Abigail wrung her fingers together, she was nervous. It had taken several weeks to get to this point. To the final decision between herself and another P.A. who had a damned good resume. She’d seen it. Had looked it up through her connections with the police department and their detectives. She was familiar with the work of weapons exports/imports, she ranked top 20 in the Nations’ IDPA competitions, and had a varied background revolving around the mechanics of weapons and sales. She had already been back-grounded by ATF, and even had her fingerprints on file with several counties within where she worked. She had fulfilled the order of firearms for several Sheriff’s offices and Police departments, she was well versed in local economics revolving around the sales of the products. She held a Class 7 Manufacturers’ license, which gave her an edge over her competition, allowing her to assemble weapons herself, undercutting prices. She was an Ace. This was her chance to prove it. She hoped to smoke out her competition. She knew her interviews had gone well. Her charm and knowledge always won over her interviewers. But this was the big one. Mark Richards himself.<br/><br/>“Abigail Masters…” the secretary, Linda by her name plate, motioned for her, “Mr. Richards will see you now.” Linda stood and moved to hold open the door for her. She nodded her thanks to the woman, ducking her head just a bit to show respect before walking into the office. Mark shook her hand and showed her to the seat and she sat down gently, crossing her legs at her calves. She wore a white satin blouse, and pencil skirt, with nude colored heels. It was as professional attire as she had. Everything else was jeans and blouses, a few skirts depending on the weather. She had used what she’d saved up for name brand wear especially for this interview. She knew that if she’d worn less, she would possibly be seen as cheap or not well versed in the refined world of the upper class. A place she’d been working hard to get to. Mark Richards was a means to an end here. And she needed it. Her plan was to aid him for the next several years before using what friendships she planned on building to open the door to the world of mass weapons sales for herself.<br/><br/>Abigail nodded at Mark as he explained the situation, and sat back. Abby took that as her cue. She leaned forward, and despite being shown her seat, stood. “I hope you don’t mind, I am better on my feet.” She apologized, not meaning disrespect, she was a woman of action after all.<br/><br/>“Mr. Richards, I thank you for the time and effort put into all of this. I know it has been a long drawn out process on your end as well. This is a position that would reflect on you as much as the company. Do not think I, for one second, take it lightly,” she licked her lips and continued on, hands in motion as she spoke. “I have a varied history, as you well know. My experiences with the local First Responders speaks volumes in my ability to work with military grade weapons as well as civilian fare. I take great pride in the deals I have orchestrated this past year, going so far as to drive physically to several states to ensure a smooth process. I go the extra mile, and I do my job well.” She was pacing a little now, heels clicking rhythmically on the floor.<br/><br/>“I understand that travel will be necessary, and I have planned for that. Any invitation given to me would be appreciated. I do want you to understand that this is a world I wish to step into in the future, and forgive me, but I will have as much vested in the meetings and deals we would potentially do, as you would.” She stood in front of him, a respectable distance away, “I already have my passport ready, as instructed, and my affairs are in order for any prolonged visits. I admit, Skiing would be a new experience for me, so I apologize for my lack of knowledge there, I have been working these major moves for a while now, and it has been all work for me. I take this matter seriously. As far as hobbies, my job is my hobby. I enjoy what I do, I may not be a shark, yet, but I've got a few teeth and I've shot my competition out of the water several times. Do you remember the M&P9 bid?" she smiled, rouged lips full, "I closed that bid, made 200% over my market price, which if you've done your homework, is at 57% lower than the National average market price. I assemble my weapons, Mr. Richards, it has allowed me to keep my prices low while maintaining quality control," she had the cuts to prove it.<br/><br/>"I am capable, and I am ready and willing. The decision is yours Mr. Richards, choose wisely.”<br/><br/>One thing can be said for the red headed female, she was upfront, and spent no time beating around the bushes, and occasionally, could be brutally blunt. She knew her product, and she knew her market, she was just looking to expand her knowledge to outside the States, gain some alliances, and eventually fly from the nest on her own. It was something she had been dreaming of for many years now.<br/><br/>She produced a simple cream colored business card from her folder, made from customized stock with gold lettering on the front. It had her name in elegant script, her number, and her email. Simple and exquisite. Another thing she'd splurged on besides her interviewing attire. If she got the job, she'd have to adjust her clothing for daily business wear, but that was a hurdle for a different time. And it all depended on the man in front of her. Eyeing her. He seemed to calculate and take in all she'd said. 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