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 10, 2013 18:16:40 GMT
Theta couldn't help but smile to herself as she looked over her desk situated in the main foyer of Carrington-Bradford. She really couldn't be happier. For the first time in years, things seemed to be looking up for the young woman. Here, no one trampled on her, and she enjoyed what she did.
At first, she hadn't been sure what it would be like; organizing paperwork, setting up appointments, talking with clients -- it had been a lot to take in. But she liked being busy, liked feeling like she was doing something useful with her time. It was a lot of work, but nothing she couldn't handle. In fact, for her first time as an assistant, she was doing brilliantly. Thanks to her fondness for organization, everything was where it should, with nothing out of place. She'd truly meant it when she'd told Jack, her boss, that she'd give the job her all.
Just now she was going over Mr. Carrington's appointments, scanning the list of names she had penned into his agenda. He really did cater to a large list of people, and of course New York was never short of lawsuits. She'd been getting things ready for the day for about a half hour now, and it was early yet. Employees trickled in through the wide glass doors, greeting her by name. That in itself was still a wonder to her. In her last job, she'd been simply "the temp." Not here. Here she was Miss Stone. The professional ring of it gave Theta an almost juvenile feeling of glee, but she didn't care. "Good morning, Martin," she called out; she'd never forget the man for the look of relief that had spread across his face the moment Jack had told him Theta had been hired. It seemed he would be eternally grateful for her appearance that day.
Returning to the paperwork before her, Theta flipped through crisp manilla envelopes; organizing all of Jack's messages and faxes for when he came in. If he wasn't already here. Her employer was quite the enigma, and quite frankly he fascinated her. She'd never met anyone like him. The thought of it had the beginnings of a slight brush rising in her cheeks, and she began looking over her already impeccable desk for something to clean -- in the hopes of distracting herself.
In the end, she'd decided instead to simply grab a cup of coffee, so rising, she smoothed down her vibrant red blouse and made her way toward the frequently used machine. It seemed everyone in New York needed their daily caffeine fix. She'd thought that as she stepped into the building this morning as half-asleep pedestrians fluttered by in search of the nearest Starbucks of Dunkin' Donuts. Luckily, there wasn't a line at the one in the Carrington-Bradford legal office. Filling a cup, she returned to her desk, sipping at it as she booted up her computer for the day.
As she waited for it to load, Theta absently adjusted her high ponytail. She'd been trying all sorts of new things with her wardrobe and hair since being hired; the enthusiasm of a new job hadn't quite died out yet. She looked professional, but lovely. Looking at her, the last thing one would guess was that she had love for anything with an engine -- especially cars. That just yesterday her father had called her up to fix up the old family car; that twenty-four hours ago she'd been in overalls, covered in motor oil, and happy as could be with something to fiddle with.
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Jonathan Tucci
Aries ♈
Posts: 31
Age: 26
Occupation: Music producer
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Jenny
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Post by Jonathan Tucci on Jun 11, 2013 2:14:17 GMT
The last thing someone who had been out partying until the sun broke over the horizon bringing that unforgiving thing that so many people called morning, really wanted was to receive bad news. Johnny's playboy lifestyle ran in a direct parallel with his professionalism. It was that age old question of which came first; the chicken or the egg? Only, in his case the question became; did he party like a rock star because he worked in the field or did he work in the field so he could party like a rock star? It was something that could have been heavily debated by intellects until they were blue in the face but whatever conclusion they might have come to, whatever side of the fence they might have fallen on one thing was certain- the two still went hand in hand.
Johnny squinted in a lazy attempt to shield his eyes from the sun as his cell started to jingle its annoying tune, completely non-conducive to the hangover that he was currently sporting. Answering, the one on the other end made him want to hang up instantly let alone the news they were delivering to him. Johnny didn't need this. Not first thing, not when he was sleep deprived and in need of a handful of aspirin, hell- not even at all. And yet, there that nagging voice was, still in his ear having Johnny stopping in the middle of the sidewalk to pinch the bridge of his nose trying to calm the irritation that was building inside of him. "You're fucking brilliant, you know that!" He wasn't shouting but his tone clearly delivered the message to the recipient. A business woman was walking by, having the gall to stare at him like he had three heads. "Keep walking, Lady." Johnny gave her a threatening look before returning to his phone call. "No, not you, Dipshit. Why do I even pay you if you can't keep these- you know what, I'll handle it. You deal with the press."Hanging up Johnny cursed hailing himself a cab to make a quick run home for a shower and to change. If he was going to get his company a new lawyer, a respectable one that knew what they were doing, then he couldn't go in looking like the hot mess that he currently did.
