Thread: Business Matters (Ava & HoldtheDoor)

Robert de Beaumonts and George Buckholtz were friends since high school, all the way through college. In their rowdy years they came together with the idea for a business. Both made massive success in unifying their brilliant minds. Refining trash and turning them into more eco friendly materials. More cost effective and they sell their supplies to big named business' such as McDonalds, Johnsons Johnson, and even Nike. Substituting plastics with their more affordable, biodegradable, and durable products and such. The company went well beyond that with a hand in various pockets until both men were mysteriously murdered. Both families devastated and came together as one for the last time at the funeral. Gabriella Eloise de Beaumont was the third generation of her family. The young girl's father having died when she was but a toddler, in a car accident. Abigail Beaumont, daughter of Robert Beaumont was fascinated with the family business and was more than ready to take over, but it was a massive surprise when the Buckholtz rejected the idea of her being the co-owner and the second chief executive officer. That was where it all went downhill from there. The company was broken down between the two feuding families and the two sky scrapers in the bustling city. Process Global Inc, was no more. A distrust was formed between the families as they fought for their former client while trying to outdo one another with innovative ideas. Gabriella now trained under her mother, Abigail Beaumont. The signature long ebony locks, passed down from her mother, and the emerald eyes of her father marked this woman as a Beaumont. Pencil skirts and button up shirts made up most of her wardrobe. Business suits every now and then and various heels. Often she would be seen with her thick black Chanel glasses. Other days she would be wearing her contact lenses. Sun kissed skin could be seen on her lengthy legs and her lithe arms. Of course many eyes did not miss out on her proportional and modest C cup breasts. A few buttons were undone at the end of the busy day. Okay, if those damn Buckholts steal that Trifexis account from us, so help me mom. Both women walked through the large and lavished lobby of the Globex Corporation. Their heels clicking upon the marble floor. Gabriella looking exactly like her mother when she was twenty-five, with the exception of the eyes. While Misses Beaumont wore her hair up in a long ponytail, Gabriella allowed her ebony locks to cascade about her shoulders and down her back. Through the front glass rotating door they walked and onto the side walk of the bustling street where a limo waited for her mother. You heading home? Misses Beaumont asked placing a well manicured hand upon her daughter's shoulder. Gabby just shook her head. No, it's Friday. It's been a crazy week and I have the entire weekend ahead of me. I'm going to hit up the Buddha Bar and catch a cab. Gabby pressed her soft ruby red lips to her mother's cheek. I'll call you, mom. She said as she walked the sidewalk, blending with the other pedestrians. Turning the corner and arriving at a rather expensive bar that attracted people with deep pockets. Only once in a blue moon did she come to this bar. Occasionally she would get hit on, but Gabby thought her life far too busy for a relationship. Upon entering the bar, she was rather happy to see that it wasn't packed. The woman taking a seat at the bar. A dry martini, please. She asked sweetly as she plucked out her phone and began checking her email. The top three buttons of her quarter sleeved crisp white shirt allowed access to the valley of her cleavage. Her black pencil skirt riding up just over her knees when she sat down. She was no virgin and while Gabriella was no whore she did indulge herself with a man once in a while. However she wasn't easy to get to. Now Gabriella had never personally met a Buckholtz face to face and names were all too common, it would come as no surprise that she did no know what her current rival looked like, especially since she didn't care. She only knew that the grandson was around the same age as her and was making her work for any contract that happened by. As an only child she did her best at everything, but she needed to relax and that is what she was going to do this weekend. Black stilettos were more than happy to take a break from walking as she sipped on her top shelf martini, paying no mind to anyone around her.