Thread: Trouble in the Vortex (Mr Quixotic and darjeeling)

It took much of Felicity's willpower and an impressive display of restraint, which without it she would have most certainly snapped the thin stem of her champagne glass in half. David was beyond just overstepping boundaries. He had taken a flying leap, feet first, ready to grind her into the dirt with the cheers of his friends right behind him. But she would not allow herself to be taken in so easily by his provocative statements, and she was silently grateful for the dim lighting hiding away her tell-tale irritation of skin stretched taut over bone-white knuckles. You seem to be under the impression that I care about what you think. Though her voice held traces of some of her previous cordiality, there was also a cool apathetic weave interwoven into the syllables that her employees knew her so well for. Felicity set her drink down as the buzz slowly faded into a throbbing drone which consisted of droll background noise and the light gasps that sounded about the corners of the table. For all intents and purposes, she ignored the other men, dropping her faux interest as fast as one might drop a dirty serviette. Felicity had no delusions about making friends with these people - clearly David had won them over and it would take more than just charismatic smiles and polite conversation to sway them. Their surprise was of no concern to her, though her stomach roiled in a potent mixture of insult and alcohol. At David's accusation, she offered a look of offense which displayed plainly how she felt though for completely different reasons. Why would I mention that which is clearly a lie? I've always been loyal to Vortex. It wasn't David Felicity was trying to convince, but the rest of them. Even if there was no love lost between her and any of the men at this table, she still held her position of superiority and judging by their looks of bafflement, there was a chance that they would still back out on whatever Myers was planning. Felicity very much doubted that he would call his merry gang over just to leer and jeer. I suppose it's to be expected. I understand that you would question Delton's decision, and I was just as surprised as the rest of you. She glanced around. But such comments are unnecessary. There was a pause as the men shared a look David reassuring the other in silence and the other's tense shoulders becoming a little less tense. Felicity did not turn her gaze to Eric, whom she was certain was the ignition to what was about to be an explosion she was eager to defuse. The speed in which the other male, Marth or Mark or whatever, had been calmed by their ring-leader should have been some cause for concern but as it was, the alcohol made her both a little less wary and a little more paranoid at the same time. Felicity barely registered the smell of food as the plates were set down in front of them. She didn't recall ordering anything, but a set menu would have made sense. As I've said already, I worked for Immerse for a brief time before being employed at Vortex. There was no sense in denying that at least. She knew that if an employee got an interview, their resume would remain firmly in the database. Felicity had even searched up some of her own just to double check if they were actually qualified for their jobs. She didn't know what David was driving at - she had already admitted to working for Immerse, but he seemed to be hellbent on having her admit the fact over and over. However, at the mention of Delton, she could not help but bristle slightly. I have nothing to hide. I told Delton that surely there must be others who are as well suited to the position as I and yet, his decision remained firm. As such, I will not apologize for what is essentially Delton's last request.