Thread: Where We Left Off (ClearSight and Javorcek)

When Clarke's grandfather had first started this business, he had stressed to her father, and then to her, how important it was to keep the employees happy. They're the ones who will make or break you. Unhappy employees quit, steal, and worst of all, leave any customer they come into contact with with a bad taste in their mouth. So Clarke did her best to keep her employees happy excellent pay, great benefits, a fair amount of vacation time, and one party a year at the only resort she owned Mont Blanc. Of course such practices made her seem weak to upper echelon werewolves and her competing CEOS she only made 5 million a year when she could be making 50 million?! What a waste!. But honestly, she'd trade the money and the prestige for the assurance that her food was never spat in and the knowledge that she wasn't hated by thousands of people. Not all of her employees came out of course, some people didn't care for massive gatherings so she filled rooms with close friends and family. This was supposed to be a short vacation for her too after all. Many of her workers would only stay for the weekend, but her friends and family were invited to be here for the entire week if they so chose. She couldn't wait to see Danika and maybe tell her of just who she had seen last week. Clarke had taken Friday off early so that she could relax a little bit before she readied herself to deal with the traumatic clusterfuck that was hosting a massive event at one of her resorts. Deciding that she wanted to spend time with Alessa who knew? in order to 'physically relax'...she had headed over to the set where the other female had been doing an advertisement campaign. Clarke had gotten to the front of the building just in time to see Alessa being harassed by their best friend's abusive ex-husband who was apparently dating one of the other actresses Alessa had been doing the shoot with. On a good day, Richard's very presence made her blood boil and her body shake with poorly restrained anger, on a bad day, she saw red- Ms. Knight. Richard's hulking lummox of a bodyguard drew his collapsible baton, moving to hit Clarke with it and defend his master. Being a seasoned Parekura competitor, Clarke merely gut checked him, grabbed his wrist, yanked it behind his back to loosen his grip on the weapon. As soon as he let go of the baton, Clarke grabbed it, slammed him onto the hood of Richard's rental car, and proceeded to whip his ass while he yowled like a little bitch- Ms. Knight... You won't get away with this! Fucking crazy, rabid bitch. Richard sputtered as Clarke released his guard and began to move away. Clarke barked out a laugh as she suddenly turned and smashed out Richard's back window with the collapsible baton. If he was going to call her a rabid bitch, she'd certainly act like it. So file a police report, Richard! The Alpha said with a grin as she tossed the baton into the newly opened back seat of the car. They both knew that Richard wasn't going to recount this event to anyone, let alone the cops. The last thing any self-respecting male Alpha needed was a story of how a female had spanked the head of his security detail with his own collapsible baton- Hey! Clarke! Huh? Marissa smirked slightly at her boss' blank expression - she obviously hadn't listened to a word the personal assistant had been saying. Usually, it was impossible to tell that Clarke had ADHD. The CEO managed her condition with a profession that allowed for creativity and moving about, a lot of exercise, and a little bit of weed. Unfortunately while they were out here for this event, Clarke's routine of smoking and going to the gym were interrupted, so it was difficult for Marissa to get her boss through the tedious tasks of inspecting the various gathering areas at the resort to make sure everything was arranged to her liking. I was asking if you would like the banquet hall to open to receive guests? About one third of the guests have checked in so far... Oh... Clarke smiled sheepishly, then took a peek at her watch. It was 11am here, nearly lunch time...but some of her guests came from the west coast while others flew in from Europe. Have them put out some of the things from the brunch menu, mimosas, some of the finger foods, etc. Have them hold onto the lunch though. We'll put that out at noon if some our guests are truly hungry they can order some room service. She paused, thought for a moment, then added Has Danika arrived yet? Marissa checked her Surface Pro, scrolling through the list of guests. No, not yet, Ms. Knight. A short pause, as she decided whether or not to answer Clarke's unsaid question or just play dumb, However, Ms. Katos just checked in about a half hour ago. Clarke nodded and tried not to look too eager as she suggested, Well then, let's make an announcement to our guests that the banquet hall is open and then head down to greet them.