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Post by soren on Jun 15, 2012 0:32:49 GMT -5
Soren made his way through his mother's Eishoff based jeweler, ducking the man at the front with a grin and a shout over his shoulder for Norge to entertain him. He rode up the elevator, humming and twitching as well as glancing over his shoulder through the glass. He made eye contact with his grumpy bot and waved cheerily.
Slipping out of the elevator, Soren knocked twice on his mother's office door and tossed it open. "Mar! I've be-" He blinked at the sight of one of her associates waiting on his own.
"Let me guess." Soren went over, plopping into the chair behind the desk. "Mrs. Anderson invited you here to talk business, talked for ten minutes, then excused herself to go see to a pressing matter that involved her bodygaurd?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jun 15, 2012 1:07:02 GMT -5
"Something along those lines, oui. But I can't blame her. That bodyguard..." He left his sentence hanging but grin lewdly, he then laughed and then got up off his chair. He was sporting a white Armani suit, Mrs. Anderson was fond of it and Francis always liked to please his partners. Except for Kirkland. But that was a special case.
"I was about to leave actually, I only stayed to be polite. But I think, I'll get that coffee I skipped this morning..."
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Post by soren on Jun 15, 2012 1:10:06 GMT -5
Soren tilted his head a bit and eyed the other man. "You're . . . Francis. You do fashion?" He sat up and pressed the button on his mother's laptop. "That's right. You're here for accessories. Talk to me. I don't have any sex to be distracted by." He gave the man a lopsided grin, bringing up all of the documents his mother had on Francis.
"How can Riis Diamonds be of assistance?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Jun 19, 2012 21:26:14 GMT -5
"Ah, nothing urgent, but I would like to see your next catalogue, the ones that haven't been released yet? I was hoping to pick and choose, I remember my mother doing this a couple years ago, it was good for both of our companies at the time, and I thought it may be nice to do so again."
Francis spoke smoothly, he even managed to mention his mother without flinching. He always believed that woman didn't pass on and was instead breathing down his neck, making certain that he didn't ruin her company. (Probably because at this point Francis felt that it was his company now and she wouldn't be able to pry it out of his dead hands.)
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Post by soren on Jun 26, 2012 15:46:35 GMT -5
Soren grinned at the man and shifted up out of his seat. "No problem." He leaned over one of the cabinets, digging through the papers. "It hasn't been properly bound yet, so most of our stuff isn't actually for sale to anyone without an in to the company." He explained amongst the glossy photos and velvet bags of jewels. "Let me see . . . Ah ha!" He tugged out the unbound rough cut of the Riis Jewels catalog and set it down in front of Francis. "As per privacy though, I'm gonna have to ask that this doesn't leave my sight, alright?"
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