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She was nervous, but she hid it well. Or at least, he could tell that there was some unease that he felt. Marcel was used to that, especially from humans. But he suspected she was far from the average mortal. He could spot a wolf from across the room, especially considering how many came through his club, mingling amongst each other was common in the city, but Marcel was quite aware of the centuries long feud between species. No one could rightly say if there would ever come a time that werewolf and vampire be able to completely co mingle with each other. In reality, he didn't really care that she was a werewolf. His eyes were trained on her breasts, rather than the lewd thought of whether she kept herself clean shaven or untamed when in human form. He smirked, curling his tongue against the inside of his cheek. He knew that he was being far from professional and that was the leading reason as to why he was repeatedly meant to find a replacement one after the other.<br/>
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His thumb brushed over the back of her knuckles before he released it. He had taken her file back and looked through it, though it was pretty scarce. In Actuality there was nothing really to suggest that she had any qualifications for the job. But it wasn't the hardest position he had in his company. Answering a few phone calls, taking some messages, running, and getting him coffee . . . those were the smaller duties. His assistant tended to larger things he was likely able to miss, scheduled appointments with investors, and personal . . . though on more occasions than one a house call was necessary. Running his business and now the club, he was expected to become very busy in the next coming weeks. They had a soft opening and of course it was doing well, with no incidents Marcel intended to have a grand opening in just under two months.<br/>
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He closed her file and slapped it onto the desk, rounding around the corners until he found his seat. Marcel pulled out his chair and leaned back comfortably, his hands crossed and folded now behind his head. He watched as she awkwardly made her way back to sitting, catching only the smooth outline of her firm behind from the side. In his mind, he'd already given her the job, but making it look too easy didn't seem fair to her or the applicants. After all, the dress she wore was quite expensive – Marcel had purchased lots of pieces of clothing for his past lovers. It seemed she had put some effort into it and if Margaret was truthful, she was desperate, and he couldn't resist the urge to see <i>how </i>and <i>if </i> she would resort to begging.<br/>
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"So, tell me a little about yourself? You local . . .new? What drew you into the position? You seem fairly young . . . are you going to school for advertising at all?" He was actually interested. Marcel put a lot of loyalty into the people he kept around, even if they weren't meant to stay in his life permanently. Understanding <i>who</i> Valeria was would help him understand how exactly to lead her, to teach her the ways to assure that Marcel was always happy. "I need someone who is very dedicated and not just in the office. I'm a busy <i>man</i> as I'm sure you can understand. Keeping both my personal and professional life in order can take a lot. I'm demanding, strict . . .but I reward my employees very well. And I respect privacy. By all means, as less than civil it is to say so, I'd want to own every bit of your attention. And of that I do pay well, very well of course."<br/>
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He spoke like she had the jo already. An though he still had others to interview, off looks alone he found ti hard to believe she had much competition. <br/>
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