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

'Not a moment's peace...' Felicity did not even have the chance to shut the door or say she was too busy, with the man's voice carrying across the entire office and probably two floors down too. David Meyers was one of the many men who looked at her with clear contempt his just so happened to also veil what Felicity liked to imagine as something akin to a burning passion - whether it was a desire for her or to see her toppled from her throne, she only saw that as an opportunity. She did not know who David had been, barely exchanging a few words with the lighter-haired male before her promotion, only that he was a long time employee of Vortex. She had only really done her research after Delton had mentioned him as one with 'potential', though Felicity had seen to it that the list would never come to light. She pointedly ignored the frustrated male as she maneuvered her way around her desk to drop her purse back onto the ground gently. It was lunch time, not annoy your superior time. Yet David was one of the few employees who seemed to never take no for an answer. Fortunately, Felicity was the same way. The brunette picked up her frame-less, square-shaped glasses and pushed them up her nose before making a great show of shuffling about the papers on her varnished desk. She knew that David was like to get impatient with her and as most people seemed to get when they were impatient, he may be more inclined to shout. Normally she would do all she could to refrain from making a scene but if the man raised his voice against her in the ears of witnesses, they could not claim she had been unjust towards him later. After dawdling for no less than five minutes, Felicity finally stopped straightening the around neat stack of letters with names and numbers jotted down. Why don't you take a seat? She peered at the man, her eyes betraying nothing of importance, the only expression visible was the slight crease of her brow as she frowned. Holograph Industries have always been fickle. They do whatever possible to tighten their belts about their waists and even if we give in to their demands, it is not a sure thing that they will come to us again in the future. She drummed her fingers against the desk, her manicured nails clicking as her frown increased in severity. Holograph Industries was still an important business partner and it did not surprise her to know that they had turned to their rivals. On the other side of the coin was Immerse, the dark side , as David had stated so poignantly, a company born from a partnership gone sour between the brains behind Vortex. Immerse enjoyed a great growth in popularity during its conception, with businesses quickly floating back in forth, and with Vortex no longer holding a monopoly on advertising, the competition was fierce between them. Some employees even saw loss of business as a personal attack against them, so loyal as they were to Vortex. Besides, the people up at account services have yet to get back to me on that matter. You know I have no real control over where our finances go, Myers . Despite her shorter stature, Felicity was very much looking down at David in her mind's eye. Our department isn't exactly the highest on their agenda right now. In case you weren't aware, Immerse had acquired a new production manager just last year. Buvelle, he goes by. Some French immigrant, no doubt. Felicity was nonchalant, though her hands had begun to straighten out the sheaf of tax returns and logo prototypes. He's been the one boosting their business so accounting has decided to pour the extra into finding one for ourselves. She was never really the kind of woman to talk to her underlings with much professionalism, somewhat prone to gossip even if she didn't know she was doing it. It was further evidence of just how young she was, despite her above average intelligence. With that said, she waved her hand at David then to the door, a silent gesture that meant the conversation was over.