Thread: Business as Usual {Niksis x Ms Catailia}

It would have been clear as rain that Troy really didn't know how many people were working for him. If asked, he would have guessed a hundred? Maybe two? With such numbers five percent would have been small change. Of course, in the Halberd building alone, somewhere closer to two thousand called that place their work. Twenty stories up, five down. They did everything in that one building. From RnD work, production to marketing and training. While a whole story was dedicated to leisure and relaxation. Though month start and month end, that place saw very little use due to how busy everyone was. So of course, the five percent would be a crazy bonus and most likely throw the company closer to the bottom line than it had ever been. But then again, it was exactly for times like these, that Troy had hired Sophie. To keep him in line and tell him how stupid his ideas was. As such, he nodded in agreement with her, she knew best after all, Alright Sophie, whatever you think is best. he said when the doors to their elevator closed. He understood what she meant. He could see it when he showed up on the science floor, they had been eager. Much like a kid wanting to please their father. Of course, he had attributed it to himself. I mean, who wouldn't wish to please him when he entered the room? Troy thought to himself, mentally stroking his huge ego. It was one of the things he was good at. That and lying. He was really good at that too. Well, what do you suggest then? I go around talking to everybody? That's not going to happen. Troy said sternly, he didn't mind spending fifteen minutes with a bunch of nerds, but walking around greeting everyone, that was not him. The women, sure, he could be convinced for that, but everyone ? Nah, that was not going to happen. The trip back up again was long and slow, though it did give Troy a chance to check out his assistant. Even if she had rejected any and all attempts to invite her out, he could not deny that she was beautiful, sexy even. The way she dressed, the way she walked and the way she carried herself. It amused him slightly, he was very verbal about how sexy he was, or at least, how sexy he thought he was. The only difference between the two, in his mind, was that she was far more subtle about her sexiness than he was, though in the end, they were very much alike on that part. It wasn't perhaps entirely true, but the thought did cause a small smirk to form on his lips. Once they reached the twentieth floor again, Troy stepped out of the elevator and then into his large office. Where he moved to sit back down in the large designer chair he had custom ordered for him when he took over. It had cost him a small fortune, well, it had cost the company a small fortune, but the prize was well worth it. This 'work' thing is much harder than I thought. I need a drink. Troy said, though mostly to himself, he really, genuinely wanted to be more around work, but it was near impossible to change a habit overnight, however he was conflicted. He really didn't want to do it, but at the same time, he wanted to prove to himself and the brunette that he could do it. Another challenge, this one aimed at himself. Placing both legs on the large mahogany table, Troy learned back So, what's next on the agenda? he called out to Sophie, curious what she had in mind and silently hoping her answer would be something along the lines of 'Go home' .