March 20th, 2017
MalFox Industries, Malcolm's Office in Barcelona
The intercom on Malcolm's desk crackled to life. "Mr. Fox? Your three o'clock is waiting for you in the lobby."
Mr. Fox was currently in a plush leather office chair, high-backed with wheels. A deep maroon that complimented the black suit he was wearing. His evergreen orbs were tucked behind his lids as his head rested against the chair. The sound of the intercom system had one peering out, flicking over to the box until he reached to stab the speaker button with a middle finger decked out in a diamond encrusted silver ring that looked like a class ring. Letting out a grunt, he responded to his assistant. "Give me twoooo minutes, sweetheart."
Clamping his bottom lip with his teeth, his eyes rolled in the back of his head as another grunt left him. A few seconds later, they resurfaced with a slick grin on his face as he sat up from his lax position in the chair. A jab to the intercom system, sarcasm laced his tone like acid as he chuckled. "Make that one minute, darlin'." Smirking, he looked to the woman rising to her feet and smoothing out her hair. "Keep workin' like that, I might just give you a raise," he rose to his own feet, standing beside the blonde as he fastened his pants.
"I'd do it for free, Mr. Fox," she winked at him, though he could tell she was in it for the money. Didn't bother him none, admittedly. "But I wouldn't object to a raise," her words chimed with a giggle near the end as she buttoned the front of her blouse and moved around the desk. Smoothing her skirt, she paused as if on her way out just as he sat back down, smoothing his hands over his own hair. "Can I get you a coffee?" Right back to business as usual, her brows rose with a professional demeanor, just the way he liked it.
Giving her a firm nod, he slid a manila folder toward the edge of his desk. "And three hundred copies of this." Right back to business as usual, he seemed fixated on the watch on his wrist while keeping his peripherals on her movements. "You got it," she chirped, scooping up the folder before turning on those black pumps and making her way for the door. His eyes lingered on the sway of her hips as a curl of a grin spread on his face. Slowly leaning back in that chair, his palms slid over the marbled desktop before rising once they met the edge to clasp behind his head. It's good to be boss...
No sooner that she breached that doorway, she turned to allow Malcolm's assistant to enter with two men in tow. As if the little rendezvous never happened, those hands slid away from the back of his head as he straightened his frame, then his tie. Standing to his feet, his expression was made of stone as he held out his hand to the two men. "Welcome to MalFox Industries, Mr. Fletcher and Mr. Robinson. I'm sure my assistant caught you to speed with the recent development of our latest software.."
MalFox Industries, Malcolm's Office in Barcelona
The intercom on Malcolm's desk crackled to life. "Mr. Fox? Your three o'clock is waiting for you in the lobby."
Mr. Fox was currently in a plush leather office chair, high-backed with wheels. A deep maroon that complimented the black suit he was wearing. His evergreen orbs were tucked behind his lids as his head rested against the chair. The sound of the intercom system had one peering out, flicking over to the box until he reached to stab the speaker button with a middle finger decked out in a diamond encrusted silver ring that looked like a class ring. Letting out a grunt, he responded to his assistant. "Give me twoooo minutes, sweetheart."
Clamping his bottom lip with his teeth, his eyes rolled in the back of his head as another grunt left him. A few seconds later, they resurfaced with a slick grin on his face as he sat up from his lax position in the chair. A jab to the intercom system, sarcasm laced his tone like acid as he chuckled. "Make that one minute, darlin'." Smirking, he looked to the woman rising to her feet and smoothing out her hair. "Keep workin' like that, I might just give you a raise," he rose to his own feet, standing beside the blonde as he fastened his pants.
"I'd do it for free, Mr. Fox," she winked at him, though he could tell she was in it for the money. Didn't bother him none, admittedly. "But I wouldn't object to a raise," her words chimed with a giggle near the end as she buttoned the front of her blouse and moved around the desk. Smoothing her skirt, she paused as if on her way out just as he sat back down, smoothing his hands over his own hair. "Can I get you a coffee?" Right back to business as usual, her brows rose with a professional demeanor, just the way he liked it.
Giving her a firm nod, he slid a manila folder toward the edge of his desk. "And three hundred copies of this." Right back to business as usual, he seemed fixated on the watch on his wrist while keeping his peripherals on her movements. "You got it," she chirped, scooping up the folder before turning on those black pumps and making her way for the door. His eyes lingered on the sway of her hips as a curl of a grin spread on his face. Slowly leaning back in that chair, his palms slid over the marbled desktop before rising once they met the edge to clasp behind his head. It's good to be boss...
No sooner that she breached that doorway, she turned to allow Malcolm's assistant to enter with two men in tow. As if the little rendezvous never happened, those hands slid away from the back of his head as he straightened his frame, then his tie. Standing to his feet, his expression was made of stone as he held out his hand to the two men. "Welcome to MalFox Industries, Mr. Fletcher and Mr. Robinson. I'm sure my assistant caught you to speed with the recent development of our latest software.."