Corporate Dominance (Mizugami & Sneakypete)
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				Title: <strong>Corporate Dominance (Mizugami &amp; Sneakypete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SneakyPete</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 05:14:46</strong>
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				<em>Procure item. Specifics to be disclosed in person.</em><br><br>That was what the sheet had said. The language told him several things right off the bat. Corporate client, for starters, they always used terms like this. <em>Extreme discretion required</em>, it had said below that, as if the "in person" aspect hadn't gotten the point across. They wanted it kept quiet, which likely meant that it wasn't a legal job. Not a problem, such things were Johnny Morgan's bread and butter. He never had much use for the law anyways. Getting the job done was what mattered, and he always got it done clean, his clients liked that about him. But what had really caught his eye was the third line: <em>Substantial compensation upon delivery.</em> That was the only part he really cared about. "Substantial," that was a word he liked. It was a heavy-sounding word, like a tightly-layered stack of bills. Problem was though, that "substantial" didn't always mean the same thing for everyone. He never took a job without negotiating a figure beforehand, and receiving an advance. And it was always a favorable figure, he made sure of that. That was one of his talents, but not the only one.<br><br><em>Yep, corporate client.</em> And not just any corporate client at that. Brigantia Technologies was one of the biggest tech giants since the Reawakening. Johnny gave a glance around, taking in his surroundings. The office took up most of the top floor. Two entire walls were taken up by a row of windows, allowing a panoramic view of the city below. The desk - practically the size of a battleship - was some kind of dark wood, polished till it shone like obsidian. An enormous sigil commanded the wall behind it, probably some kind of family crest. A great garish thing; a tangle of Celtic knotwork inside a circular border, divided into three sections. It was the only thing hanging in the office, and the first thing which any visitor would see. Johnny smirked and chuckled to himself. <em>She's trying to impress someone, huh. Wonder who...</em> He turned his attention to the striking figure seated behind the desk.<br><br>"So Miss Tierny," he leaned back in his chair and crossed his ankle over his knee. "I understand there's something you need, and you want me to get it for you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Dominance</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mizugami</strong> on <strong>09-07-2014, 06:57:43</strong>
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				Syn took a measured breath, letting the silence stretch between them.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;“<em>You can address me as Ms. Tierny, Mr. Morgan.&nbsp; Your understanding is only half correct. What I need.</em>.” she paused.&nbsp; Hazel brown eyes&nbsp; never leaving his face, she tapped the folder before with one finger.&nbsp; “<em>is for you to understand is that the company requires your particular methods</em>.” <br>The leather whispered in the silence as she pushed it across the desk towards him. The blood red polish stood out against the grey,&nbsp; his eyes tracking the movement with a near smirk. She wondered if he knew that what lay inside. <br>“<em>Before we continue Mr. Morgan you will sign the nondisclosure agreement. Take a moment to read over it</em>.”<br>Syn patiently appeared to wait for him to move. This was the part of any exchange she dreaded. To distract her need to move, she kept her steady gaze fixed on him. His suit was cut to fit his athletic frame, and she appreciated the quality of the tailoring.&nbsp; Syn silently debated which side his fire arm lay. The charcoal window pane helped conceal while drawing the eye to his broad shoulders. She supposed he often used his looks to distract. Growing impatient as the seventh minute ticked by, she caved first. <br>She rose on long pale legs, leaning across the desk. Her hand grasped the folder, and flipped it open.&nbsp; “<em>Mr. Morgan you waste my time. Sign here, or leave</em>.”&nbsp; She picked up a heavy silver pen from the desk and extended it towards him, hoping he wouldn’t call her bluff.&nbsp; She attempted a cold stare, but wasn’t prepared for the full impact of glacier blue eyes mocking her.&nbsp; Long dark lashes blinked slowly and she barely contained a growl. His long aquiline nose set as straight as her stiffening spine, his full lips slowly turning up. “<em>This matter is time sensitive, and if you care not to continue, I shall have my next appointment shown in</em>.” her harsh tone conveyed more desperation then annoyance.&nbsp; <br>She stood up to her full height, straightening her cream jacket with a brisk tug. Looking down at him, she extended the pen once more. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Dominance (Mizugami &amp; Sneakypete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SneakyPete</strong> on <strong>10-07-2014, 05:17:18</strong>
