could triumph and hence one was to keep body and mind stronger than status and the very important bank account in Liechtenstein.
Drake was to receive an 'intern' tonight. Sensing the car coming to a stop, he took a final sip from the scotch he had been sampling all the way. Time for work, and one really shouldn't drink on the job. This one would probably be a hard working young woman, he reckoned, probably some corporate big shot's daughter. Freshly out of college, just as he had been. Why else would they name her to oversee his work? They would not put a new employee in charge but he did not put it past them to name their own children to influential positions. Ashford Industries had turned deviously corrupt after the death of its founder but, as of yet, the full details of this corruption remained unknown to all but the highest executive. Drake didn't mind it. If they became known he would have the urge to fight it, to reform it. CEO's didn't like threats to their existence and he would be out on his ass within minutes.
Exiting the vehicle, Drake leaned against the exterior, spectacled eyes surveying the area around them for any signs of the lady they were meant to pick up. He would do well not to screw up here and he did not plan to. His expectations confirmed he paid little heed to her words. Instead he threw her a quick smile and closed the door after she had entered. He made to pick up the suitcase. Finding it heavy, he wondered whether or not she packed Chanel, Gucci or a ton of pure lead. Entering on the other side, he sat down opposite of her. Throwing her a smile, he leaned in and offered his hand for the customary shake. "Hi, I'm Drake!" he said with cheer. WORDS: 489! MUSE: Grand! COMMENTS: None! TAGS: Gwen! LYRICS: Take Me Away by Seether[style=text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: times; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 10px;]template made by mercy or wonderland. [/style] |
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Post by gwyneth cassandra ashford on Aug 8, 2012 7:16:31 GMT -5
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[style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Gwen finally took the sunglasses off when she had the champagne glass in her hand and waited for the other guy to get into the car. She was eager to get to the office already and wondered if any blood bags or bottles were arranged to the office for her. She couldn’t drink them in public – obviously – but she was getting hungry. And regular food didn’t do a thing for her bloodlust. She did assume though that the guy picking her up wasn’t a vampire or a human who knew about vampire’s existence so it wouldn’t be smart to use him as a snack. Or anyone other in front of his eyes. So no blood for Gwen. Unfortunately.
After taking a few sips from her champagne, the other guy stepped in to the car right opposite to her and sat his ass down. Funny, Gwen has actually thought she’d have a peaceful ride to the office but instead she had company. Alright, she could deal with that. Probably. Even if she was in a bad mood. Of course it would be smart to act nice and friendly but it truthfully – it wasn’t in her nature to do so. She was strict and honest, often speaking her mind before even thinking what she was supposed to say. She didn’t want to please anyone. And what could they do anyway? Her father was the board member - or whatever he called himself - so she was basically untouchable.
”I don’t believe that matters to me. I’m here to supervise the company, not to make friends.” Gwen took a sip from her glass while staring at Drake with her blue eyes. Oh if they only could see into the soul, Gwen’s life would be so fun… ”No offense, but I’m here strictly on business and I wish you inform everyone to keep doing their work.” The look in her face stayed serious-ish when she moved her gaze to her trembling phone on the side table. She decided to ignore the phone call from one friend she had. Not time for that now. Besides, Gwen would be working hard so no time for real fun. Maybe some other time.
”How has it been going in Virginia? Any problems that have occurred?” Not even ‘how are you doing’-line from Gwen. Straight to the matter. Typical. She had learned that not caring was the best possible feature in business – she had to fire people, hire people and otherwise point out the failures of the branches. She was like… quality manager. Or well, she did almost anything and everything she could. She probably had gained a few enemies by being so cold and heartless while letting people go or doing anything to get something she wanted.
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your face is like melody.[/style]
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Post by drake elliot gordon on Aug 10, 2012 6:34:52 GMT -5
[style=text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 40px; font-family: times; font-weight: bold; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; color: #7b8a74; line-height: 40px; padding-top: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]take me away cause i don't wanna lose control "Very well." he noted with an undiminished smile. At least she had a pretty face to go with the rotten interior. Drake couldn't blame her; he was talking to a silver spoon, a child of wealth. Her golden backside had been born into power while the others fought for scraps at their table. She had probably grown up with servants tending to her every need and parents who were always away from home. "Don't worry about it - your highness - we, the serfs, are very much used to such treatment." Drake responded with a little bit of sarcasm. Honestly he didn't care for the woman's name. As long as he got paid, he wouldn't care so much. Work was work and sometimes it was stressful. Yet the Rolex, the Lamborghini and the luxury apartment had to be paid for, of course. However, it was good to finally have a big cat in Virginia. There were things a lowly executive could not deal with due to lack of resources or clearance. Maybe now things would pick up.
