Thread: Mortar and Pestle (Decadence & Rawr Kitten)

Crisp white lab coat which appeared to be not only pressed, but damn well starched, clung to a shapely form. Carol Tanaka sat in her new desk which smelled lightly of pine and lemon and had everything set upon in exactness. It was almost as though it had been placed both for efficiency and aesthetics. Her hair was fine, black and hung in a bob that accented her high cheek bones. Deep brown eyes were inset widely, and her fine features perfectly balanced with the pertness of her nose. Her skin was a creamy white pale most probably from a lack of direct sunlight, but certainly not pasty. Her calf was crossed delicately over her shin, and she was deep in thought. A pen, not often used, but a constant with her, sat against her lips, slightly rouged with natural colour. She was the picture of command she was used to be listened to, respected and obeyed. Her word? Was law. She kept everything humming, and with her 3 years of management, she not only talked the talk, she walked it as well. Looking up, she took note of the lapel of her assistant, eyes narrowing and spotting that piece of lint blatantly clinging to it. One snap of her fingers brought Lena forward and dextrous fingers removed the offending object before waving her back. Did they tell you WHY this Darren she took a glance at the file folder once more, old school in her book was a good way to reference some things Sawa was transferred HERE? Personal information was on display. Recommendations. Reprimands. He was capable, but had an attitude problem. Or so it said. She wondered why the man was basically coming there to HER lab. What had the superiors got in mind? Lena shook her head briefly, waiting patiently for Carol to speak. She had learned that doing so out of turn could be difficult. All Carol knew was that she had not fast-tracked through school, and dedicated her life to rising through the ranks in order to kowtow to a MAN. And one that had an eye on her job, to be sure. Tea, Lena, she said and nodded. Lena knew what Carol wanted, and how she wanted it. It was a relief, to be sure. Knowing her place and actually thriving within it. It was truly a comfort to her that she could be spare of language and all intent. Soothing She would meet him this morning before he began, and used the small mirror in her desk to check that she had nothing out of place. After all, it would be a poor first impression if she did not put her best foot forward while she expected each person working for her to do so. Closing her eyes, she steepled her fingers and breathed in deeply. Inhaling the good energy in. Exhaling the bad energy out. Chest rising and falling within her deep pink silken blouse. She wore a black, pinstriped linen suit, tailored jacket clinging and accenting her smaller waist and larger breasts, meeting the pencil skirt with a fabric kiss. The thin pattern was lightly discerned beneath her labcoat, following each curve of her with almost vigilant dedication. Her shoes were the same black, lower pumps functional yet still flattering to her figure and the entire ensemble. What she meditated on was her capability, her unwavering strength and her desire to maintain control. Without the concern of gender. Without the classic role expectation, because she would not, did not, fit into that category. To show that complete flouting of the stereotype, she was considering options But now was not the time to consider. Now was the time to meet the new guy. Opening her eyes, she glanced at her wrist watch, verifying the time on her desk top as well. Lena came to the door at precisely 900 AM and Carol nodded. Give me 8 minutes. And then send him in. Enough to let him wait and understand what it was going to be like in this office, how important he may be to the entire team, and most importantly, who was in charge. Sipping her tea, she listened to soothing music and let the time march on. Finally, just before Lena got him, Carol spread his file across her desk in neat disarray, and she opened her desk top, responding to an email. As she saw him approach, she stood. Although 57, her heels made her 510 and she looked across her desk, directly into his eyes. Carol Tanaka, she said easily and extended a hand. Welcome to my lab.