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Post by qualapec on Jun 3, 2011 23:19:49 GMT -8
Meixiu straightened out her skirt before she entered, a nervous habit. She'd dealt with bad toms before, and it was always about finding the balance between meekness and defiance. Jones had been easy --- she knew what he'd wanted and knew how to make him feel like he'd worked to get it. Hollister was a wild card, and she was trying to ignore how that made her feel.
Gathering her strength, she strode across the threshold of the Demoniaque and up to the reception desk. "Hello. I'm hear to speak to Macavity Hollister."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jun 4, 2011 12:22:20 GMT -8
Martin looked up, and adjusted his glasses as he considered the queen in front of him. "Do you have an appointment?" he drawled.
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Post by qualapec on Jun 4, 2011 18:13:38 GMT -8
"No," Meixiu said simply, "I'm one of life's little surprises with a business opportunity he might be interested in."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jun 4, 2011 19:06:53 GMT -8
Martin looked distinctly unimpressed by that. "Oh? Not every cat can just go up and see Mr. Hollister. He is both a busy tom and..." he looked her over rather slowly. "Not interested in the riff-raft off the streets."
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Post by qualapec on Jun 4, 2011 20:51:05 GMT -8
Experience had taught her to only yield authority to the cat in charge. "I have a specialized set of skills that he might be interested in." There was a pause. "Surely he wouldn't be happy with you if he learned you let a possible business interest slip to a competitor."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jun 4, 2011 22:00:51 GMT -8
Martin continued to look unimpressed. "He trusts me to keep those beneath him out. You're going to have to give me a lot more to go on there."
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Post by qualapec on Jun 4, 2011 22:13:40 GMT -8
She didn't make a habit of tipping her cards to underlings. "Tell him I came here on the recommendation of Mistoffelees Quaxo."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jun 4, 2011 22:59:45 GMT -8
That got Martin's brow to arch and he nodded. "Next time, a suggestion? Start with that information. It will make you look like less of a fool or whore washed up off the streets. He should be in his second floor office."
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Post by qualapec on Jun 4, 2011 23:05:58 GMT -8
"I find it best not to share more than I have to with riff-raff." Meixiu couldn't quite believe she'd said it, but she didn't like the British on principal and this one was running her raw. She strode past him and made for the staircase.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jun 4, 2011 23:25:37 GMT -8
"I would not do that if I were you," Martin said, voice snapping and turning ice cold as she started for the staircase. "In fact, if you do not remove yourself from the premises this moment, I will call the security guards on you, and have you dragged out."
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Post by qualapec on Jun 4, 2011 23:39:02 GMT -8
Something hot and indignant flashed through Meixiu all at once, followed by embarrassment. That had been stupid, and shortsighted, and damn she hadn't slept right in two days...She froze for a moment, momentarily trying to find out how to get out of it, if there was a way out of it. She almost asked him if he'd ever been referred to as a 'parasite', and told him how like it was a British tom to be given more power than he had responsibility for...but she refrained. Her dignity was one of the last things she had to her name, and she wouldn't waste more on further direct insults. She imagined him falling earsfirst into a vat of acid and it calmed her down some. "No, thank you, I'll show myself out."
Stepping away, she refused to look at him as she left, resolving to wait outside for Macavity...and she'd be sure to mention that his receptionist needed customer service training.
Meixiu established herself on a park bench a block away from the Demoniaque and tried not to cry or fall asleep.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jun 5, 2011 19:23:26 GMT -8
A while later, Macavity strolled out of the hotel, off to find coffee in a different setting from normal, avoiding the restaurant at his own place for the time being and needing to move before dealing with the rest of the day. He pulled a cigarette out, lighting it as he looked up and down the street.
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Post by qualapec on Jun 13, 2011 14:09:41 GMT -8
Meixiu waited for quite a while until she saw a ginger cat exit the Demoniaque. She approached him from the front, trying not to appear nervous. Everything that had happened lately...and the incident just now had shaken her. "Could you be...Macavity Hollister?" She approached him from the front, slowly so as not to startle him.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jun 14, 2011 19:29:09 GMT -8
Macavity stared at the strange queen for a long moment. "Yeah. Who's askin' and why?"
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