Sipping his own drink, he eyed her from where he was located. She bore a striking resemblance to the portraits she found strewn around the office building. When the phone rang he felt as if he was dealing with a bratty teenager. "Truth be told, we've reached our production limit." he confessed with disappointment. "Our best prospectors and the geologists we hired have all confirmed that our oil wells are expected to peak in early 2014. At which point production will decrease, as you know." he added with a smile. "However there's another company drilling in the region, the Wyatt Oil Corporation." Drake began, knowing that he had to get right to business with this one. "He has recently fallen under EPA scrutiny..." he added. Drake had always found the EPA to resemble the inquisition of ages past as they pursued any transgression with a near religious zeal.
Fair play had never been his forte. Profits had to be attained. New York wanted oil and he wanted to get paid. That was the way the world worked. "Mister Wyatt is a good Christian, a true patriot. But he's in the way of the production quota as set by corporate." Drake added, awaiting her judgment as he sipped his glass once more. WORDS: 391! MUSE: Grand! COMMENTS: None! TAGS: Gwen! LYRICS: Take Me Away by Seether[style=text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: times; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 10px;]template made by mercy or wonderland. [/style] |
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Post by gwyneth cassandra ashford on Aug 10, 2012 7:34:34 GMT -5
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[style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Gwen did not manage to decide whether she liked this guy or not. She wasn’t used to forming opinions about people, especially when they worked for Ashford Industries. He looked young but he had already a Rolex in his hand. There was always the change that he was like her – progeny of some big shot. In that case Gwen would’ve questioned why he worked for them. All this thinking got her headache to remind her about its existence. Gwen sensed the sarcasm in her bones – come on, it was basically her middle name – and gave a non-amused grin towards Drake. She was used to getting such an attitude from time to time. Actually, she wouldn’t mind to be a princess though she probably couldn’t follow any kind of etiquettes. She had problems to follow rules already so what would life be like with following certain dress codes and eating habits too? Not fun.
Gwen had decided to make everything well and make the business bloom. That’s what she had decided with every branch office. And she did not care what actions she’d had to take – or maybe a little bit. She didn’t want to disappoint her father or destroy the company completely. Gwen listened the current problems carefully through making plans inside her head at the same time. She had to interview the employees too – it was a basic follow-up procedure and a way to see their loyalty to the company. Gwen was quite good at detecting lies. She was rarely fooled. In almost four hundred years she had learned to notice when people are lying – the little things they do and everything.
So basically they needed more oil. They could always drill further away but it cost more than drilling nearby. A grin of amusement appeared when she heard about Wyatt Oil’s problems with EPA. Luckily they weren’t causing any trouble for AI. Or not yet. Gwen tried to follow the protocol to avoid that. But she was ready to fight if the bureaucracy of EPA would fall on them someday. Besides, they wouldn’t want to cause any health issues to anyone anyway. ”They are actually stupid enough to get into trouble with them? Jeez, the CEO must be a real mastermind. So he will be stupid enough to sell the oil production rights for us if we get the company out of trouble.”
Christian, patriot. Yeah right. ”Fuck Christianity. It has nothing to do with business and it never will. The basic line for business is “if you want it bad enough, you will find a way to get it.” Simple as that. Now if you’d excuse me, I have to make a phone call.” She took her phone and typed in the number of their accountant, just to be sure how much money they had in the company bank account. Gwen was always the one who wanted to save the money and negotiated the prices always under the asking price. Almost always. ”Hi Rita, it’s Gwen. I’m just checking in. How much is the company balance?” She nodded and wrote down the final number. She’d make a deal with Wyatt Oil. Why should it be hard when it was so simple. ”Yeah. You too. Thanks. Bye now.” She turned to face Drake once again. ”So basically I’m gonna make a deal with Wyatt Oil and our production should be guaranteed to continue normally.”
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your face is like melody.[/style]
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Post by drake elliot gordon on Aug 10, 2012 14:04:54 GMT -5
[style=text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 40px; font-family: times; font-weight: bold; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; color: #7b8a74; line-height: 40px; padding-top: 10px; letter-spacing: 4px;]take me away cause i don't wanna lose control "Well, Britney." he began; simply making up a name to address her with. "Every business that deals in fossil fuels had to deal with the EPA. We just bribe them. Wyatt, however, is a man of great principle." Drake noted with a sense of admiration. Mister Wyatt was a veteran of the industry - an oil baron with many years under his belt. But he was in the way, like a tree, and Drake, possessing no love of trees, sought to remove the obstruction so that development may continue. He had already devised a plan. Those oil wells were fat and juicy. Not as fat and juicy as the ones in Texas, Alaska or Canada - but still very much so. He would have them. The company would possess them if only they proved willing to set aside their morals for once. And if that took the destruction of Howard Wyatt, so be it. He sought profit not philanthropy, Drake preferred to leave such things to the idiots in D.C.
