girl!boss {fox}
May 2, 2021 16:37:04 GMT -5
Post by ᕙʕ•ᴥ•ʔᕗ on May 2, 2021 16:37:04 GMT -5
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“Ma’am, your meeting--?”
“Yes, yes, I am aware it is soon.”
“I’ve packed you a bag with a note pad, some pens and—“
“Thank you, Lile, but I will not be needing any of those.”
“But ma’am, this meeting—“
Callienta threw her assistant a look to signify the conversation was over. Callie had little faith that this meeting would bear any fruit and yet, it was one of her responsibilities to go to these meetings, to hear all of these desperate people out—“remember, we are also desperate”—and report back to the group of Gamemakers and the Council. Preposterous that donors and financial backers would have so much weight in the Games, but then, Callie never bothered with the financial aspect over the last 2 Games that she had been a head Gamemaker.
“If you do not hear from me in an hour, call me to rescue me from this meeting. Just…make something up.”
She shrugged her robe over her shoulders and briskly walked out of her office, unable to tolerate her open-mouthed assistant any longer. The driver that had been assigned to her made a gesture to walk over to her, but Callie waved her hand as she did every day. She much preferred to walk through the streets, without concern for her safety, and to observe the bright colors of where she lived. With her bright and heavy robes, she always stood out and blended in at the same time. Callie did feel bad that the driver was essentially hired to stand in the building all day, but at least he is getting paid for it.
The meeting wasn’t even far but dread made time move slower and the roads extend longer. She would have much rather spent the day behind her desk, surrounded by pencils and water colors, painting her vision of what the 88th Games would look like. Instead, she was the errand boy of the day, and she had been elected to put on her most personable face. Callie was not a stranger to doing this—it was, after all, how she built and rose in her career—but it always required energy and focus, and she often found herself tiring of it after a week of having ot put on faces.
Finally, she reached her destination. She looked at the door and gave a long exhale before rearranging her face and walked in to see her meeting partner. Callie knew that she would be speaking with Tulip Arsenault, but she was stunned to see how young she looked. Arsenault was a well-known name in the Capitol that came with good, but mostly bad connotations. What was agreed upon was the power the name held, and it was that power that Callie had no interest in being a part of. Still, this was not Aleksander Arsenault that sat before her, and Callie was willing to hear the young woman out.
“Good afternoon. I hope I am not too late.” Callie’s eyes moved between the bodyguards positioned around the young entrepreneur. “What is it that I can do for you?” she asked, removing her robe before taking a seat across the table from the young woman. Straight and to the point, Callie wanted to let Tulip know that she would not partake in pleasantries today. This was a business meeting, and there was no room for any frivolities that was the custom of the people of the Capitol.
“Yes, yes, I am aware it is soon.”
“I’ve packed you a bag with a note pad, some pens and—“
“Thank you, Lile, but I will not be needing any of those.”
“But ma’am, this meeting—“
Callienta threw her assistant a look to signify the conversation was over. Callie had little faith that this meeting would bear any fruit and yet, it was one of her responsibilities to go to these meetings, to hear all of these desperate people out—“remember, we are also desperate”—and report back to the group of Gamemakers and the Council. Preposterous that donors and financial backers would have so much weight in the Games, but then, Callie never bothered with the financial aspect over the last 2 Games that she had been a head Gamemaker.
“If you do not hear from me in an hour, call me to rescue me from this meeting. Just…make something up.”
She shrugged her robe over her shoulders and briskly walked out of her office, unable to tolerate her open-mouthed assistant any longer. The driver that had been assigned to her made a gesture to walk over to her, but Callie waved her hand as she did every day. She much preferred to walk through the streets, without concern for her safety, and to observe the bright colors of where she lived. With her bright and heavy robes, she always stood out and blended in at the same time. Callie did feel bad that the driver was essentially hired to stand in the building all day, but at least he is getting paid for it.
The meeting wasn’t even far but dread made time move slower and the roads extend longer. She would have much rather spent the day behind her desk, surrounded by pencils and water colors, painting her vision of what the 88th Games would look like. Instead, she was the errand boy of the day, and she had been elected to put on her most personable face. Callie was not a stranger to doing this—it was, after all, how she built and rose in her career—but it always required energy and focus, and she often found herself tiring of it after a week of having ot put on faces.
Finally, she reached her destination. She looked at the door and gave a long exhale before rearranging her face and walked in to see her meeting partner. Callie knew that she would be speaking with Tulip Arsenault, but she was stunned to see how young she looked. Arsenault was a well-known name in the Capitol that came with good, but mostly bad connotations. What was agreed upon was the power the name held, and it was that power that Callie had no interest in being a part of. Still, this was not Aleksander Arsenault that sat before her, and Callie was willing to hear the young woman out.
“Good afternoon. I hope I am not too late.” Callie’s eyes moved between the bodyguards positioned around the young entrepreneur. “What is it that I can do for you?” she asked, removing her robe before taking a seat across the table from the young woman. Straight and to the point, Callie wanted to let Tulip know that she would not partake in pleasantries today. This was a business meeting, and there was no room for any frivolities that was the custom of the people of the Capitol.
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{ Table credit: foxships }