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				<em>Fucking hardass</em>... <br><br>Johnny rose slightly to pluck the silver pen from her hand, but made no move to open the folder. He knew a poker bluff when he saw one. Sinking back into his seat, he twiddled the pen between his fingers. "<em>Miss</em> Tierny," he said, placing indulgent emphasis on the title. "As a rule, I never sign my name to anything before we discuss payment." He leaned back, totally at ease. He owed much of his success to his ability to read people and situations, a skill which always seemed to come naturally to him. And this situation told him several things. The woman standing over him wasn't about to dismiss him, that much was certain. She was clearly trying to alpha-dog him, hence the dominant posture. But Johnny Morgan wasn't in the habit of being buffaloed. "As you know, my retainer isn't cheap." He twirled the pen between his index and middle fingers. "That's because no one else can do what I do. I also know that whatever is in here..." he reached out and tapped the unopened folder. "...Is very important to you. I'm not going to say 'desperate' just yet, but you obviously don't want to trust the job to just anyone." He flicked his eyes up and down her form, inspecting her appearance, her posture, making no effort of stealth. "<em>That's</em> why you called me. That's why you're willing to accept my fee. And..." He leaned forward again, and placed the pen on the folder. "...that's why you won't call in your next appointment. Not until we're done here, at least." <br><br>Syn Tierny was a striking woman. He had seen her pictures in business magazines, but they were a pale shadow of the real thing. Her cream-colored jacket, while a conservative cut, still flattered her curves, and her slender waist. Idly he wondered how she would look out of it. It was the eyes, though, which really caught you. Hazel pools that seemed to press down on you, and make you want beg forgiveness for daring to imagine her naked. Queen's eyes. Here was a woman used to wielding power, able to exert control over her surroundings and her world. A dangerous woman to cross. <em>Hot</em>, he thought to himself. <em>You want to play poker, boss-lady? Alright, let's play...</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Dominance (Mizugami &amp; Sneakypete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mizugami</strong> on <strong>10-07-2014, 06:27:41</strong>
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				Syn closed her eyes for a moment as she felt the flush rise to her cheeks. Burning, white heat coursed through her body, and she took a moment to savor the familiar rush of anger. She welcomed its chaos, and let it scourge the rising sense of desperation from her mind. <br><br>“<em>Dear Mr. Morgan really</em>?” Syn, turned her back on him as her voice softened, dropping a few decibels. With well trained poise she distanced herself from him. Her heels echoed in the vast space, each step taking her closer to her crest.&nbsp; She glanced over her shoulder at him.&nbsp; “<em>You insult me with your matter of your fee</em>.” Turning her head back to look one more at the symbol of all that was lost, she allowed herself one small moment to imagine backhanding the smirk off of his face. <br>“<em>I cannot imagine for a moment that you did not do your research. We both know I will pay you every cent you asked for. In the folder is your initial payment, along with a card to charge all expenses</em>.” Pivoting suddenly, she quickly closed the distance between them. “<em>While your pretty face and talents make you desirable for this matter, you are here before me at my request. . Know this Morgan I do not take kindly to</em>” She paused to make sure his eyes never left hers, “<em>peasants speaking out of turn. Until you sign that form you are of no use to me.” </em><br><br>Syn leaned against the desk, and noted how he couldn’t hide the slight swallow of anger as her calculated pose pulled her coat a bit tighter. She pressed to the pen to her mouth, so the thick silver instrument brought his eyes to her pink lipstick. <br><br>Leaning forward, slowly, she offered out the pen. “<em>Kindly sign my form</em>” she purred, “<em>you are correct that I want what you have to offer</em>.”&nbsp; <br><br>At that moment she had to fight the urge to keep leaning forward. IT wasn’t often Syn bothered to take in a man for more than a few seconds to assess his threat level before dismissing him to a role.&nbsp; Johnny Morgan, how ever was not a man to be dismissed willingly. At this distance she realized his hair was not just black, but so dark that it nearly reflected blue. Impossibly long lashes framed intelligent eyes. The genetics that gave him a firm jaw had to have come from a noble stock. In the silence she wondered how it would feel under her tounge as she captured a bit of sweat glistening.<br><br>“<em>Hmm</em>” Murmering, Syn leaned forward her frame an inch closer. <em>“Mr. Morgan, let me own you for a small period, and I promise your compensations will be more then worth it. After all we both know you need my money.”</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Dominance (Mizugami &amp; Sneakypete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SneakyPete</strong> on <strong>12-07-2014, 06:28:03</strong>