Ever so slightly insulted by her mocking of his believes, Drake smiled even wider and sipped from his glass before setting it down. "We're not all corporate monsters." he noted. "Belief and business are very much intertwined - you would do well to remember that." This woman was the devil, it seemed. All he awaited now was for two horns to appear on her forehead. Such was business, however. One often had to deal with individuals one would rather not deal with. Some of these individuals possessed personality so terrible that they could not even look upon the sun. Some of the big cats upstairs only met with their coworkers at night, often leaving him to wonder the cause for such eccentric behavior. "A man's principles are his only true possessions." he added.
"Put that down, honey." Drake stated in a cocky manner, having devised a different plan. Why pay for something one could claim nearly for free? He strived to be profitable for the sake of his employer. One could only be profitable by cutting costs. "Would you truly waste the millions by going against a man known for his hard line positions? Here's is a man who truly values his property, a man with utter faith in the American dream. Wyatt will not sell us the rights unless he's convinced of our capabilities in handling them." he said, taking a moment for his words to sink in. "Those oil wells are his property, in case you hadn't noticed." Knowing that his proposition would be risky if any word of it were to end up in the wrong hands, he leaned closer to the bossy woman on the other end of the interior. "Might I suggest inviting the man for dinner, first? Maybe he'd be willing to accept a compromise." he suggested with a slight smile of his own.
"So Gwen, is it? I like that name!" WORDS: 472! MUSE: Grand! COMMENTS: None! TAGS: Gwen! LYRICS: Take Me Away by Seether[style=text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: times; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 10px;]template made by mercy or wonderland. [/style] |
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Post by gwyneth cassandra ashford on Aug 13, 2012 16:35:47 GMT -5
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[style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Gwen did not react to the guy calling her Britney. She had been called worse. And basically she could handle any names given to her. Besides, she hadn't told him her name. Not that it really mattered. The truth – however – was that the company had been bribing the board members of EPA to look some little matters through their fingers. And they somewhat tried to avoid that topic anyway. Gwen was usually just trying to negotiate but bribing came in the picture when things weren't going as they should've gone. She was indeed a bit ruthless and didn't usually avoid any ways to get what she wanted. Usually money was the deal breaker in many cases. Those who actually said that money could not bring happiness or solve problems were wrong – no offence to anyone thinking that way but nothing came free. Not even happiness. ”And that, frankly, is his greatest weakness.”
Even if there was a God, Gwen didn't believe in one. She had no god. She was raised as a christian but soon learned that God didn't actually help anyone. If you wanted someone, God could not give you that. You had to learn how to get it yourself. And she had learned to do that – there was the easy way, the hard way and Gwen's way. The latter being somewhat a mix of the hard way and manipulation. She was her own god. Or something like that. ”Oh great, another religious freak-o...” She had raised her glass to her lips right before and mumbled the words quite silently, raising her eyebrows as she took the last sip of her champagne. ”Whatever you believe in, sir, will not affect how I deal with my business. So please keep your God out of my way.” A forceful smirk was given as she laid her empty glass down. ”Now since you're at it, be a darling doll and pour me a glass of scotch. I'm gonna need something more than champagne if we're gonna have conversation about religion.” Of course the alcohol did nothing at all. But it was a good diversion to change the topic to something else. Or so she thought.
”Oh, so you're a cook now too? How awesome is that! Maybe I'll let you cook me a dinner sometimes – I mean we have to be sure what we're gonna offer mister Wyatt.” Gwen's excited tone was obviously faked. She was not excited about a dinner with someone she could take down with mere conversation – she was so sure about herself. ”You obviously do not know how to negotiate with someone. And money doesn't even belong in the first part of it. That's the last part. If it ever comes to it. Usually it doesn't. Not with me anyway.” Soon enough she noticed that the car had stopped and they had arrived to their destination. Gwen stepped out from the car gazing upon the tall buildings in front of her. The car driver brought her suitcase to her and Gwen was waiting for Drake to lead her to the right building and the right office.
”And it's miss Ashford to you.”
