I'll Make A Man Out Of You (Angel1932 and GreenGrass)
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				Title: <strong>I'll Make A Man Out Of You (Angel1932 and GreenGrass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>25-05-2012, 07:20:17</strong>
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				http://www.shrinkle.com/blog/july09/connie1.jpg (http://www.shrinkle.com/blog/july09/connie1.jpg)<br><br>Angela Evans sat in her office, skimming through the pile of papers in front of her. She paused every now and then to answer a question, or add to the information. It was for their next meeting, ideas and designs for their new products. She was a designer, and co owner of the company. She also put forth the money to help certain products get onto the shelves. She was one of the higher ups, only answering to one person whom was more or less her equal. Not that she saw him much, they formed the company for profit, otherwise they wouldn't have thought to have anything to do with each other.<br><br>She sighed, reading over her name in one of the product ideas. 'Angela', shortened to 'Angel'. Her partners normal crack at her appearance.&nbsp; <em>White like angel wings</em>, he says. It wouldn't bother her if he was actually interested, if it was a pet name, instead of him simply yanking her chain. She knew very well his opinion one her. <em>Pretty, but what would others say?</em> Her eyes flicked from the pages to the snowy hands holding them. Even the paper was darker than her skin, making her frown. She was born albino, and while it helped her to stand out from the crowd, it also kept potential suitors away. She was different, and different, though intriguing, was wrong.<br><br>She glanced at the clock, noting that her intern should arrive soon. Normally, they arrived at the same time, but she was early that day. She put the papers away, the work completed, and pulled out another stack to work on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I'll Make A Man Out Of You (Angel1932 and GreenGrass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenGrass</strong> on <strong>25-05-2012, 22:25:32</strong>
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				http://i.imgur.com/0bbaR.jpg (http://i.imgur.com/0bbaR.jpg)<br><br>The loud clicking of her high heels on the marble floor rang throughout the lobby to the building. Heather tried to get to work as early as she could to beat her boss however she freaked out when she saw the familiar white Porsche in the parking garage this morning. Her arms were filled with files and her boss' morning coffee that she was doing her best not to try and spill on everything. She strolled into the elevator, swiped her keycard, and sighed as the doors shut infront of her. Staring at her reflection in the mirror-like doors, she liked the dark business suit that she wore today; it was smart, professional, and managed to show off her figure. The dark gray skirt barely covered the top of her hose as she could see glimpses of the lace at the top of the stockings as she moved around. She knew the men in the office would like looking at them, but she was hoping that her boss might as well.<br><br>Heather was starting to become attracted to her employer. Angel, as she insisted to be called, was a powerful woman, and beautiful in her own way. The intern was first taken aback when she first laid eyes on the albino woman but over past few weeks she started to appreciate it. He skin was like porcelain, yet she was powerful underneath. This made her boss attractive to Heather and she was quite alright with this.<br><br>The elevator door opened and Heather stepped out. She quickly rushed by the secretary talking to someone on the phone and made her way back to her boss' office. Angel was already at her desk going through papers. Silently swearing to herself, she walked in and apologized to her boos. "I"m sorry I'm late. I'm not usually running behind like this." She set the coffee cup on the desk and placed the files on the table next to the desk worried that her boss might chew her out. Heather slid her messenger bag over her head and set it at her own small desk in the same office. Looking at her reflection in her small mirror, the young intern straightened the bun of her dark amber hair and tried to look more presentable.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I'll Make A Man Out Of You (Angel1932 and GreenGrass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>25-05-2012, 23:54:16</strong>
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				Angela glanced up when Heather walked in, a tight lipped smile crossing her features. "It's fine, I'm early." she grabbed the coffee cup and sipped the dark liquid. It was hot, with some milk and just a hint of vanilla flavoring. Just how she liked it. "Get in before seven tomorrow, though, we have someone from Bontoni coming here." it was their rival company, sending over someone to discuss a possible merging. At least that's what they said. She didn't doubt he was simply going to try to steal an idea or two.<br><br>When Heather paused to look at herself in the small mirror, it put her back to Angela. Sure she wasn't looking, she took the time to run her eyes over the woman's body. Her dark clothes contrasted greatly with her own white suit. She tended to wear white often, as anything other than that only made her body stand out more. She couldn't help but notice a bit of lace peaking out, and wondered who she was hopping to attract. She'd heard rumors that her intern was into women, and almost laughed at the sudden idea that it might be for her. Yes, as if someone would actually show any interest in her after all those years. She'd just had to accept that none would find her attractive. It was easier that way.<br><br>She shifted her focus to the files set in front of her, and began to flip through them, "So, what's your opinion on the new lines of swimwear in the making? Which one do you think is most likely to sell?" she often asked questions like this, testing the other's ability to predict the popularity of different products.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I'll Make A Man Out Of You (Angel1932 and GreenGrass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenGrass</strong> on <strong>30-05-2012, 22:43:33</strong>