He was still furious and fuming as he had his driver pull up in front of Carrington-Bradford, the black town car clearly displaying his wealth. It was all about presentation, right and luckily for Johnny, he cleaned up well. His hair was slicked back and out of his face, he wore a suit, high end and personally tailored, Italian leather shoes, designer watch, and even a briefcase. If not for the expense of his attire, he might have looked like he worked in the building himself. Instead, he was presenting himself as the high profile client that he was. Tucci Records dealt with all sorts of musicians signed to their label and by extension, whatever firm represented his father's company, not only made millions on retainer with Johnny's business alone, but also tended to get the high profile cases that put lawyers names on the map.
Carrington was a well known name already, however, it never hurt to have more going for you. He needed coffee, desperately and though had one in his system already- Johnny had been up for the past forty-eight hours celebrating the start of one of his clients summer tour kick off. Running a hand through his hand he smiled and held the door open for a woman to pass through before passing it himself and heading to the elevator to see if he could get a meeting with Carrington. It was a walk-in appointment, which he did suspect was the normal course of etiquette here but He was Johnny Tucci, exceptions were often made, especially when the chance to make boat loads of money was on the line. Slipping up to the assistant's desk he put on his most charming smile for the pretty young thing. "Hey Doll, your boss doesn't happen to be in, does he?"
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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 11, 2013 22:56:22 GMT
Theta hummed softly under her breath as she looked over the loading screen. Unlike most of New York, she hadn't been out partying all weekend. She hadn't even had a drink to celebrate her new job yet; instead, she'd become a social recluse for the weekend. Even so, she had enjoyed herself; Friday night she spent curled up on her couch, watching some old sappy romance movie, eating her favorite cookie dough ice cream. The chick-flick hadn't been her goal though, it was the crappy science fiction movie that she'd been after. The young woman had a soft spot for bad sci-fi. Probably something she'd picked up from her older brother. She wished he could have came over, it would have been more fun to have someone laughing with her at the cheesy effects and mediocre acting. Saturday she'd pinned up her hair and cleaned the whole apartment, she even went out and bought flowers to spruce the place up a bit. It wasn't a bad thing, what she had going. And Sunday, Sunday she's spent her morning at Central Park, jogging, and afterwards had run over to her parents' in the afternoon to fix up the old station wagon. She still wanted to replace the tires, but her father shooed her off before she could make a run to the store.
The computer on her desk never took long to load -- Theta was used to finding some other work to distract herself for fifteen minutes while the old thing at her former job had booted up, but this one was ready in a minute or two. Without wasting time, she began going through files;organizing schedules, fitting in new meetings, and deleting canceled appointments. She quickly went to her company email and began to sort through it all, clicking away with relative speed. Once, the phone rang, and she picked up, answering with a fluid, warm tone. "Yes, of course. I'm sure he'll understand. Would you like to reschedule?" she began to jot down notes on the Carrington-Bradford pad that had been on her desk her first day. "I have an opening for next week Wednesday, at ten-thirty. Would that be all right?" the pen tapped the paper lightly at Theta ran her eyes across the screen -- rechecking the calendar, just in case, before it began to scribble down the new appointment and the name of the client on the phone. "See you next week, then. Have a nice day -- goodbye," she concluded, pushing the pad closer to her keyboard, as to not forget it. Her fingers quickly began to edit the calendar, stroking over the keys with little effort. It seemed she was perfect at this sort of thing. She found the whole system interesting, she even meant to ask Jack if he would mind if she accompanied him to court one of these days -- just to watch. Theta had no trouble organizing the clients and appointments, but it was probably a lot different on the other side of the fence; where the action took place.
After finishing up, she took a quick sip of coffee, eyes flicking up to a young man walking towards her desk. She took a moment to look him up and down -- not to admire his physique, but to look over the expensive clothing he was outfitted in. No doubt, someone wealthy. Someone important. But really . . . someone very wealthy. She half-wondered if he expected special treatment, but she didn't think that was the way things worked with Jack Carrington. He was ever the gentleman, polite to everyone -- warm and welcoming . . . he just made you feel . . . special. One client was treated the same as the last, with the utmost courtesy. Blinking, Theta lowered her cup and smiled toward the man.
"Hey Doll, your boss doesn't happen to be in, does he?"
