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Grayson Charles Whiteley (banker_man) wrote in oldwest_rpg,
@ 2008-05-07 01:52:00

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abigail lee, grayson whiteley

Who: Grayson Whiteley and Abigail "Tiger Eyes" Lee
Where: Outside of New Shelby Trust (The Bank)
When: May 7, 1867, Noon
Status: Incomplete
Summary: Time for lunch and TBD

Grayson Whiteley was respected more then his father was among the employees at New Shelby Trust. When he'd taken over the business when his father had passed the year before, he implemented many different employee benefits that caused the morale amongst the workers to go up. Productivity went up and customers were more satisfied with the level of service they received. It was simple to Grayson what this meant. That employees who were treated fairly, would do a good job, making everything on a whole better. He'd enforced mandatory lunch breaks for all of his employees. At first he thought he'd do it in shifts, but so often the workers would want to eat together, he decided that closing up the shop from noon to one pm wouldn't hurt business too much and his workers could all go eat together. He joined them, on Tuesdays and Thursdays usually, to keep up with their lives, and to show them he cared, but at the same time he wanted to give them space so that they could express whatever displeasures they had, and didn't feel like he was intruding.

So with all of the bank employee's long gone to find somewhere to eat, he locked the door and as it was Wednesday, he made no plans to join them. He was thinking about what he was going to have for dinner to be honest. He hadn't told Fola to fix him anything specific like he normally did, his mind too busy on work this morning to specify. He hoped she'd make something that was different then what he normally would have requested. It would make for a nice change and force him to try something new. He wasn't a picky man, but he did like the patterns that his life had started to take. He realized this made him a creature of habit, and really that didn't bother him.

Placing his derby on his head he turned to go down the steps of the bank and was face to face with somebody. "Closed up until one I'm afraid...lunch break for everybody." he apologized. Some customers forgot that they closed up at noon so that everybody could go out and have a nice meal.

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abigail_lee
2008-05-07 04:50 am UTC (link)

Abigail "Tiger Eyes" Lee did not trust banks. She preferred to keep her money in The Red Dragon where she knew it would be relatively safe from outlaws, at least as safe as her life since she would fight for it if it came down to that. She had fought it for years, but finally one of her long-time employees, perhaps you could even call him a friend, had finally broken through her defenses and convinced her to put her money in the New Shelby Trust.

She decided to venture outside the opium den around noon to sniff out the bank. She was still wary of the idea and was not about to place her money in just anyone's hands. She was not the type to go off half-cocked and risk her father's legacy and her life's work in some enterprise that could not protect her holdings. As a woman she knew she had to take even more care not to lose everything to the calculating and unscrupulous men that had that set their sights on her little place in the world. Some thought she was paranoid, but Tiger Eyes knew her fears were justified. She was averse to letting go of even a portion of her funds to these people, however, she recognized the common sense of not keeping all of her money in one place. If she were to be raided at some point and could not successfully protect her possessions, at least she would have what was kept in the bank, and vice versa.

As she reached the steps of the bank, she stood staring at it, willing herself to take the plunge and just go the fuck in. However, some cocksucker was standing there telling her the bank was closed. "Just my goddamn luck," she hissed, taking this as a sign from the Almighty hisself that perhaps the bank was not a good idea. She scowled at the man in front of her. "When does it re-open?" She asked, trying to not sound annoyed as hell.

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banker_man
2008-05-07 01:16 pm UTC (link)

Grayson studied the woman briefly. He recognized her from somewhere, perhaps around town, but he knew nothing of her. He was not, you see, a patron of her den, and because he knew she wasn't a customer, she must be somebody new. Being the good business man he was though, he decided to reply as if she were a person who was interested in opening an account, and thus needed his full attention, even if that wasn't her intent for the day.

"Bank closes up during the lunch hour so the employee's can have a nice noon time break for a meal, but please, come on in. I can help you with whatever you're looking to do today?" he said quickly unlocking the door and pulling it open for her.

