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Post by Bails on Feb 13, 2009 21:44:58 GMT -5
Sylvaine had asked for a meeting with Natasha. New the two of them had risen in the ranks together. Well Natasha had risen in the ranks while she had risen politically but it all had worked out well in the end. It was early morning, her favorite time of day. Getting the assistant to bring her coffee and an ashtray, she crossed her legs. Tapping the cigarette into the crystal she allowed herself a little yawn.
"Madame President, is there anything else I can get you?" The aide asked her, hovering.
"Yes, you can me the Leader of the Red Hands." She watched as he squirmed and laughed as he slinked away. He wouldn't talk to Natasha like that. No man would and escape with his balls. That's what she loved about the woman she was about to meet. She wore the pants and made no appoligies about it.
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Post by Natasha Kent on Feb 15, 2009 4:46:32 GMT -5
Natasha had been scolding her stupid serving man for putting the milk in her coffee too quickly, for burning the cream when the call came. She smiled, a little shine in her eyes and excused the idiot. Now, don't get me wrong, Natasha didn't expect perfection but this power suit wearing woman did expect a little effort. It didn't matter that it was early, people who had vowed to serve her should.
The white fur of her collar moved, yawned and washed itself, and Natasha fed it a sliver of tuna, before making her way to great the president of the united states.
People scurried out of her way and she smiled. Today felt like it would be a good day.
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Post by Bails on Feb 17, 2009 19:08:57 GMT -5
Sylvaine stood when the other woman entered the room. She smirked at the little animal and the woman who wore it so well. "Your assisstants need to learn how to make a better cuppa joe." She said with a smirk, and waved to the cup. "But besides that, they've been fairly hospitible."
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Post by *Gem* on Feb 17, 2009 19:13:59 GMT -5
Natasha offered the other woman her hand. "Who served you, Mrs President? Ill make sure their sacked within the hour.
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Post by Bails on Feb 17, 2009 19:16:57 GMT -5
She shook it heartily. "I believe his name was something poncy. Will? Winston?" She made a face. "He wouldn't survive long in my staff."
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Post by *Gem* on Feb 17, 2009 19:18:45 GMT -5
"I regret that Im still weeding out the staff here after the disembarkment of the King from our cause."
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Post by Bails on Feb 17, 2009 19:25:00 GMT -5
"Ahh yes, young Joshua. Clearly doesn't have the balls. Most men don't." She sat back down, crossing her legs and leaning back in the sofa. "I have some associates if you need more staff. My office is full of them."
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Post by *Gem* on Feb 17, 2009 19:27:07 GMT -5
"I would be grateful." She nodded, and said;"Although a few kinks in the armour can be of use. If they suspect a weakness the attack isnt so strong."
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