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Post by Director Troutman on Apr 2, 2009 19:34:06 GMT 1
"...And with that, you'll have to look to new administration."
"I'm aware."
"Let it serve as a reminder either way, for so far we've been met with nothing but failure."
"I'm aware of that as well...there's a reason I have been put in charge of this, after all..."
"Hmph. What does your line up look like?"
"Nothing like the past. MacMillan overestimated himself, Katsumoto and Alexander are but children, and Davis is playing a different role now. I'm looking at a much more...explosive personality. He's said to be exponentially stronger than even MacMillan was. What I have on him suggests that he's an advent supporter of the system, though he certainly has been known to get his hands rather dirty. If recent income records are right, he should be more than happy to accept."
"...Very well. I'll pass that along."
Without another wasted word, Director Troutman turned off the speakerphone, hanging it up as he pulled out the exact file. The only number that could be tracked down was a cellular number. The Director had called it earlier this morning, but to no avail. He left a message, expressing great interest in talking to this individual, who should feel free to stop by any time.
Director Troutman's schedule was cleared for the day.
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Apr 8, 2009 2:27:12 GMT 1
He waltzed through the building, ignoring pleas or calls to stop, slow down, or anything of the sort. They wanted information- who he was, what he was doing there. But none of it mattered- he got a call from the top, and the top is the only thing Shamino Warhen ever considered. Their ability to even get his cellular number came as a shock to him, and it was probably the only reason he was considering doing what he was doing right now.
Shamino was in a rut- a bad way. His main source of income was gone and his second source of income was far too risky to continue with the cracking down administration. He had to go legal some way or another, and a comfy desk and a six figure salary didn't sound bad to him whatsoever.
This is it. He looked up to the door, read the name, and knocked twice before walking into the office. He entered wearing his white suit, a dark, pearlescant blue shirt underneath which complimented his white slim neck tie. "My father always told me wearing white to a job interview was a faux pas..." He quipped, looking over to the Director sitting behind the table. Without asking or waiting to be asked, he took the opposite seat. He left his right foot on his left knee, foot bobbing slightly as he clasped his hands together, resting them in his lap.
"I heard you've been trying to reach me. Here I am."
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Post by Director Troutman on Apr 8, 2009 4:28:05 GMT 1
"Mr. Warhen."
The Director stated the name as if it was a simple fact, leaving no clues in his plain tone. He watched as Shamino walked through the door, the businessman walking through the door and to the seat without word or prompt. Director Troutman allowed a small smile to creep up onto his face from behind his clasped hands. They said first impressions were everything, and Shamino certainly hadn't dissapointed.
"We're both busy men, so I'll make this short. At least, I still am." The Director added, briefly noting to Shamino's troubles.
"No insult intended. I am aware that you are in need of a steady income these days, as you may be aware that I am in need of a new School Administrator. Education is always a steady job, something not too easily found in a recession. If you're the type of man I'm led to believe, you're the type I'm looking for. I'm more than ready to offer you the Principal position at Hircine High, including a six figure salary. All I ask is that you reinforce the establish System. Any more direct guidelines I could give you I feel would only hinder your...creativity."
The director paused, sliding his elbows off his desk as he placed his forearms down, hands still clasped in front of him.
"The salary is negotiable--the requirement is not."
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Apr 8, 2009 5:26:44 GMT 1
"You mind if I smoke? Of course you don't."
Shamino's lips clasped a lone, vulnerable cigarette that slid out of his pack of Cohiba Cigarettes- cuban, handrolled cigarettes illegal and on the other side of the country and then some. Lighting it up, the office quickly received the illicit but illustrious smell of Cubano Tobacco. "Six figures? I won't squeeze your balls, we're in a recession. I'll take a hundred and twenty thousand a year- before taxes, obviously, and other than that..." He leaned back slightly on the chair, his jacket tilting back a few inches to barely reveal a lower-back holster. "I'll be redecorating the office. And your requirements are too easily fulfilled..."
He leaned forward, ashing out in an empty mug on the desk. "When do you need me to start?"
He huffed on the cigarette calmly, his face invisible for brief moments through the haze of smoke. He looked at the Director with general interest, his lips unable to hide a small smirk. This is going to be far too fun...
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Post by Director Troutman on Apr 9, 2009 4:57:53 GMT 1
"I'm a man of simple tastes. All it takes to please me is results."
The Director stated evenly, more than satisfied with Shamino's reply. The interview had went much easier than he had anticipated. With all the rumors he had heard of Shamino Warhen, which were majority of information collected, he had expected a much more stubborn of a man. Perhaps Director Troutman had just gotten too used to failure as of late, surprised when his ideas went without any hindrance of any kind. There was no need to complain when you were getting exactly what you wanted.
"Tomorrow. School starts at 8:15."
The Director replied, not having any qualms about the short notice. He could have rationalized it by the fact that it had taken a good amount of time to track Shamino down as it was... but he didn't feel a need to explain himself. On the contrary, Shamino should look forward to an early start. With that in mind, the director's right hand moved forward as he extended his index finger, sliding the mug turned-ash tray closer to the edge, towards Shamino.
"Appearances dictate you'll be needing a new coffee mug. My complimentary gift to you."
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Post by Shamino Warhen Ph.D on Apr 9, 2009 22:27:10 GMT 1
Shamino smiled kindly towards the Director, taking a final pull from his smoke before dropping it into the mug. He stood then, flattening out his jacket and adjusting his jewelery as he then gave a two fingered salute to the Director. "I don't drink the stuff, stunts your growth." He commented, and before any further retort was possible, Shamino had exited the office and shut the door with a small click.
He moved through the building until he was into the sunny outside. Opening the door to his three-quarters-of-a-million-dollars vehicle and slipping inside. He pressed the simple 'start' button on the dash, and immediately enjoyed a cool burst of air conditioning and his backside heated by the leather seats. He drove off with a large roar of the super charged engine, off to get some final work done before his true work began.
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