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				After adjusting her hair, Heather walked over to her boss' desk and saw the pictures spread around. There were many beautiful models, some the company hired and others from rival companies, in the newest designs of swim-wear. Heather loved looking at the models, one of the reasons she took the job. She had been unsure of her sexuality since experimenting in college so taking a job where she looked and worked around beautiful women wasn't a huge surprise. Though in the back of her mind she didn't know if she was helping her interest or merely putting it in check.<br><br>Her eyes scanned the photos as she started pointing at a few of the bikinis. "Those look classy while being flirty. I can see women of all ages pick these out." Looking up so often to stare at her boss, who was watching her fingers point. Heather had started to grow closer to her during the past few weeks, which made her question everything even more. Angel wasn't traditionally beautiful, but the standards of society, but more than once she had caught herself thinking about her boss in a sexual way. <br><br>Picking one picture up, Heather handed it to her boss. "I would wear this one for instance." It was a blue and white stripped string bikini, something she would wear out to the beach. "It's cute and shows enough skin to attract the eyes of people you want watching you." She smiled as she continued to look through the photos.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I'll Make A Man Out Of You (Angel1932 and GreenGrass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>31-05-2012, 05:35:45</strong>
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				Angel took the picture and studied the woman in it with a sharp eye, taking in the way the bikini both showed her off and yet still hid what was needed to be at the same time. She nodded, "Yes, I have to agree, this is a nice one." she put it in a pile off to the right, the one she was going to suggest they put in their magazines. She picked up a choice of her own, also a bikini. It was a sexy red color, but covered a little more skin than the others did. "This might be a good sale, I think. It might appeal to our shier customers. What's your opinion-" her cell phone rang in the middle of her sentence, causing a frown to cross her lips as she reached for it. It had better be important, as it was her emergency line. It was her partner.<br><br>"Hello, Marcus, what's going on?" her voice was kept carefully level, knowing he either wanted something from her, or something was wrong. His tone almost matched hers as he quickly explained the situation. "Are you sure? Are they serious?" she asked when he was done. She got a quick yes, and a hurried farewell. He must be quite busy, he almost never cut calls that short.<br><br>She closed the flip phone and focused again on Heather, "A merger is underway. Unlike with the guy from Botoni, this is much more likely to actually happen. There's a meeting taking place in France to discuss it, and we need to be there. We leave tomorrow. This is short notice, I understand, and will give you compensation accordingly."
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				Title: <strong>Re: I'll Make A Man Out Of You (Angel1932 and GreenGrass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenGrass</strong> on <strong>02-06-2012, 00:45:47</strong>
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				Heather stood in silence as she watched he boss the phone call. She was paying attention, trying to hear the other side of the conversation but couldn't, while still glancing at the photos. She had never seen Angel like this before; serious was one thing, but never this serious. When Angel closed the phone Heather turned attention back to her. "Wait, we? As in you and I?" She had never been to Europe before but had always wanted to go. Luckily she had her passport just in case the situation should arrive. She was so excited that she could barely contain the smile from her face. Even though it was going to be for work, she didn't care.<br><br>Knowing that she would have to make the travel arrangements, she picked up a pen and paper from her desk and started to write down the information. Which hotel Angel preferred, which limo driver she could have to contact to and from the hotel, etc. Heather nearly lost it when Angel mentioned the private plane. Another thing Heather had always wanted to do but never thought she would get the chance. After taking down the information, she went right to her desk and sat down. Thumbing through her boss' address book with all of these thoughts running through her head. She would have to pack as well, what clothes would be appropriate for a business meeting like this one.<br><br>Her thoughts then turned to Angel. She would be alone with her for hours upon end. Her boss had only wanted the two of them to make the trip; Angel's partner would meet them there. Glancing at her boss once more, Heather stayed calm underneath but her heart was racing a mile a minute. There would be all this alone time. They would have to talk. Get to know each other. Heather couldn't decide if she was happy or nervous about the prospect. Her fingers started to dial the phone as she pushed that fear aside and started on her task at hand.
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				Title: <strong>Re: I'll Make A Man Out Of You (Angel1932 and GreenGrass)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Old Lady Willow</strong> on <strong>05-06-2012, 02:45:10</strong>
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				Angel watched for a moment as Heather began to work, a small smile forming across her lips. She really was a good worker, and one of the best interns she'd had. It was only a few weeks into their time together, and she already knew how to prepare everything correctly. Speaking of preparing, Angel opened her phone again and called one of her neighbors. She asked the woman if she could look after her dog until they came back, as she most defiantly couldn't take him with her. The answer was yes, and she made a mental note to give her the key before she left.<br><br>She began to gather the files and put them away, while Heather did her own work over the phone. Her mind drifted to the fact that they would be alone quite a lot aver the next couple weeks. It wasn't a bad idea, she could think of worse people to spend her time with, after all. Perhaps they each could learn a little about the other. She herself was slightly curious as to how Heather spent her time while not on the job.&nbsp; <br><br>As soon as Heather was done with the call, Angela spoke up, "If you need the rest of the day off to get your own situations in order, you may have it. I myself am going home to pack and get someone to look after everything for me."
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