For a moment, something flickered in Theta's eyes. The name he used, "doll" reminded her of a man from back at the banking branch . . . but she quickly brushed it off -- refusing to acknowledge the uncomfortable memory. "I'm not sure, let me ring his office, your name please?" she replied, able to offer him another polite smile. He was rather handsome; standing there, dressed to impress, no doubt. However, just as the phone began to ring, Theta noticed a man in the door -- looking sharp and cool as always. Undoubtedly, Jack Carrington.
Quickly placing the phone back in the receiver, she stood, nodding towards the door, "There he is now; you're just in time," she said with a small smile. She didn't want Jack to be pounced on by clients the moment he walked in the door, but she didn't see a way around it.
{ ooc } Kassie asked for a cue for Jack, for when she gets on to post, so yeah xD
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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 22, 2013 4:33:46 GMT
| Friday, June 22nd. 11:55 p.m. Carrington-Bradford.
"P ardon me,” Jack wedged his way between the crowded men and women along the sidewalk. Jack typically didn’t take the sidewalk route, rather, he preferred to be driven. Seeing as how the sun was shining and his driver was unavailable for the day, Jack was forced to walk after the cab dropped him off in front of the bakery. Jack was thankful that he wasn’t due in the office until noon on Wednesdays, as it always gave him time to perform more leisurely tasks such as visiting his ever-favored Kirkwell’s. The walk from Kirkwell’s was only down the street. However, it took an eternity to get from one block to the next while attempting to swim against the current. A paper bag in hand, Jack had finally squeezed his way to the front of Carrington-Bradford. Glancing around for a moment to regain his composure, Jack brushed himself off before pushing through the front door of the lobby; he was greeted to Theta behind her desk, and a taller man leaning casually against the marble.
The two turned their attention to him at once; Theta, as always, looking chipper to see him. Jack smiled at her first, always happy to see her in return. She truly meant something to Jack in the short time he had gotten to know her, always brining a bit of brightness to his day. Secondly, Jack addressed the man standing at the counter. Before speaking to the man, Jack placed the brown paper bag on the desk before Theta. “Afternoon, my dear.” The bag emitted a savory aroma, fresh out of the oven. Jack offered Theta a smile before turning his full attention over to the man at the counter. He held out a hand, wrist adorned with the latest Rolex model. “Jack Carrington. Can I help you?”
*** I'M SO SORRY THIS WAS SO SHORT. Please don't kill me. The next post will just have to be extra fabulous. |
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Jonathan Tucci
Aries ♈
Posts: 31
Age: 26
Occupation: Music producer
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Jenny
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Post by Jonathan Tucci on Jun 24, 2013 4:46:23 GMT
Carrington; that sly dog. He would have a pretty receptionist to do his bidding. Why the hell not, right? If you were going to have to look at someone’s face the majority of the day it might as well be a pleasant one. Johnny would have done the same if it hadn’t been advised having a younger male that he could boss around to do his bidding would be a long term solution and avoid potential lawsuits when the girl realized that Johnny was only really interested in sleeping with her, and only for as long as it suited him. In any case, that morning he was seriously considering firing his assistant. It posed the question as to whether or not this woman was really any good at her job or simply eye candy. A quick look at the state of her desk it was cleanly but busy indicating that she kept herself moving around a lot. Fair enough. She probably had to in order to keep up with all the things that filed through her desk.
”Sure.” Johnny made himself comfortable while he waited for her to give her boss a ring, smiling back. Instead her attention seemed to draw to the door and she hung up. That could only mean one thing in his mind; her boss had been located. He paused a moment straightening himself back out before turning to meet the other man. Carrington was younger than Johnny would have expected him to be but he looked the part just as Johnny looked his. With family names came greater opportunities. He was sure that Jack was a great lawyer but he might not have had such a successful firm at his age if not for his father. The same was said of Johnny, he was sure. It didn’t matter though. The only thing that he cared about was results and he had a certain rape charge to get his rapper cleared of as quick as possible. It might not have been the kind of work that Carrington preferred but he was a lawyer- it was his job.
The first greeting was giving to the receptionist. Perhaps not the wisest business move but it was the chivalrous one. Johnny didn’t fault him too much for it. If Jack wanted to be a gentleman that was his choice. The wealth was displayed on Carrington. Dress the way you want to be viewed- that had been a common saying in the Tucci household and why Johnny had gone home to clean himself up from the previous night of partying and change into something that made him look respectable. His hand met Jack’s and gave a firm shake. ”I’m Jonathan Tucci.” Introductions were always accompanied with a pause so people could have the time to make the connection to the record label by the same name; Tucci. It was his father’s empire and would soon be his once the old man died, though as it stood it was looking like he was going to live forever. Just as well, Johnny didn’t mind the waiting game.
