<hr/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">"Let's Get This Party Started "</span></strong></span> </div><hr/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://science-all.com/images/rachel-weisz/rachel-weisz-07.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>NAME: </strong> Ciseleigh Capshaw<br/><strong>AGE:</strong> 32<br/><strong>LOCATION &amp; TIME:</strong> Gymnasium Building, Heading for the Office Of Dominic DeCosta | 9/2/16 2:13PM<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong> Dominic DeCosta <em><strong>CLOSED</strong></em></span></span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Leigh followed him through the portal as he turned and walked back to his desk. She sent a little moue of annoyance in his direction as she turned and closed the door behind her. Yes. Manners. Not his forte. Not exactly a surprise there. DeCosta wouldn't be mistaken for a gentleman from this interview so far. But she was careful to have that benign smile back in place before he could turn and face her again.  <br/><br/>Leigh made her own way into the office and settled in the obviously worn and slightly dusty chair, ruing the state her clothing would leave this meeting in. There was a suspicious spot at the back left corner that looked….greasy. She swore to God. If there was a grease stain on this skirt when she left, Dominic DeCosta was getting her dry cleaning bill.<br/><br/>Settling in she hitched her hips backward a side at a time until she was seated with her back against the cold, worn leather and felt her nipples peek under her shirt in reaction. Shit. Oh well. Nothing to be done about it now except brazen through it. She made a show of crossing her legs and settling her hands clasped in her lap.<br/><br/>Her head popped up as the man started to speak. Good Lord. His voice should be bottled and sold. It started at the base of the spine and stroked upward promising all sorts of illicit intent. They’d make a mint. Likely the man had undefined preferences however. Most of the staffers she'd met so far professed their heterosexuality. At a place like Jamison, they wouldn't have been employed otherwise. But there was more than one case in which Leigh found that profession hard to swallow. <br/><br/>Decosta's words pulled her thoughts back and demanded the lion’s share of her attention once again. He sounded educated, knowledgeable. Not like a rock headed jock in the least. A power play then as she’d suspected. Her eyes dropped to half mast, coy as she tipped the corners of her lips up ever slightly upping the wattage on her smile.<br/><br/>“Just so,” she acknowledged, tipping her head in his direction regarding the tongue lashing comment without directly speaking of it. “Reform is a word that many like to bandy about. People call for reform without any clear strategy or wanting to put the work into it. It's become kitchy. A 'Buzz Word.' Lost its gravitas. But I can assure you that I hear your frustrations Coach DeCosta. And as the new Public Relations Liaison for Jamison, I share your…concerns.”<br/><br/>She shifted ever so slightly in the chair, her eyes floating past his shoulder to take in the line of trophy’s collecting dust on a shelf that ran around three sides of the room about a foot and a half from the ceiling. Markers of the glory days of Jamison.<br/><br/>“Surely we can figure out a plan that incorporates the reform you’re calling for with showcasing some of the talent that is sure to be walking the Jamison Campus? The sad truth of the matter is, you can't attract top quality athletes without a top notch athletic department.” Leigh’s eyes moved back to the man before her and she flashed him another small smile. "I'd like to see to it that you receive the financial assistance to renovate your facilities. You could have one of the most desirable, state of the art athletic buildings in the country. All I need is a little collaboration from you as regards the Alumni." <br/><br/>The words were profession, spoken with just the right amount of intensity to sell him and make her "passion" for her job believable.  Leigh absently wondered while she delivered her speech  if he’d purposefully settled against the desk in a way to put his groin right at her eye level. With her rehearsed presentation started, she flashed him an encouraging smile. “With or without the tongue lashings as you please.”</span></span><br/>