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omearac (omearac) wrote in darkestdays,
@ 2009-11-07 00:36:00

WHO: Conor and Shannon
WHERE: O'Meara Offices
WHEN: Friday 9am
WHAT: Meet and greet
RATING: TBD

His office was sparse. Conor had never been one for decorations, diploma's framed on the wall, a family picture on the desk and several solid pieces of furniture did the job. It was all well made and suited its purpose just as Conor would have it. His father's office had been more lived in, but the man had worked there for more years than Conor had been alive so some things clearly came with time and Conor was only now beginning to order things after a many year absence. Crime boss or no, there was legitimate business to maintain. No family could survive without it and shipping had always been the O'Meara's front.

Manifests were stacked high on his desk, he'd put Rory to work with the secretary. Hopefully she'd find some appropriately boring filing for him to spend his day of suspension taking care of while Conor did a long list of things that he didn't want to do.

First on that list was meet with his babysitter. Perhaps it wasn't quite like that but for a man desperate to make certain he had his own footing in the wake of his father's death... this was not what he wanted. Fucking politics. The cup of coffee that steamed on his desk wasn't quite enough to take the edge of his irritation off, but it helped. At least until his babysitter arrived it would.

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shannonokelly
2009-11-09 04:51 am UTC (link)

The heels of Shannon O'Kelly's stiletto boots clicked and clacked on the path as she walked, making her way to Conor O'Meara's office. She wasn't looking forward to this... not at all! She loved her job, she really did. But, asking her to babysit a mob boss because he had unfavourable connections... was not her pint of whiskey. As unfavourable as the Fee woman was, she disliked being put into the position she was now in. Two employers, two sets of orders to follow... and, what was worse, they were certain to conflict more often than not. This just... was not good. At least she had the comfort of her brothers. And it had been that, of all things, that had made her agree to this.

Shannon knew she was in a precarious position, and knew it was dangerous. But she was a tough, and dedicated woman and would do as she was told to the best of her ability. Men stopped to look at her as she walked the docks clad in knee-high snakeskin stilettos, an black pencil skirt that cut off mid-thigh, and a pale pink and black camisole covered by an emerald green coat. She carried a large purse and a brief case, which she adjusted in her hand as she pushed the door open to the main building and found herself shown into Conor's office.

She entered through the door with confidence and smiled slightly as she inclined her head. "Conor."

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omearac
2009-11-09 07:11 am UTC (link)

His connections were quite favorable as far as he was concerned. The fight that had raged in Ireland for more years then he cared to recount was just that a fight in Ireland and for all intents and purposes, Conor had his own war on his hands on his own soil. He needed all the allies he could get. Fee had proven herself time and again during his tour of the homeland so to speak which was why he'd asked her to return to the states with him. That and she could blow something up more effectively then any other person he'd ever met and that was saying something all things considered.

His secretary buzzed in that his 9am appointment was here and Conor clicked away from the emails that always did seem to pile up and took a sip of his coffee. He could hear her before he saw her, had to be shoes. Conor wasn't exactly an expert on women's apparel but had to be some pair of shoes if she made that much noise. And likely not practical. Yet another reason he was glad to be male.

His estimation was right when she entered his office. Conor stood, smoothing down the steel gray tie that he wore, his suit jacket hung behind him on the chair. "Shannon O'Kelly," he even put his hand out in greeting. Conor could play nice.

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shannonokelly
2009-11-12 07:12 pm UTC (link)

She smiled and took his hand as he offered, shaking it firmly. Well, least it was a warm hand which made her feel a bit better. "Nice ta meet ye finally. I am sorry about th' circumstances." She really was, she didn't want to babysit anymore than he wanted her to. Still, they would get through it and if she was lucky... with both sides coming out the better for it. "Shall we get down to it then? I don' wanna be wastin' yer time... an' I'll be needin' to chat with ye about yer weapons which is much mair fun."

She took a seat in a chair and crossed her legs, adjusting her skirt before running a hand through her fiery hair. "I want ye ta know, Conor, tha' I've no intention of followin' ye around takin' notes. "We jist want ta make certain ye're no givin' aid to the UVF an' like organisations, an' in return for yer cooperation ye've full access to me an' my arsenal. I can get anythin' ye want, an' as close to manufacture price as I can manage... an' as I'm damn good at what I do... well..." She took out a packet of Lucky Strikes and lit one, taking a sharp drag before exhaling the smoke away from Conor's face to be polite. "I'm here for ye as much as I am here for th' IRA. So I plan ta make our time here as bearable as possible." She was, after all, friendly and laid-back and nice enough. She was just used to taking control of situations, which was rather obvious.

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