THETA STONE
Aries ♈
Posts: 67
Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Sky
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 22, 2013 5:14:05 GMT
“you’re a lucky girl. We happen to be able to fetch our own coffee on our own time here.”
Theta laughed; the sound warm and genuine. "I'm happy to hear that all of your legs are in working order," she replied, trying not to remember how many times she'd wanted to say similar words to the men at her old office. Well, similar, but in a much different tone. A much angrier tone. Theta had always been one to speak her mind, but she sincerely disliked starting trouble. Teasing was one thing, but instigating a confrontation was quite the other. But she refused to be a doormat any longer -- not that she expected Jack to walk all over her. No, in fact, she was beginning to suspect quite the opposite. He'd truly meant that all his employees were valuable; after all, here he was giving her the grand tour on his own time, when he easily could have gotten an underling to do it. Or he could have skipped the whole thing. And then she would have been truly back to square one. She found herself easily returning his smile, glad again that karma had given her a new opportunity.
Her eyes returned to the pictures outside as he ventured an explanation, nodding in thought. There were families of doctors and lawyers . . . but there always seemed to be rebels in those families. Someone who would rather take the road less traveled. But she supposed that wasn't Jack. He couldn't have been much older than her, but he was successful and well respected. Some of it, undoubtedly, had to come from his family, and the name Carrington. The name Stone didn't pull quite as much influence. It was common and dull; once Theta had dreamed of making it something fantastic, but she wasn't a naive little girl anymore. The world had taught her that reality was a harsh check. New York truly was a jungle, and to make something of yourself, you had to fight. And Theta, despite her fiery spirit, hesitated to join that fight. You have a gentle heart. Her father's words rang in her ears with bittersweet emotion. It meant she wasn't cut out to join that survival of the fittest cliche . . . not that she was too upset about it. She was a different breed; a different sort of bird, despite being born and raised in Chelsea.
But the hourglass; Theta's eyes were drawn back to the centerpiece, and she smiled slightly to herself, "That explains it," she murmured -- watching the sand fall. Hourglasses and pocket-watches had always been curious objects to her. The whole idea of time was woven into their very design . . . and at times it unnerved her at how endlessly it was ticking away. But there was silence, and it was clearly time to go. Theta walked past Jack, offering him a smile of thanks for being so much the gentleman. She was unused to that too. After being treated like a glorified maid, having a door held open for you was rather being treated like a princess. It was a wonderful change, and she didn't intend to take it for granted.
She followed his lead at his side, studying the halls, committing them to memory, should she ever need to navigate them. Theta liked to be prepared for anything. But as he roaming gaze slid to her left, she noted Jack's almost melancholy silence again. It grew more tangible in the air as he spoke, and she nodded, making her feel slightly confused -- and more useless -- once again. She had a feeling that there was a lot to Mr. Jack Carrington . . . things that most people were barred from seeing. And she didn't want to intrude; but she disliked seeing him discomforted. She made her study of the hall short and sweet, and returned his smile with a warm one of her own, following him back toward the elevator. It seemed they both had floors that unnerved them; some way, some how.
Theta found herself watching the light go off in the elevator as they reached the fourth floor -- wondering about her new employer. But he was speaking again, and she found herself listening without effort. He was just a pleasant person; and he seemed to be more relaxed now that they had gone down a story. She smiled and nodded, "No deck seven for the boss, hmm?" she asked; there was kindness in her eyes. She was politely concerned; that growingly familiar warmth in her eyes. She couldn't imagine being so busy, all the time. She liked her time to herself . . . that time could not always be spent at the workplace. She thoroughly enjoyed her escapes, and she believed everyone needed them now and again. Even cool and collected Jack Carrington. Maybe him most of all.
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Jack Carrington
Capricorn ♑
Posts: 114
Age: Twenty-seven
Occupation: Lawyer
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Kassie
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Post by Jack Carrington on Jun 25, 2013 3:53:51 GMT
Jack laughed heartily; he folded his hands behind him and nodded in the direction of the main lobby. “Unfortunately not.” Jack smiled. He lead Theta into the waiting room; the firm had many of them. The waiting room here was mainly for administrative purposes; for those clients who strictly demanded that they see Mr. Carrington; on the rare occasion that Mr. Bradford arrived to the firm, the waiting room was transformed into a lavish dining hall. The thought reminded Jack to mention the gravity of his arrivals. “Upon the rare occasion that Mr. Bradford should arrive, you should know to report here.” He nodded in the direction of the spacious living area.
