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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

(OOC Note: Rich's untidy office can be seen here: http://simiangrudge.no-ip.biz/summerby2/office1.jpg Mils tries, she really does, but he's kept her out seeing clients entirely too much. ;-) )

Rich was down in the lower level of the old building dropping a load of finished contracts off at Publishing and Binding when the messenger from Reception tracked him down. With an apologetic wave to the clerk behind the counter he trotted up the stairs to the ground floor to meet his prospective employee.

"Richard Summer by," he said as he offered his hand to the young woman. "Do call me Rich. Mister Summerby just gets me confused with my father, who runs the Marseilles office. And pay no attention to this old stone pile - it dates to the mid-1500s - I work out of the Annex, which has been considerably updated with modern technolog, starting from when electricity was a novelty."

He led the way through an arch and down a long hallway, then ducked through the cafeteria and out a back door into a formal garden. Across the garden was another imposing building. Rich opened a door and escorted Lucy through the huge library and over to a bank of lifts. "Wilkins," he greeted the lift operator. "Ms. Lucy Spinks. Hopefully another new hire. And the good news for the day is that your transfer to the Banking department is in the works. Well done on the examinations. My floor please."

They got off the lift at the top floor and Rich led Lucy into his somewhat disorderly office. "I apologise for the mess." He shrugged and pointed to the chair behind one if the desks then sat at the other. "Messy office means lots of deals being written. Millicent Bulstrode has been running the office for me, but she's been so good at writing new business out in the field I've scarcely given her any time to ride herd on the place."

He leaned back in his chair. "So your CV looked pretty good. Have you looked into what International Exports does, and are you interested in working here, or should I look elsewhere? As you can see, we use computers and telephones and the like here in this building but we do still have to deal with departments over in the old building which is fairly strongly stuck in the wizarding world. Oh, and excuse me for not offering earlier. I have bottled water, there's coffee on, or I can brew up a cup of tea in the microwave."