He was a gentleman, for the most part. Well for the majority of the part, and he hadn't really dealt with any women customers recently. Most of the time it was males that were tending to their family accounts or to their business accounts. He employed two females out of five employees, not because he was sexist, but because he hired based on ability. He had a great respect for women, as most men did, and wanted to make sure that he treated them fairly. "I don't recognize you as a customer Miss..." he trailed off not knowing her name, "Are you interested in our establishment?" he inquired, coming out of his thoughts.

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abigail_lee
2008-05-09 02:57 am UTC (link)

Tiger Eyes raised an eyebrow as the man re-opened the bank just for her. She was not easily won over, but the gesture did not go unnoticed. She silently followed him up the stairs and went through the door when he held it open for her.

"The name's Abigail Lee, but I go by Tiger Eyes," she told him, eying him cautiously. He seemed to be a gentleman, and politeness was something that always seemed suspicious to her. To Abigail, selfishness and deceit were more intrinsic to human nature than kindness. After a moment had passed, she decided the man looked trustworthy enough to do business with, so she tried to reserve further judgment.

"Yes, I'm interested in opening an account. I own The Red Dragon opium den not far down the street, and I'd like to put some of my savings here," she stated flatly.

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banker_man
2008-05-10 08:41 pm UTC (link)

"Tiger Eyes it is then." he said with a genial nod. What an odd woman. She looked intriguing though. Then again, things from the Orient were meant to be that way he figured and they usually continued to be. He'd never been a patron of Miss Lee's establishment, as he was more interested in spending his time a the brothel, but he'd always wondered what went on behind closed doors.

"Well I'm Grayson Whiteley, I own this here bank." he replied to her, following her in and then heading towards the counter. "We've been New Shelby's foremost bank since it's become popular to live here again. We have several bussiness who do their banking with us, and many, many induiduals." He opened upt he hinged gate that lead to behind the counter for her and waited. He always took business clients up to his office to disscuss accounts, and because she was a business owner, even if she was only opening up accounts for herself, he would take her to his office anyway. He was more comfortable there.

"Woud you be opening an account for your business miss or just your own personal earnings from The Red Dragon Den?" He asked, filing away this information.

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abigail_lee
2008-05-11 12:42 am UTC (link)

Tiger Eyes glanced surreptitiously around the bank. It's interior was nice, and this Grayson Whiteley character seemed like he knew what he was doing. She had heard of the name Whiteley but hadn't known Grayson or his father in person. She listened to his little spiel about the bank, as she stepped through the open gate and followed him to his office.

It was best that Grayson had allowed her to come in while no one else was at the bank, as lots of people around would probably have made her change her mind about opening an account. Tiger Eyes was still on edge about this new business venture, but Grayson was slowly gaining her respect. At least enough for her to take a seat opposite the desk in his office.

She thought about his question for a minute before deciding. "A business account," she said curtly. "How do we do this? I brought some money with me," she told him, as she removed a large money pouch from her coat pocket and set it on his desk with a thud.

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banker_man
2008-05-11 02:13 pm UTC (link)

Besides the bank, the Whiteley's were fairly well known around town. They did business with a lot of people and it wasn't that they were constantly in the gossip but there was some talk around their family. And if Miss Lee had some unsavory character types, perhaps the one of the Dooger gang, come in to her place of business, she may have heard them talking about Mister Whiteley and New Shelby Trust as well.

Leading her upstairs, Grayson thought of the things he'd need to do to open her account. He went through the steps in his head as he always did. Grayson, while at the bank, was all business. At least, he tried to be.

Once settled he picked up a pen and his ledger and wrote down the Business name and her name, what she preferred to be called and the date. "Just some paperwork that I can fill out for you. Do you happen to know how much you want to start with? And how many transactions you'd like to make a month?" these questions would help him decide what sort of account would be best for her. That and how much in service fee's she'd be paying.

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