“Carrington-Bradford is a silent partnership, you see, and Mr. Bradford is, clearly, that silent partner.” Jack turned his head in Theta’s direction, a very stern expression across his face. The subject of Mr. Bradford was one of vital importance; one that couldn’t afford many mistakes. “My father and Mr. Bradford are excellent companions, of course. Typically where Mr. Bradford goes, my father will go.” Jack returned his gaze to the room. The visits were daunting, and generally very stressful on the employees of Carrington-Bradford. “Mr. Bradford is not a very understanding man. When you meet him, just remember this - do not mention money, do not mention your position, and do not mention me.” Jack paused. “In fact, we all had best only talk about Mr. Bradford. He does appreciate a nice conversation about himself.”
There wasn’t much left on the fourth floor but administer offices, and of course, the administration desk. Jack turned to fact the current secretary, who did not even bother to glance up. Her black hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail, back thick-rimmed glasses pointed downwards, the green eyes behind them scanning some kind of document. She offered a rather dry ‘Good evening, Mr. Carrington’ without making eye contact with her employer. Jack smiled and nodded, “Evening, Mrs. Shipman.”
Jack nodded for Theta to return to the elevator, and Jack followed behind her. “Much like floor four, floor three will be administrative offices and meeting halls, things of the sort. Floor two, however, might be much more appealing.”
The elevator hummed its way to the third floor, where they were greeted by yet another grand window, much like one they had witnessed on deck seven. Jack entered the hall, where they were greeted by set of double doors off to the right. Within came the sound of a gavel, and the rise of a jury. Jack leaned towards the door, listening in for a moment. “The second floor is home to our beloved mock court.” Jack whispered. “Trainees visit the mock court often; law schools often use it when others are occupied.” He listened more intently, shaking his head at the opening statement of the young trainee. Silently, Jack wondered who the young man had been training under.
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THETA STONE
Aries ♈
Posts: 67
Age: 22
Occupation: Law Student/Intern
♡ Status: In a Relationship
OOC: Sky
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Post by THETA STONE on Jun 25, 2013 19:18:19 GMT
It was easy to listen to Jack; he covered everything in short order, not drolling on in the way her former employer had. She could remember his brisk overview of the building, from one of the windows of his office, that looked down into a network of cramped cubicles and miserable workers. She should have known to run then. But Theta had decided to put on a brave face, rushing into that world with her usual enthusiasm. She found that she wouldn't miss any of her former coworkers. Maybe one or two. There was Liam, who'd been her neighbor; he'd always had something witty to say to her, and he'd had a serious problem with procrastination -- but he'd always been a welcome sight. And then there had been Christina, too. A young woman about Theta's age who had been shy and quiet, but had come to be Theta's closest confidant of that office. The two of them vented their frustrations, but Theta could never bring herself to tell Christina all her secrets. There were some things better left unsaid.
The young woman nodded, and her expression flickered with curiosity at the mention of Mr. Bradford. She'd been wondering when she'd see, or hear, about him. Apparently he worked more behind the scenes, something that had occurred to Theta earlier now that Jack spoke about it in more detail. She took note of his serious expression, her dark gaze firmly upon him. Whatever he had to say was clearly important; probably something she should commit to memory.
Mr. Bradford didn't seem very agreeable in her opinion, and she was glad the firm saw so little of him. Maybe it was best he remained silent. But Theta didn't dare let that slight amusement register in the form of a mischievous smile on her face. For once, she steeled herself, and nodded; she couldn't afford to make a mess of things with a teasing comment, especially when Jack was so stern. She made a mental note to be on her best behavior should she ever meet Mr. Bradford.
Theta resumed her easy walk as she followed Jack, eyes taking in the fourth floor with no less enthusiasm than she had seen the other floors. Well, except maybe floor six. That was one place she would not mind never seeing again. Unpleasant chills ran up her arms at the thought, as a sudden pair of cruel gray eyes flashed in her mind's eye. Theta gave herself a little shake, tossing her hair over her shoulder, and focused on Mr. Carrington again -- her eyes flicking to the woman typing away at her desk. Theta smiled kindly, though it was probably for nothing -- the woman hadn't looked up for Jack, and she doubted she would look up for her.
She was curious to move on, and stepped back into the elevator at Jack's nod, her smile reappearing at the thought of another curiosity hidden somewhere on one of these floors. She'd found mock trials incredibly enjoyable once, and she was eager to see one again -- it had to be more exciting when it was actual lawyers practicing, and not self-conscious high school students.
Her gaze took in the room as Jack murmured more of the details. She nodded and listened to something one of the trainees was saying, before returning her attention to Mr. Carrington, brows raising as she considered his expression. "Did he just lose his case?" she asked quietly, a hint of a smile forming on her face. There was something about trials and court cases that had always piqued Theta's interest, and for a moment she wondered where she might have been had she had the diligence of some of these training lawyers.
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