Thread: Cold Heat (Kaybee x Sugo)

Damien Black a fairly young intern at Klei and Fairclough, a fairly large investment company for such a small city that they resided in wasn't too much of a huge fan of the work parties that seemed all too common for his liking, however it would be rude and not right for him to not turn up to them, he had to show his face, especial if he ever wanted to get out of his internship and onto.. bigger and better things. At parties like this he mostly spent his time around those of his team, his small group on the third floor, there was only about 8 of them up there so it was fairly easy to sit down at a table and have a conversation about other plans they might have, what they're to do after this party and what they had in mind for the week to come. However after Damien had gotten up to get a refill on his drink, nothing too special, simply water he wasn't a fan of consuming alcohol at a work party, one wasn't quite them self when under the influence of it and it would be unfortunate if drunk Damien was to do something stupid that would certainly put a damper on his progress in the company. It was then that he heard his name.. His name was called by an unfamiliar voice, but one that just rung out of authority, importance, the voice you couldn't help but feel yourself turned to look at even if it wasn't you it was addressing, however this was Damien that was being addressed. He turned to the direction of the voice and a minor flush appeared on his cheeks as he stood up a little bit straighter, subconsciously running his hands over his suit to straighten out and creases there may be while holding his head up high as she approached, as she approached Damien made sure to keep watch with a gentle courteous smile on his face as his eyes flicked over her absorbing what he was looking at. The simple hair cupped up in a ponytail allowing for straggles to fall on her face without care, the one bare leg sticking out from the long black dress, her skin there as pale as the skin on her face, she wore such a simple dress but something about her just made it look so.. not simple. The woman, the one who'd called his name was none other than Joanna Klei, as in, Klei from Klei and Fairclough, his heart sank in nervousness in his chest as she approached him, despite himself towering over her by at least half a foot he felt like he was small in her presence, her influence, her status, her importance, these where just a few things that she had in buckets that Damien didn't have, she then posed a question, standing so close, so close that she could reach out a hand and take his into hers without even a significant stretch of her arm and Damien struggled to find his voice. After a few brief moments for the nervousness to die down he started to speak, calmly and in a gentle tone he didn't show any of the terrified nervousness he had of talking to his bosses, bosses bosses boss at one of these little work parties, but it was there, it was 100 present throughout all that he said. Yeah.. he said softly at first looking around as if he was taking everything that was in around him They're interesting, I don't really know too many people here though so.. I.. I just keep to myself and my team mainly. he said in a soft and confident manner, trying to make himself seem fairly casual but in a formal manner, he wanted to be respectful and professional but he didn't want to seem a stiff, and he felt like he'd done it in a fairly satisfying way, he sipped a little bit from the glass of water that he carried before letting his hand bring it back down to a casual hold at around his upper chest. Are you, enjoying the party Ms. Klei? he asked softly trying to keep the natural flow of conversation going without making it too obvious that he was nervous, he was a bit terrible at it, not only was she so important but she also had a certain level of beauty that he was, in a way interested in. He was just so impressed by her, she appeared no older than late 20's and yet she had her name in this companies name, and not only in it, before the co-owner Richard Fairclough, an older much more expected to be a successful business man if you where to bump into him on the street, no offense meant by his thoughts to Ms. Klei but if he were to bump into her in the street she would give him more of a Personal Assistant vibe than that of a significantly important Co-Owner of a large company, that was for sure.