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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 8, 2011 23:31:01 GMT -8
Philip's tail swayed behind him as he scratched at the back of his neck, glancing around the place. Was he happy to be in the hotel? Sure. But he would rather be there on the trail of an affair, not interviewing a cook. However, the chief had informed him they needed this feature, and Clark was out sick so he had better cover it.
He sighed, finally dropping his paw from the back of his neck, looking around again.
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Post by sybbil on Feb 9, 2011 9:30:51 GMT -8
Ox was preparing for the evening rush, beefsteak with a creamy mushroom and white wine sauce. Asparagus and thinly sliced carrots on the side, with a thin lemon soup as a appetizer. Setting up another chicken dish recipe on the table in his office, he made sure he hopefully had enough ingredients to cover the night. "A fish dish too, do you think?" He asked Marlin, the sous chef.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 9, 2011 16:18:40 GMT -8
Philip glanced around again and finally shrugged, going into the kitchen, and knocking on the wall beside the entrance. "Hey, I'm here for an interview with," he paused, making it sound like he was glancing down at his notes. "Oxford Howe?"
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Post by sybbil on Feb 10, 2011 16:04:29 GMT -8
Ox's uncovered ears twitched in the direction of the voice from the door. He spoke to another one of his subordinates without moving or looking up from the recipe at his makeshift desk. "Bring him in, will you, Artie? Tell him I'm in the office."
((Ox is not gonna make this easy...))
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 10, 2011 16:15:02 GMT -8
Philip's brows rose when informed he needed to head back to the office by what looked like a lackey. "Yeah, alright, sure," he said, breezing past them, notepad in paw. He liked his props after all. He went up to the desk of a... very large white cat. Holy hell that cat was huge. Philip decided he didn't actually want to see the guy with a set of steak knifes or a cleaver. "Mr. Howe?"
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Post by sybbil on Feb 10, 2011 16:26:04 GMT -8
Ox looked up, not quite smiling but not scowling either. Wiggling his whiskers, he gestured towards a wooden chair near the walnut desk. "Please take a seat. What can I do for you, Mr..."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 10, 2011 16:37:51 GMT -8
"Hunt," Philip replied, holding out a paw as he pulled the chair closer to the desk to sit. "We had an interview? For The Felidae Tribune?"
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Post by sybbil on Feb 10, 2011 16:43:00 GMT -8
Shaking the extended paw, Ox nodded. "Ah, yes. I remember now. Sorry, I tend to forget things if they aren't on the menu."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 10, 2011 16:48:49 GMT -8
Philip blinked at him for a moment. "Well," he said, dryly. "Much as I love to be remembered, I hope to never end up on your menu."
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Post by sybbil on Feb 10, 2011 17:02:33 GMT -8
Ox held the stare for a moment and then guffawed loudly. "Didn't think most people would catch that. Well then, Mr. Hunt, interview away."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 10, 2011 17:18:29 GMT -8
Philip smiled faintly, reaching up to his hat band to retrieve his pencil he kept stashed there. "Well then, Mr. Howe. You just got this job, correct?"
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Post by sybbil on Feb 10, 2011 17:23:47 GMT -8
"Three days ago, to be exact. I'd been in town two days before that, after the last job in New York ended."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 10, 2011 17:26:02 GMT -8
Philip glanced up at him, writing down the answer for show. "That didn't take you long at all then. Why'd you leave New York?"
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Post by sybbil on Feb 11, 2011 13:06:36 GMT -8
Ox shrugged, scratching his left ear, the brown one. "Had a disagreement with the boss of the restaurant that couldn't be resolved. So I packed up house and family and headed for newer pastures. Not the first time I've struck out for someplace new, though the disagreement with the employer was new."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Feb 11, 2011 16:12:02 GMT -8
Philip noted, scribbling down some notes in a shorthand. Or they could have just been squiggles. Either way, no cat else could read them."Fair enough. What other places have you been then?"
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