an inquiry Who: Leah Clearwater and James Petersen, !Closed What: The 'evil' manager wants an opinion When: April 19th 2010 Where: His office in the main house Rating: TBA, nothing dirty, but there may be some language Status: Incomplete
It wouldn't matter what door she opened first, it would immediately open into his office. It was a little trick he enjoyed really. He could only be found when he wanted to be found. Any other time that door would lead to some other part of the main house, but this one time it lead directly to him, if anyone else opened the door behind her he would not be found. Oddly it kept him safe, yet still odd was that he invited one of the more dangerous creatures, in his mind, he had collected thus far.
He was sitting behind a massive antique desk, his name 'James Petersen' engraved on a gold plaque that sat on the front, leaning back in a chair that only CEOs and top executive types saw in catalogs. His feet were propped up on a leather blotter that kept the surface of the fine desk from being marred by anything. His fingers laced behind his head.
He wasn't trying to impress her, he doubted he could really. He wasn't a mind reader in the slightest. He just simply looked as if this was where he belonged.