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

In truth, Felicity was rarely bothered by the staring of others, be it out of admiration rarely, envy commonly, loathing mostly or a combination of them all. Whichever one stood at the forefront in their prying gazes, if there was one thing that could be said of Felicity Milton it was that very little seemed to phase her. Her honeyed eyes gazed over the top of her spectacles as David put on a show that proved to be mildly entertaining for the manager. It was not unlike the man to do so and rather than irritate her, it only served to make her smirk beneath her stone-cold visage. If he thought to play her at her game, he was sorely mistaken. Nevertheless, Felicity allowed the farce to continue knowing that if it came to who would hold out the longest, she would most certainly stand as the victor. The way it was going, David was like to internally combust where he stood. When her thoughtful offer that the man might sit was rejected, Felicity merely shrugged. At least the man was smart enough to realize that he would not be here much longer. When he spoke in return, all she heard were words blaring from a recycled trumpet, their subtle meanings not so subtle to one who had heard it all. As I have said, Mr Myers, I do not have the necessary strings to pull in order to make it reality. Her brown eyes turned sharp as David had brought his hands down loudly against his desk. Not in fear, but in anger that he had almost made her jump in surprise at the sound. She could practically see the gazes burning holes through her door and into her office and if it were possible, the eavesdropping employees would have set it aflame too. Holograph is playing us. She replied curtly. The fact that they have returned for a third time means they still think to drag us down into the mud where Immerse sits to eat their mud pies. Let them have Holograph. Felicity ignored the male's implication again, of no surprise and certainly of no concern. What was one ant in the grand scheme of things? Felicity was unflappable under David's rage. It was palpable and she would not be surprised if her plants withered away and died in that very moment from the amount of heat she could feel radiating off him. His suspicions were not completely unfounded, nor were anyone else's. Felicity had worked briefly at Immerse having followed a close... friend of hers right out of university. Truth be told, though it was not a truth anyone in this company knew save for Delton and it was one of the many secrets she kept well guarded. Heaven knows the Hell that would break loose if anyone came across this information. She did not have the same undying love for Vortex as her subordinates did and she most certainly did not sing its praises so sweetly though Felicity had learned how to fake a tune very well the past few months. But to her delight, Meyers finally remembered his place through the haze of frustration. She had seen it many times though none got quite so far as David did. She watched curiously as he went through some sort of change, a meditative chant perhaps as the heat simmered away. When he straightened, so did she just so she did not seem so much shorter. Her quip was held back, away from wriggling tongue and shadowed frowns. Immerse did not lead and neither did Vortex. That was more than enough for David and his fellows, Felicity thought. They wanted Vortex to be the pioneer of their own ship, not scrabbling for scraps as fish fell through their nets. But Felicity knew that there were bigger fish out there, yet her crew was too blinded to see it. Their pride kept them in the zone they were most comfortable with, where Delton had last left them. Delton may have worked in that fashion, and he may have commanded the respect of you lot, but... Felicity made a show of looking around even as David turned his back on her. Delton is not here. I am . That was all she needed to say as the male exited her office with finality riddled with an air of self serving accomplishment. Felicity had no intention of calling him back feeling exhausted, she moved to close her door, shielding her from the peepers before collapsing into her chair. A finger went to her temple, rotating in a slow massage to ease the sudden throb. She had not seen the last of him but she knew that the next time he showed his face, it would be a lifetime too soon.