Re: Surprises -- Obsessive Endeavors from The Chair

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Date Posted: 21:23:48 06/02/02 Sun
Author: SirensSong
Subject: Re: Surprises
In reply to: SirensSong 's message, "Surprises" on 21:21:03 06/02/02 Sun

You walk into Vorschlag Industries. It's unknown to you why you're there. All you know for certain is that you were summoned by Kenneth Irons himself. Well, not himself himself, but by a tall man dressed all in black, with his dark hair loose around his face. Who must work for Kenneth Irons, you surmise, since he DID say that Kenneth Irons had requested to see you. So you followed the dark stranger. And ended up here.

You look around. It's a very high tech building, with a very... removed feel to it. You glance at your companion, who doesn't look back. You shiver. He's not exactly exuding friendliness. He leads you through many twists and turns, and up an uncountable number of floors. As you walk, you try desperately to come up with a reason WHY Kenneth Irons wants to see you. The two of you don't exactly run in the same circles.

While you're off on a tangent, you have reached your apparent destination. The door slides open silently, and your escort leads you inside. You take a deep breath, trying to quell the flock of butterflies that have taken up residence in your stomach. As the door slides shut behind you, you stop. Your guide, somehow sensing your lack of movement, stops as well, and turns to face you. He looks at you, until you start moving.

As you fully enter the room, you glance around. It must be his office, you think to yourself. Straight ahead of you is a desk. A white-blonde haired man is seated behind it, his back to you. Your escort stops a few feet ahead of you, and stands, feet apart, head down.

"Leave us, Ian," says a smooth British voice. Your escort-Ian- nods once, and takes his leave of you. Leaving you alone in Kenneth Irons office. You stand there, waiting. His chair swivels around, and you're face to face with the billionaire. He is leaning back in his chair, and studying you thoughtfully. You meet his gaze steadily. Irons gets to his feet, and comes around the desk. He is smiling. Or maybe it's more of a smirk...

"I'm so glad you could make it." He greets you.

"I didn't think I had much choice," you reply. He laughs.

"Well-you didn't." It's said so matter-of-factly that you almost grin. Irons leans against his desk, still watching you.

"Do you mind telling me why I was summoned?" you ask. You try to act nonchalant, but have a feeling you're failing miserably. He folds his arms.

"Of course. You are here because I would like to commission you for a few pieces of artwork."

Your reaction is one of surprise. You can't help it. You didn't think he knew your paintings. His smile -smirk- grows.

"Oh, you'll be well paid, of course."

"It wasn't that..." You tilt your head, studying him. He caught you off guard with that request. Irons moves away from his desk, and approaches you. He stops when he is directly in front of you, forcing you to look up at him.

"You didn't expect that I would know your work."

"Something like that."

"Yes. Something like that." There is the barest hint of amusement in his voice.

Irons slowly walks around you, until he is standing directly behind you. You can smell his cologne. And it's a bit unnerving. He's got you off balance, and somewhere in the back of your mind you wonder if it's on purpose.

"We will, of course, have to discuss the subject of your paintings."

"Of course," you retort. Leaning down, he brings his lips close to your ear.

"Care to do so over dinner?"

That's the LAST thing you expected. It takes all your will power not to react drastically. You manage to hold your reaction to just your eyebrows. But you figure they must be somewhere near your hairline.

"All right," you answer. After you find your voice again.

"Good." Irons sounds pleased. You sense him straighten up, and he completes his circle around you. "Eight o'clock?"

"That's...fine." He turns away from you, and returns to his desk.

"Ian will show you the way out."

"No thanks. I can find my way."

"If you insist."

"I do."

"Very well." He turns back to you. "Until tonight."

"Tonight, then."

You walk out of his office, still wondering how exactly that came about. And hoping you don't get lost in Vorschlag Industries. That would be embarrassing...

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Surprises part 2 -- SirensSong, 21:26:24 06/02/02 Sun