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

No. I said to have them contact me directly . The voice of a woman still in her youth drifted through the door of her office, radiating frustration and disappointment though her otherwise cool, impassive tone suggested otherwise. Mr Travers, if I do not see a flashing light on my pager in the next five minutes, I will be most distressed. It was code for do it if you value your job and the poor man named Travers seemed to stutter a reply through the phone before the brunette ended the call with a single press of a button. Felicity Milton was twenty-seven years of age when the position of being the head of the media buying department had all but fallen straight into her little lap. To those who worked under the previous superior who went by the name of Andrew Delton, it certainly seemed that way. Felicity, or Liss as she was more commonly known to the employees of Vortex, had only been employed at her cubicle for two years whilst some had been slaving away over numbers, long corporate names and even more numbers had been there so long they had replaced their cubicle plants too many times to count. When news of her promotion came, it had fallen on outraged but quiet ears. Delton had been relieved of his job and fired, for reasons the employees were not privy to and he had named Felicity as his successor. He had not been present to give the news, which only seemed to make it that much more strange. Yet, life at Vortex continued on and it had been six months since Delton's departure. She and Delton were not close it seemed, and Felicity was hellbent on making sure her employees did exactly as they were told. The women feared her, but it was not the gossip of rumor that made her worry. It was the men who seemed more sullen than their female counterparts about her promotion many had been furious, she had overheard them speaking none-too-loudly about that bitch and how Delton had passed over them. Many retained their positions at Vortex without budging a single inch for years, yet she had managed to jump an entire solar system in rank. The congratulations she had been offered were sour and, while not loathing, it did not lack in bitterness. Still, Liss also seemed to care little for that. She was only interested in maintaining her position at this present moment and perhaps move up the proverbial ladder a little more at a later date. She checked her mail and dealt with yet another client who was determined to remain firmly seated on their original cost. The asses. Felicity had not yet been successful in budging them to lower their rates Vortex was not particularly lacking in finances, but it was her job to get the best deal and to make sure that the company was not paying any more than it needed to for the required quality. Their advertising agency was a local but popular choice for the companies situated around these parts and Vortex found themselves dealing with repeat clientele more often than not, though higher-end companies were fought over by their rivaling company. Felicity would have to deal with them at another time. She exited the office quickly, making certain she had locked the door - it would not do to have her employees snoop around in classified directories - and made her way to the bathroom. It was around lunchtime and many were at the cafeteria, across the road for a sandwich or lingering in their cubicles. Liss spent the next couple of minutes freshening up reapplying her makeup and tidying her rich, dark brown hair, long with side-swept bangs. She wore it now in a high ponytail, the very end of it brushing against the nape of her pale neck. Her lips were painted with a light shade of red, not vibrant enough to pop out but enough to accentuate her comely features. Standing at a modest height of 5'5, or 5'7 in heels, and petite, Liss was far from intimidating and her bright hazel-brown eyes gave her a sweet, almost innocent look. That assumption could not be further from the truth. She left the bathroom, whispers abound and heads turning as she stalked back to her office with her head held high. They were beneath her now and her attention was not on what the employees might hav to say, but on what the clients did.