”I represent my family’s company. We’re looking for new firm to have on our retainer.” He offered a sympathetic smile. ”Unfortunately we’ve come into a position of changing hands. Naturally Carrington-Bradford was the obvious choice for us.” Johnny could be professional just as easily as the next guy putting on that charismatic tone and seeming like a genuine, good upstanding member of society. ”It’s actually some matter of urgency so if you have the time to discuss your terms and hear our present dilemma I would be very much appreciative, Mr. Carrington.”
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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 24, 2013 5:22:12 GMT
Theta allowed herself a moment of study; the man on the other side of her dance was obviously someone of importance. And he was handsome. But she was working, and this was not the time to be caught appreciating a client's good looks. Maybe she was a hypocrite for that, though, when she thought of Jack -- but the young woman quickly brushed the thought away. But she had noted the mystery client eyeing her desk, and she felt a small flush of pride. Bradbury picked on her for her neatness, but Theta considered it a valuable virtue. It didn't even matter that he probably didn't care one way or another what the state of her desk was -- the fact was people did look. She made a mental note to tell her brother. Sometimes she swore it was like they were still children, frustrating the daylights out of each other.
She offered the young man a smile, before her eyes were drawn to Jack -- and her grin widened. Theta was always happy to see Jack, and at the moment, she was relieved he had stepped in -- almost as if on cue. The man standing with them was high up the social ladder, probably right alongside Jack. And so far she hadn't dealt with any of those more high caliber clients. Would he have been angry if he had been made to wait? She'd heard horror stories of that kind of thing from her friends before, and she wasn't sure how she'd handle the situation. Thankfully, it appeared that battle was for another day.
“Afternoon, my dear.”
Theta smiled, warmth in her eyes. Normally, she liked to talk with Jack, but there was a client to be attended to. So she would save that for later. She eyed the bag that gave off such a tempting aroma, before her eyes flicked back to the stranger -- her gaze wandering towards Jack for a moment, wondering if they knew each other. But it seemed not.
Jonathan Tucci. Theta hated being nosy, but she was naturally curious. Why did she know that name? It took her a moment, but sudden recognition flared in the young woman's dark eyes. Tucci was a record label -- famous was an understatement. She took a moment to look the man up and down -- her eyes flicking to Jack. They were definitely of the same social circle. Both dressed to impress, and both did very well at the office. But it seemed as if Theta's role in this was done. Sometimes she hated that. She liked to know where clients' cases got to, and she always wanted to know more -- but she disliked the idea of bothering Jack. He was too busy, he didn't need her questions. Unless he needed her for something, it would likely be a few hours before any more clients stepped in.
It had been a slow day so far, and she doubted that even the arrival of Jonathan Tucci would change that.
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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 24, 2013 6:36:50 GMT
| Jonathan Tucci...Tucci Records. Jack put two and two together at once, largely on account of the fact that Tucci records had been something under William Carrington’s watch list for sometime. Jack hardly knew what it was about his father that made him feel so defensive about the power of Carrington-Bradford, but it was clear and present, and very possibly dangerous. Jack, however, would be perfectly content with handing it over to the next Carrington in line aside from himself; unfortunately, that future was looking rather bleak for Mr. Carrington.
Jack grinned and nodded, though something prodded Jack. Something told him that Carrington-Bradford had hardly been on Jonathan’s mind until the tough times had made an appearance, but that was all very well. Carrington-Bradford was built to serve, no matter their position on the priority list. Mr. Tucci was clearly a high-paying client looking for immediate action, something he’d seen before in the common celebrity types; and if Jack knew his clients well, he knew that they loved to hear exactly what they wanted to hear. Checking his watch, Jack noted the time and knew that he may have time to spare, even if that time was short. Mr. Tucci had not called for an appointment, but Jack generally dealt with those situations often. Generally, they would be refereed to another attorney with a schedule not quite as pressing - but of course, most clients liked to visit the man in charge.
Jack grinned, nodding firmly. “A great honor, Mr. Tucci.” Jack straightened himself, gesturing towards the elevator directly behind the man. “Why don’t we step into my office? I would be more than happy to assist.” Jack could have turned to Theta and requested for his calls to be held for the short segment, or requested that his schedule be cleared for the next hour. He didn’t. As much as Mr. Tucci was that desired client willing to pay top-dollar, he was just as important as the next client on his schedule. Unfortunately, in terms of the law and its attorneys, social standing was not a matter of priority in law firms. Jack turned to Theta for brief moment and nodded a farewell before leading Mr. Tucci to the elevator.
