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Dec 9, 2007 8:09:47 GMT -5
Post by romeo on Dec 9, 2007 8:09:47 GMT -5
The halls are decked with holly and other warm, cozy Christmas-y stuff as they lead in to a door marked "Amanda Wallace, CEO". A certain long-haired man walks up to the light-brown wooden door and vigorously knocks on it.
"Open up, Ms. Wallace!"
"I know you're in there, I can hear you caring!"
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Pilot
Dec 9, 2007 10:34:50 GMT -5
Post by Amanda Wallace on Dec 9, 2007 10:34:50 GMT -5
Jesus Christ... NOW they start piling in...
Thoughts of taking a vacation and redirecting all traffic flow to Candice's office comes to mind... but.... nah.... Candice wouldn't be happy about that one...
"Come on in..."
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Pilot
Dec 9, 2007 20:39:33 GMT -5
Post by romeo on Dec 9, 2007 20:39:33 GMT -5
The man they call McCoy opens the door to Amanda Wallace's office, and finds her in her obviously-expensive business suit, sitting cross-legged on her obviously-comfy leather chair.
"So... name's Romeo McCoy. I'm sure you got my message earlier."
Ms. Wallace simply nods at that statement.
"Judging by the way you hold your chin in your hand and your semi-blank stare, you obviously don't want to see me. Don't worry, I get that a lot, especially from hookers before I give them their Gs. Because you're holding your cellphone rather tentatively in your other hand, I'm assuming you're just about ready to call up Candice Angel and tell her that she can have me."
"In fact, it doesn't really matter to which God-awesome looking professional woman I go to, because I don't really know how to do this. Do I dance in front of you in the hopes that my gyrations seduce you enough, or do I charm you with my wonderful way with words? Which is it, really, because the instructions weren't posted on the bulletin board in the cafeteria."
"Aaaand judging by the slight twitch in your lip, you're already becoming interested because I broke the ice with my verbal ice pick."
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Dec 9, 2007 20:44:11 GMT -5
Post by Amanda Wallace on Dec 9, 2007 20:44:11 GMT -5
"I'll take the latter... let's see what you've got..."
She folds her arms on her desk, leaning forward to see what he has to say...
sorry about shitty post, in a rush atm...
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Pilot
Dec 9, 2007 22:45:52 GMT -5
Post by romeo on Dec 9, 2007 22:45:52 GMT -5
"Now the only reason people are clambering up to your office and visiting you is because they want a contract, they want to get paid, and they want to wrestle. Same thing here. I fall under columns a, b, and c. Now what do I do to have all my boyhood dreams fulfilled? Do I need to take you to bed or anything? What?"
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Pilot
Dec 9, 2007 23:53:48 GMT -5
Post by Amanda Wallace on Dec 9, 2007 23:53:48 GMT -5
"As much as you'd probably love that idea... it's not necessary. Sign the registration forms, and you'll have your own contract and suite here in GCW. Travel arrangements, and all of that. Anything else to do, you'll find out in time, including what show you'll be on..."
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Pilot
Dec 10, 2007 0:01:31 GMT -5
Post by romeo on Dec 10, 2007 0:01:31 GMT -5
At that, Romeo McCoy's face takes on one of both relief and curiosity.
"Hmm. Didn't expect it to be this easy."
"Well then! I'll see you in January, Ms. Wallace, and that offer still stands, if you catch my drift."
McCoy turns around and leaves the office, without any further words.
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Pilot
Dec 10, 2007 0:03:30 GMT -5
Post by Amanda Wallace on Dec 10, 2007 0:03:30 GMT -5
"... Offer still stands?
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Raises are earned in the ring...
I'll have to keep an eye on him though..."
She pulls out the title design sheets again, starting to look through them...
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