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				He had touched a nerve. Johnny chuckled inside his own head. <em>Peasant?</em> Was she for real? Did people actually talk that way? Good god, this one was a piece of work. Still, his probe had done what he had meant it to do. Funny thing about people who were used to being surrounded by ass-kissers and yes-men, anything less than unconditional assent threw them completely off their game. And her comment about how he needed her money...he harked back to the safe in his loft apartment, containing several dozen bundles of unmarked Ben Franklins...and the two safety deposit boxes in which he had squirreled away his emergency fund, should he need to suddenly disappear...and the offshore account in the Caiman Islands, which held enough currency to buy a mansion...not a large one, but even so...he didn't do this for the money. <br><br>Well what was this now...? She had skirted her mammoth desk, and was invading his space in a big way. Her hand rested on the edge of her desk, perfectly manicured nails trailing lightly on the polished mahogany surface as she leaned in to him...was she scenting the air around him? Well he could smell <em>her</em>. He caught some kind of muted spice, with a hint of sweet...he couldn't place it. Her voice dropped a few decibels, and sent a line of goosebumps swishing up his spine. Somehow, he felt as though <em>he </em>were the one being visualized naked...<em>Ok, focus. Head in the game.</em> He blinked the feeling away. Clearly this Syn Tierny, CEO of Brigantia Technologies, had her own game to play. He reached out and took the pen once again. He was good at games. <br><br>"Contract, Miss Tierny, contract; no one's buying anyone here." He ducked to the side, leaving her hanging, and used the butt-end of the pen to flip open the leather folder. "So you want what I have to offer." Glancing over the paper, he scratched his signature onto the bottom. "There. Now it's an official secret." Tossing the silver pen onto the desk, he returned his attentions to her. "So now that we're in confidence, why don't you tell me what's so important that you need my talents to get it?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Dominance (Mizugami &amp; Sneakypete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mizugami</strong> on <strong>14-07-2014, 05:36:53</strong>
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				She arched her left eyebrow slightly, it was the only movement she made for a moment. How she loved a good chess match, as most battle of wits are. She took on last lingering look at his handsome face. He truly was classically good looking. She could almost see him on the battlefield, a broadsword dripping with blood. Savoring his victory, the blue marks streaked on his honed chest from the toil. His dark hair would have been longer. <br><br>Syn felt unease creep across her skin an errant thought danced on the edge. No, it could not be. She pushed down the distraction.&nbsp; Pushing off her perch to her feet, she took a deep breath. Gods take us, she thought biting her bottom lip, needing to distance herself from him. She walked towards the glimmering expanse of glass. <br><br>The view of the city from here, did nothing to for her. Her eyes were distant seeing images of a land long and far away. “<em>There is an item in the hands of a gentleman. It isn’t very large, but it is worth a quite a large sum of money.”</em><br><br>“<em>It must be procured and brought to me with the utmost haste.” Syn turned back to the devil in the room.&nbsp; She walked back towards him.</em> “<br><br><br>”&nbsp; She brought up her hand quickly as if to stay him. <em>“Yes yes, conduct yourself how ever you need. Your methods are why I asked for you.”<br></em><br>Laying her hand against his chest, she stepped in close. Looking up at his taller frame, <em>“Make no mistake. You are mine, in any which fashion I need to have you”.</em><br><br>Johnny looked down at her. She knew he thought very little of her reach. She wasn’t one to move her pieces with out thinking of the outcome, however. <br><br>“<em>You will need to pay a visit to the home of Mattheus Robinson</em>.” Syn's full lips turned up a bit, ""<em>He is the majority stock holder.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Dominance (Mizugami &amp; Sneakypete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SneakyPete</strong> on <strong>15-07-2014, 06:13:31</strong>
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				<em>Majority stockholder...</em> In his head, Johnny jotted the note down, and filed it away in a very special drawer, to save for later in case he found a use for it. That little nugget she had dropped cast any number of details into illumination. One in particular stood out clearly: this <em>Mattheus Robinson</em>. All Johnny had was a name, but already he could tell several things. Majority stockholder, therefore Syn Tierny answered to him. Now wasn't <em>that</em> delicious, this cold proud woman having to report to a man. He imagined that this little detail ground her gears like nothing else. Whatever the case was, she wasn't content to leave matters that way; after all, why else would he be here in the first place? She wanted to use him as a tool, to gain the advantage over this rival of hers. Pieces clicked into place in Johnny's head one after the other, creating a clearer and clearer picture. But the picture was incomplete for now... <br><br>"Sounds delicate," Johnny pursed his lips in a show of consideration. He looked down at her hand, laid flat on his chest. Her nails were painted a dark shade of maroon, like a deep-set bloodstain. Though a light touch, he felt as though there was weight behind it if she decided to push. And sometimes the best response to a push was not to push back but to yield and redirect the force. He turned sideways to regard her. "A high-profile job like this is going to take several things," he slipped past her and returned to his chair. Leaning back, he raised his legs and crossed one ankle over the other, resting them on the edge of her desk. Let her know that he wasn't to be cowed by her show. "Namely, time and research. I'm going to need to get to know your Matty Robinson. His habits, his customs, his personality. Who he knows, where he goes. And his home security system." He examined his own nails. "And I'm going to need to know about this "item" of yours." He looked up at her. "Are we going to play twenty questions? Bigger than a bread-box? Something that can be found in most suburban kitchens? What do you feel like telling me? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Dominance (Mizugami &amp; Sneakypete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mizugami</strong> on <strong>16-07-2014, 05:27:10</strong>