As Mr. Carrington stepped inside, following his client, he pressed the key that would transport them to the fourth floor. Jack understood the celebrity clients well, though they were much different from him. Jack had been raised a businessman, not the entertainment industry. The only relevant similarity between the two men was that they came from old money, though their income and inheritance was spent differently, Jack assumed. Jack assumed that Mr. Tucci owned his own vehicle, sleek and expensive. Jack paid a personal driver to maneuver throughout the city. While Mr. Tucci likely lived in something more modern and efficient, Jack preferred his penthouse that resembled some version of a 1920’s mansion.
The elevator doors glided open, and the two were presented to the quiet fourth floor. Making a left, Jack approached the darkness of his office. Jack withdrew his keys from his pocket, and allowed Mr. Tucci to enter first. Following after him and ensuring that the door shut quietly behind the two, Jack started for his desk. “Please, tell me what seems to be your dilemma, Mr. Tucci.” |
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Jonathan Tucci
Aries ♈
Posts: 31
Age: 26
Occupation: Music producer
♡ Status: Single
OOC: Jenny
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Post by Jonathan Tucci on Jun 30, 2013 23:35:55 GMT
Tucci records had been with the same firm for two generations so switching over to a new one was a pretty big deal. Johnny’s father had been against it initially but the older Tucci’s good lawyer pal was getting too old for this sort of work and Johnny was convinced he was going senile. Today’s events had confirmed that for Johnny and had the leverage he’d needed to get his father to agree to this attempt to snag Carrington-Bradford’s business. He almost found himself laughing at Jack’s words, but kept that to himself. An honor was it? More like a great opportunity and a good businessman already knew that Johnny coming there in person meant big things for his firm. It was a smart matching. Carrington would always need clients and Tucci records would always need lawyers. They provided each other a mutually beneficial service.
”Sure.” Privacy was always for the best and though he was sure that Jack’s assistant knew all about confidentiality that didn’t mean he really wanted to risk someone else walking through that door and overhearing even a small bit of his conversation with Mr. Carrington. In fact, he preferred to keep his presence there under wraps because nothing was official yet. Johnny might have been a terribly loathsome playboy when it came to his personal life but he had a respectable business sense to him and that was important for Johnny to have. He could slack off in life all he wanted as long as he kept the business end up. It had been a bargain he’d struck with his dad a long time ago and continued to adhere to over the years.
He stepped into the elevator with Jack and road it up to the fourth floor staying relatively quiet along the way wanting the privacy of Mr. Carrington’s office. Johnny’s lifestyle was different than Jack’s. He had expensive things and class, but the latter he tended to keep out of mind. He liked flashy. He dove fast, foreign cars when he drove himself, which he did more often than not though car services had been used on occasion as well, even the occasional cab. His penthouse suite was a bachelor pad, with all the bells and whistles, modernized with the latest technologies and very bright, glowing white walls that he could dim down to his satisfaction to set the mood, art pieces that had the women asking all sorts of questions that Johnny made shit up for to explain his views on the abstract piece when he really didn’t know shit, he lived in that black and white world, very literally where everything was clean and appealing to the eye, shiny and new.
Making their way into the office Johnny took a seat in his appointed chair. ”We’ve been paying close attention to the cases that your firm handles and have been discussing a change of hands for quite some time now, liking your firm to take over the position.” He started giving his attention to Jack not at all shaken by the intimidation factor of the head honcho position he held sitting across from him in that chair behind his large desk. ”This change is in a necessity of happening quickly and though I apologize for the short notice we are interested to see how your firm does under pressure.” He reached into his briefcase pulling out the police report of his rapper client’s rape charge and slid it across the desk to Jack. ”One of our artists has befallen quite the snag and negotiations need to be handled between the female’s lawyer and our own. Apparently, our former lawyer was seen as offensive making her pursue her lawsuit with more aggression and threatening to take it public.” Obviously that couldn’t happen without more damage control needing to be done. It was a shitty situation, especially for the girl but Johnny’s job wasn’t to give a shit about her, it was to make sure there wasn’t too much blowback on his company.
”I was hoping that we could secure you on retainer and you see what might be done to keep all of this as quiet as possible. Ideally, we don’t want to go to trail and settle this before it gets to that point.” His hands folded over top of his briefcase. ”If all goes well then we’d like to keep you on as our permanent firm.” There was always work to be done for Tucci records from incidents like this to legal contracts, and a slew of other paperwork that needed to be legalized.
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