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Thanks so much for the reviews.
And I third this: Rory rules. :devil:
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Empire State Building, Board Room, 1pm
Bob: You meet the new CEO yet?
Scott: Uh no, I thought that's why we were all here.
Bob: I met her in the lobby on the way in. She is
hot. Her name's Kimberly Eastwood, she lives in Chelsea and she has her masters in business administration and a bunch of other degrees that I'm sure give her some sort of extra letters in front of her name but ugh, I'm tellin' you, nice skin and legs.
Scott: We're here on a business conference, we're not judging the Swimsuit Pageant.
Bob: Still, at least this conference won't be boring, huh? *laughs, elbows Scott*
Scott: *rolls eyes* Try not to howl too loud. *opens portfolio*
Kimberly: *walks in, carrying briefcase*
Everyone looks over
Kimberly: *looks around, places briefcase onto table* And I suppose no one could spare a few women from the national branches.
Bob: We all wanted in on this one, sweetheart.
Kimberly: *smiles* The only person twice my age that I let call me 'sweetheart' is my father and I don't like him very much either.
Bob: *smile fades*
Everyone snickers
Kimberly: Now. I understand I'll be seeing some presentations from some of our more distant branches, namely California, Texas and Florida. These were a bit of a project to see how we would do nationally before we attempted to officially enter the international market. If all goes well and we do end up setting up office across the globe in places like China, Indonesia and Dubai, this company will undergo some substantial changes. Mister Caldwell, you head the Los Angeles branch.
Caldwell: That's right. We've b-
Kimberly: Hold on. *walks around table* I was told there was an interesting young man here from Manhattan...and since the only person in this room remotely near my age appears to be *looks at Scott*
you, I'm assuming you're this Scott Finch I've been hearing so much about.
Scott: Yes. I run the Miami branch.
Kimberly: *runs fingers along top of chair* Tell me, how did you manage to squeeze through the age barrier?
Scott: The same way you did.
Kimberly: *smiles* You appealed to your superiors with your cleavage?
Caldwell: I'm sorry, where is this going? I thought I was supposed to be making a presentation here.
Kimberly: *looks at Caldwell* You're boring. He's interesting. He gets to go first.
Scott: Ah no, really I think you should just let him go first.
Kimberly: *nods* Okay. *walks back around table, grabs chair, sits, crosses legs*
Caldwell: *stands* If you'll look over here to the chart I've devised...
Kimberly: *staring at Scott*
Bob: *leans over, whispers* She's checking you out.
Scott: *opens notebook, writes* Good for her.
Bob: I think she wants you.
Scott: *flips page* Lack of options.
Bob: If you don't want her, can I have her?
Scott: Aren't you married with 2 kids?
Bob: Bust my bubble, that's great.
2 hours later
Caldwell: And now onto the next section of our fiscal strategy.
Kimberly: *rubs eyes* Caldwell, as much as this has been
riveting, I think we get the idea. Why don't we cut this short. Williams, how's the Houston branch going?
Williams: Just fine. Clientel has been up, losses have been stable.
Kimberly: Does your branch need anything?
Williams: Well our employees would appreciate some advanced benefits.
Kimberly: Put in a requisition, I'll look it over. Finch.
Scott: *sits up* Yeah.
Kimberly: How's Miami?
Scott: I can't remember, Caldwell's presentation burned a hole in my brain.
Guys snicker
Kimberly: *smiles* So nothing big that I need to worry about.
Scott: No.
Kimberly: Anything your branch need?
Scott: Aside from some more employees and a few more windows...
Kimberly: I hope those aren't related.
Scott: No, that was my last job.
Guys look at each other
Bob: *whispers* What the hell are you doing?
Scott: I don't know. *clears throat* We only recently opened and staff occupancy is relatively low and we're still missing in some departments. I'd like to hire at least 100 more people in the next few weeks.
Kimberly: And the windows?
Scott: There was a uh, incident across the street involving a machine gun and some of the offices still need to be repaired. I know you people are dealing with the building owners and insurance but an estimated date for when these repairs are going to be finished would be nice.
Kimberly: *nods* I'll look into it.
Scott: Thank you.
Kimberly: *looks at watch* Why don't we take an hour and I'll see you all back here for the next set of presentations....which will hopefully stay under 30 minutes each. *stands, walks away*
Guys start to leave
Bob: I have never seen you do that.
Scott: Do what? *closes portfolio*
Bob: Joke around like that.
Scott: *stands, places portfolio into briefcase* Anything to stop the snoring. *clicks briefcase closed*
Bob: *stands* I think someone needs a cold shower.
Scott: Wow, I can't believe how untrue that is. *walks away*
Bob: *shrugs* Well I need one.
Outside Empire State Building
Scott: *walks down steps, looks over*
Kimberly: *lights cigarette*
Scott: *places down briefcase, pulls out cellphone*
Kimberly: Hey Finch!
Scott: *looks over*
Kimberly: *tilts head*
Scott: *walks over, tosses cellphone into pocket*
Kimberly: Thank God for you.
Scott: Excuse me?
Kimberly: I don't think I'd be able to spend another 2 hours listening to those dusty pots if you weren't there.
Scott: Those 'dusty pots' know what they're talking about. You should listen to what they have to say.
Kimberly: Doesn't make it any less boring.
Scott: That's true. But you knew what you were getting into when you accepted the job, right?
Kimberly: Of course. *blows smoke*
Scott: *clears throat*
Kimberly: But we both know I wasn't hired for my credentials. I don't particularily have a problem with that either, I'm sure a lot of people would like to make 80 million a year because they have a nice rack.
Scott: *smiles, looks down at ground*
Kimberly: *blows smoke*
Scott: *coughs*
Kimberly: *looks at Scott*
Scott: *coughing*
Kimberly: *flicks cigarette onto ground* You okay?
Scott: *nods, coughing*
Kimberly: That doesn't sound very healthy.
Scott: *exhales* I'm fine.
Kimberly: I take it you're not a smoker.
Scott: You would be right.
Kimberly: *scoffs* I'm actually trying to quit. I doubt that'll last very long as soon as the new work load becomes a reality.
Scott: *nods* I'm sure you'll do fine. Excuse me, I'm going to head back up.
Kimberly: Sure.
Scott: *walks away*
Kimberly: *looks back* Mm.
TBC..........................