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Post by drake elliot gordon on Aug 15, 2012 5:27:52 GMT -5
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His patience waned and all of a sudden he felt tested. The raven haired demon was testing her limits and he wasn't prepared to break. "Scotch it is." Drake said as he poured the glass, moving over the topic completely. Instead of handing her the glass, however, he placed it just out of her reach. She'd have to move over to grab it; a little pet peeve of his. "Of course. I am a gourmand of epic proportions. My exploits are well known. I'm surprised you didn't recognize me!" he responded, taking a sip from his own glass. "So what are your talents, aside from being a complete bitch, of course?" he questioned, finally responding with his own sharp tongue. Was this final judgment? What could he possibly have done to piss off corporate in such a terrible manner that they would send him a demonic intern? To be frank, Drake didn't know. But he was keen to find out whose sick sense of humor had contributed to this.
Remaining silent for a while, he emerged from the car, greeting the driver as he walked her toward the office buildings. "Then pray tell, princess Ashford, what makes you so special? What I mean is, why would one give you control of a company without being compensated for it?" Drake questioned, composed as ever. They had to be fucking kidding. This had to be nightmare. Would they put him in the safe office with this... monster for six months of end? He would have to demand a raise. This was terrible. WORDS: 449! MUSE: Grand! COMMENTS: None! TAGS: Gwen! LYRICS: Take Me Away by Seether[style=text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: times; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 10px;]template made by mercy or wonderland. [/style] |
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Post by gwyneth cassandra ashford on Aug 15, 2012 7:10:13 GMT -5
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[style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding-top: -1px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #474747; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; padding: 5px;]Gwen would've appreciated company that did not talk. But you couldn't always get what you wanted, so the best thing to do was to adapt to the situation. She would've even preferred a company that talked only a little but boy was this Drake talkative. The flight wasn't long, she had no jetlag but she had a headache which made her even more bitchier than she usually was – if you could get any bitchier. ”They are only fully capable of being fools.”
There it was. Gwen did wonder when she could expect Drake to man up. Though calling her a bitch was not the most original thing to do. ”Oh, you know, making money, winning people at their own game, the regular stuff.” Grin embellished her face for a moment. Why lie? Gwen was good at pissing people off and winning – probably cause she didn't accept defeat. She actually knew this but wouldn't change a thing. If she wanted to be nice, she could be. She just wasn't on that mood. Daddy wouldn't probably care if she was nice or not, just that the oil situation would be solved – for the company's profit of course. And Gwen intended to do exactly that. She noticed the scotch glass on the table but did not lean forward to it. Topic had changed, no particular need for that anymore. ”Wouldn't push my luck if I were you.”
Years of experience in the field would've been Gwen's answer. If she could only say so. But for what she knew, she was 22-year-old heiress who happened to have business education and who happened to be a vampire. The latter was the part that no one would ever need to know. Or could know. So she had to leave the smart-ass answer and find a better one. But that really wasn't a probelm for her. And princess? Sure, why not. She actually was the daughter of a king but not exactly a princess. Or well, the daughter of a vampire king. One fact that would also stay hidden.
An amused sneer fleed from her lips as she followed Drake to the buildings with her suitcase. ”Now that's a secret you'll have to figure out yourself, mister. Just know that everything I hear or see here will be reported right to the board of members. And for your information, their compensation is to keeping their successful oil drilling business in this area. Otherwise – as you said – they would suffer from deceased production. You're not really the sharpest tool in the shed, now are you?” Of course they were getting compensated by getting money. That's what mattered to them. And she had no intention of failing the company – or more or less her father who had trusted the company's evaluation to her.
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Post by drake elliot gordon on Aug 25, 2012 14:24:17 GMT -5
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"Oh - now that seems interesting!" Drake retorted with a righteous, well pronounced grin as he straightened his tie. "Who are you previous employers?" he questioned intent on hearing an answer. The numbers didn't quite add up. A twenty two year old who happened to be fresh out of college wouldn't have made money, a rule not even the wealthiest of heiresses would be able to defy. "What did you say?" responded Drake, simply ignoring the woman's threat as he exited the vehicle. It hadn't been the longest trip but it sure had been the worst.
Judging by the girl's words and grasp of economics, business school was no longer as great as it used to be. If Wyatt were to be allowed to keep his wells, the money spent on acquiring the company would be utterly wasted; the property would still belong to Mister Wyatt along with the oil revenues A.G. Trust was after in the first place. "Your logic seems sound." Drake said, disagreeing in silence. Straightening his suit and tie once more, Drake regained his polite demeanor and gestured toward the buildings. "This way, ma'am." WORDS: 309! MUSE: Grand! COMMENTS: None! TAGS: Gwen! LYRICS: Take Me Away by Seether[style=text-transform: uppercase; text-align: center; font-size: 10px; font-family: times; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 0px; padding-top: 10px;]template made by mercy or wonderland. [/style] |
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