<div class="floatleft">(https://pmcdeadline2.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/rachelweisz1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Erica Everett (Richards)<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Guest, Stockholder<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>January 5th, 2011 | Late Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Pierre, Penthouse.  NYC<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Not sure yet, working out her options! At least one little black dress.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Thomas<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>alright a lot of flirting<hr/><br/>"Oh gods no, definitely not 'Ma'm'.  Erica please.  And there's water in the fridge there if you feel you have to."  She gestured vaguely toward the small bar fridge before filling up her own wine glass again.  Ahh well, she'd tried.  The more formal he tried to keep things the more amused she became.  What was next?  The power point presentation?  Did he have a laser pointer in that brief case of his?  She had to take a long swallow of her drink to cover her grin.<br/><br/>The long stemmed glass held loosely in one hand she crossed over to the full length mirror along the far wall, turning and trying to see different angles of the dress while the poor man continued his sales pitch.  Too long?  Black was harsh enough, she didn't want to look all respectable and funeral-esque tonight.  And the sleeves?  No definitely not.  This one would never do.  She caught Thomas's eye in the mirror and nodded to him.  "Do keep going.  Knowing James I'd feared it would be some kind of 'Spring Break Party Barge' angle, but I'm willing to put aside preconceived notions if you are.  Twenties to mid-thirties, in dire need of some tie loosening?  You strike me as the perfect person to make this pitch.  What in particular appeals to this demographic? And would you mind?.." the rounded edge of one manicured nail tapped against the edge of her zipper, "it seems to be stuck and I don't feel like wrestling it down myself."<br/><br/>She waited patiently, going back to studying her reflection critically in the mirror.  It could be that she was pushing him a bit too far with this request.  He was after all here to do his job, a job that he clearly took very seriously, but she couldn't help herself.  If ever a man needed to be a bit rumpled and pushed off balance it was this one!