<div class="floatleft">(http://0169acf2b41053510793-a17828a56d1fe6987c3860aa718002a9.r21.cf3.rackcdn.com/6873_f2fb64dc-17a0-4222-bbf0-291c8ef070d8.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Thomas Malcolm<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Employee - Junior Copywriter<br/><strong>Date | Time:</strong>January 5th, 2011 | Late Afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Pierre, Penthouse.  NYC<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Blue suit and tie<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erica Everett (Richards)<strong>Mentioned:</strong>N/A<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Growing Interest<hr/><br/>He didn't have to. He was only being polite. Not drinking while someone else was drinking was rude, and rudeness was one thing that had been drilled out of Thomas from the time that he was, as his mother might put it, knee-high to a grasshopper. He nodded, placing the briefcase down. He'd memorized everything in it anyways. He'd only brought the papers inside for her convenience. A lot of people in higher up positions liked to have hard copies to look over in their hands rather than have it lost amid a pile of corporate emails. He adjusted his tie again, eyebrows narrowing as she asked him to zip her up. A tiny little voice in his mind told him that guiding that zipper lower would be a lot more fun than a business presentation, but he shook it off, stepping in behind her. Now he couldn't help but take in the beautiful sight that she was, , breathe in her delicious scent, making it difficult not to close him eyes and breathe out in a sigh. He had to thought. They were standing in front of a mirror. He stood a good deal taller than she, and so she would have a perfect view of every minuscule expression that crossed his handsome face.<br/><br/>So he forced a smile instead, long fingers dancing up her bare back, arcing her body forward as he carefully guided the zipper up. Experience told him that these dresses had tricky zippers, and tangling them was easy if you tried to pull it up or down in a hurry. Like the dress could sense you were late for that party, or something.<br/><br/>"Well, the, ah Spring Break Demographic is incredibly lucrative, but also highly contested. Considering the quality and price that Fhloston puts forward on it's ventures, only a limited few will be interested. In the late twenties to mid thirties, our clients will already be more reserved, going for the classics of the nineties and eighties in terms of music, drinks and entertainment, while still struggling very hard to retain, to themselves at least, that they're still young," His psychologist, so some things tended to rub off.<br/><br/>His fingers glided up her back to her neck, his thumb and forefinger instinctively working the tense muscles in the subtle arc between her neck and shoulders, massaging carefully as he finished zipping up her dress," As such, they will be more reserved, a more difficult demographic to reach. Most companies would see that as unattainable, simply move on," Both hands settled on her shoulders, left bare for the most part by her choice of dress as he watched her expression in the mirror, working the tenseness out of them with slow, circular motions," For myself, I think it's a challenge to tap into a virtually untapped section of the market."