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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 18, 2011 20:40:57 GMT -8
"You left before midnight then?" he asked, one ear flickering.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 20:42:26 GMT -8
"Naturally..." Bombalurina narrowed her gaze somewhat in challenge to his face, "I had work to do."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 18, 2011 20:47:24 GMT -8
He shook his head a little sadly. "It was a New Years Eves Party and you left before Midnight... Oh well. I guess I can hardly yell at you for not going your job since it wasn't your job then, but do keep that in mind next time. All the interesting stuff at parties like that happen on or just past midnight. Also, it means you missed some of the most important guests but... at least we have some things, hm?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 20:50:18 GMT -8
"Well, at least you do...that thing was hideous." She glanced away, crossing a gentle arm over her waist at the memory. Bombalurina wasn't built for that kind of world, and if it wasn't for either of her jobs, she would prefer nothing to do with it.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 18, 2011 20:52:45 GMT -8
Picking up a pencil, he jotted down a couple notes on the paper. "Well, at least this gives me some idea where to start."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 20:58:32 GMT -8
"I promise you...next time you can have my invitation."Bombi rolled her eyes, slipping off the desk and freeing the suffocated folder, her tail shaking itself out gently, pawing her skirt of its wrinkles.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 18, 2011 20:59:44 GMT -8
He glanced up. "How did you get ahold of one anyway?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 18, 2011 21:02:57 GMT -8
"My lovely other employer...He needed a date so he rung me up and dragged me out from doing one of his other jobs...he didn't even take the damn photos." She huffed, Bombalurina just about at the end of her teather with the complete jerk.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 18, 2011 21:17:34 GMT -8
He raised a brow. "Interesting. How on earth did he end up with one..." he sighed. "Months down the drain... oh well," he glanced over the paper again. "Call up some people later, get some more information..." he said more to himself than her, trying to plan out how to go about this.
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 21, 2011 16:23:23 GMT -8
Bombi eyed him with some interest, watching his mind ticking over for evidence.
"Well, kit, that's your forte - not mine." She waved off, pulling a seat over and perching on the end of the cushion with little interest as to what he was doing with her information. The scarlet queen crossed her legs, leaning her paw to her chin and holding her head up gently.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 21, 2011 16:40:53 GMT -8
His fur settled a little now that she was no longer actually smearing her scent all over his desk and chair. He glanced over at her for a moment. "Anything else then, or see you tomorrow at eleven?"
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 21, 2011 16:53:14 GMT -8
She smirked gently, eyeing him for a moment before taking a swift stand.
"Eleven then, right." Bombalurina curled her tail some, flickering it as she motioned to take her leave. "See you then, Boss."
((Oh, and the 'Lunch' in the other thread with Jerrie, was more around 9:00/10:00, since Jerrie came around earlier in the morning, so she's still Ok for work))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 21, 2011 17:35:12 GMT -8
((Kay, sounds good. Juuuust making sure that we weren't having timeline issues. XD))
Philip nodded, but then added, "Hold on a moment though, there's a couple things before you leave." He leaned against the front of his desk again, crossing his legs in front of him and his arms over his chest.
"Just a couple things to clear up if you want to work here. First, the only cat who gets to slather their scent over my things, is my lover. So unless you're auditioning for that role, don't ever sit on my desk again. I'll set up a side table in here with a chair and everything you'll need, and you'll be spending a lot of your time in the darkroom or on assignment anyway. Secondly, I'm being nice this time around, but you fall behind on your bills again, and you get to deal with that--I'm not giving you monthly advances or bonuses all the time. This is just to establish you, but after this? Unless you do something spectacular and awe-worthy, you're getting the normal wage at the normal time. And thirdly, this is the best damn newspaper in town, and you work for us, you represent us. Joking, teasing, flirting? Fine, but there are lines honey, and you better be aware of them. So especially when on assignment, you are expected to be professional."
He paused, eying her. "Now, I'm fairly laid back about most things, but you want to work here and succeed here, you better keep all that in mind. I'll get some things set up, and if that's all acceptable to you, I'll see you at eleven tomorrow."
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Post by spiderbear on Jan 21, 2011 21:24:59 GMT -8
Bombalurina's green eyes narrowed instinctively. Did he peg her for some sort of office floozy? A growl rose in her throat viciously, tainting the air challengingly.
"Listen, Boss, I'll have you know I'm damn sick and tired of being treated like a second class kitten by some cats who peg themselves the best thing since cut-Kibble, and no I don't slather myself or anything about me all over your throne, so you can take a swipe up another scratchpost for that" She snapped, her fur practically standing on end in her fury,
"I wouldn't touch a socialite-sleazer like you with a ten foot barge pole, not after having worked for one of your kind before. The Tribune may be a respectable paper, but the Jury's still out on some of their employees - I may be your employee, Sweetheart, but I ain't as hell about to be your doormat." Her tail flickered in some finality, the slight pet name a cutting reminder of her previous employer's demeaning attitude toward her. Bombalurina was damn good at her job, and despite not having been appreciated for it, she wasn't about to let a gutter-dwellling gossip-pollicle make any sort of judgement on her, or her intelligence, because her bills weren't met - a feat entirely out of her control. Huffing some, she swept a moody glance over her new boss, memorising his face, and suddenly wondering if she'd made the same mistake again.
She needed the job, yes, but that bastard P.I. she was still on call for introduced himself originally, as a Journalist for the Tribune. Perhaps, in some respects, he wasn't too far from the truth, the way things seemed to be run here. Her tail thrashing somewhat heavily in the air, she strode out on a foot, attempting to calm herself down. There was no point getting angry; she'd been kicked enough in the gut to know it'd happen tomorrow, and the next day, and every damn day after that till she dropped dead where she stood.
Anubis, she had bills to pay.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 21, 2011 21:59:41 GMT -8
Philip followed her outside, giving her a rather unimpressed look. "I wasn't done talking yet. I pulled you off the street," he said quietly. "I worked for eight years here, worked my damn tail off to get here. So, here's the thing--I don't want a doormat, I want an employee, and that means you've got to calm the hell down and listen to what I'm saying." He paused, looking her over again.
"I've proven myself here, and so far you haven't. So don't make me regret thinking you were a good enough photographer to hire, okay?" he said, voice soft.
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