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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Richard trotted a few steps to come into the lobby of the old International Exports building at exactly 10am. His appointment was of one of the major names in the wizarding world, it wouldn't do to get off to a bad start by showing up late.

"Rich, please, or Bee, Ms. Bulstrode," he replied with a smile, taking her hand. As always, he was careful to give a warm, professional handshake, moderating the strength in his hand to suit the person he was greeting. "A convenience when more than one Summerby works here. If you don't mind, we've a short walk ahead of us. I'm over in the Annex."

He led the way out the back of the reception area, down a short hall, and into a carefully maintained formal garden. "IE had the Annex built in the late 1800s when some of the more progressive senior partners decided we had better have a place where that new-fangled technology thing could be accomodated. It has taken a bit of work over the years, but things like electricity and telephones have been worked into the scheme of things."

On the other side of the garden they went into the back of an obviously newer building, through what was obviously a library, and into the back of a lobby where there were several lifts. Escorting Millicent into the lift he spoke with the young operator, "Two for the top, Wilson, This is Ms. Bulstrode. With any luck on my part, she'll be working here. And how are you coming with that paper I assigned on global currency comparisons?" The young man grinned. "I see now why you wanted me to do it, sir. There's an almost beautiful logic to the whole thing." "Watch yourself, or you'll end up assigned to Gringotts. Better brush up on your GobbledeyGook."

Out of the elevator and around the corner was the door to Richard's office , which was its usual disaster area. "Each of these folders and folios represents a contract currently in progress. When everything is finished and the paperwork cleaned up, it goes over to publishing in the old building and is kept in that library we came through for future reference." There were two comfortable chairs, behind two identical desks at the end of the room under the skylight. Rich motioned Millicent into one of them and took a seat in the other. "I've coffee, or I can ring down for tea, if you wish. You said you were interested in the Office Manager position. What do you bring to the table?"