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				The lacquered nails&nbsp; moved to the buttons of her coat. It didn’t escape her, she mused as his long legs dominated the space between the chair and desk, that he always seemed so pleased with his own witty banter.&nbsp; At least he didn’t sit in my chair she conceded&nbsp; internally, as she swiftly undid the two large buttons. She glided back to her chair, hips swaying slightly the blazer fell like a cream colored flag of surrender . <br><br>“Mr. Morgan, this maybe a game to you.” She looked down at him as her hands slid to the band of her highwasited skirt.&nbsp; “What I did not ask you to do is come into my domain to mock me. I would appreciate you not insult my intelligence by pretending you do not have the withal to gather such details pertaining to the who.” <br><br>Her bright eyes never left his, as her hands bunched the creamy silk chemise, she wore, exposing the flat expansion of her upper abdomen. “The what is this.” Syn slowly pulled the wisp of material over her head , to let it flutter to the floor. She reached behind her back. Making quick haste she unclasped the rose lace that covered her breasts.&nbsp; <br><br>“Under different circumstances one such as you, Mr. Morgan” she looked down her nose at him, letting the full weight of her stare linger on him. She knew that he had to be wondering where this was leading. “ why you would have made a formidable conquest.” Syn could easily envision how a different version of the cat and mouse game would evolve between them. <br><br>Her attention on his full bottom lip she let the bra drop, as she pivoted on her heels, not quite denying him a glimpse of her as she turned her back on him. “Perhaps it is&nbsp; more like showing you the item you will procure.”<br><br>Syn’s narrow form gleamed in the cold afternoon sun. There between her shoulder blades, down the center of her spine, the pale skin turned a garish pink. Branded, nearly 11 inches in length was the out line of a small blade. The shiny scar extended to her nipped in waist. The hues of white and pink formed a complicated pattern in the confines of the raised texture. The lowlights muted in stark red comparison to the shimmering highlights of the marred skin.<br><br>&nbsp;“Morgan, do you understand the significance of what needs to be recovered?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Corporate Dominance (Mizugami &amp; Sneakypete)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SneakyPete</strong> on <strong>20-07-2014, 06:56:35</strong>
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				<em>Well that's a new one...</em> <br><br>The light from the mid-afternoon sun played across the contours of Syn Tierny's shoulders and torso. She was slender but strong-looking; the musculature of her back defined, yet supple and serpentine. A dancer's physique. For three heartbeats Johnny sat transfixed, until her glance cast over her shoulder broke his stupor. Under any other circumstances such a gesture would have been flirtatious, but in this context he found it inscrutable. Just who was this woman, and what was her game? His eyes trailed up the curve of her spine. They lit on the puckered scar tissue running the length of her central axis, the only thing to mar that milky flesh. His eyebrows knit together. What was it, a cross? No, that wouldn't fit, not on her. What then? He traced the length of it with his eyes...a sword? A knife? Yeah, yeah that made more sense. So why would she show this to him? Why this display, dropping out of her blouse and teasing him with a near-glimpse...<br><br>She still stared him down, from over her shoulder, challenging him. No, not challenging; <em>evaluating</em> him. Odd. With an effort, he tore his gaze from her form, and let it drift to the sigil behind her desk. A hunch, a bare notion. His eyes returned to the scar. It could only have been a burn, with that texture, the raised pattern. They flicked to the sigil once again, and back to her. <em>No way...</em> A puzzle-piece fell into place with a click, followed by another, and then another. <em>Impossible...</em> But it made sense, didn't it? Her show of haughty superiority, her insistence on secrecy...and the fact she had called <em>him</em> for the job. Oh this woman had secrets...but she wasn't as good at keeping them as she might have thought. At least where he was concerned. He bit the inside of his cheek to stifle a grin.<br><br>"Alright Miss T," he shifted in his chair. <em>Pull it together, dumbass. Don't get thrown by a cheap trick.</em> "You've got your man. Just tell me one thing..." He blinked, re-centering himself. "You just want the Athame, or do you want this Robinson cat dead too? 'Cause that's going to cost you extra."
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