Open Doors at Hamlet Enterprises|(Romeo)INACTIVE

[hamlet]

Harry put his feet up on the desk and his eyes stared at the computer screen displaying his email account. He listened as his assistant manager rant on his cell phone about how several reports have been back logged and the fact Chandler has missed several business meetings over the last few weeks.

Harry rolled his eyes and sighed with exasperation. Yes, he's been quite distracted as of late. Was he not allowed a leave of freakin absence? Even a break? Nothing major has happened recently accept...oh yeah, the original CEO of the company died. The same CEO who happened to be his father. Yes, no big deal.

And now he had to put on a show, just in case he decided to take action on just a simple gut feeling. A gut feeling that his uncle did more than just open a door and walk through in order gain control of the company.

"Harry, you haven't even answered share holder phone calls."

Harry glanced at his office phone which displayed several ignored messages.

"So what?" Harry said simply, removing his feet from the desk and standing.

"...so what?"

"Yeah. I mean, think about it. These share holders invested their money in this company," He paced around and grabbed a pen from the desk. Tossing it in the air and catching it a few times, he continued, "...and investments take patience. The most money is earned when thoughts are centered on the long term. Right?"

"...right? Chandler, where are you going with this?"

Harry paced towards his office bookshelf, lined with books about finances and savings. He absent mindedly gazed at the titles. "My point is that their patience in money should be translated towards their patience in me getting back to their calls. I'm waiting for the opportune moment to answer them. Its a business tactic. It tests their staying power."

"...you're kidding me right?"

"No! Why would you think I'm kidding?" he said pacing back behind his desk to the window. His office was on the 18th floor of a skyrise and he had a magnificent view of Wall Street as well as much of NYC. "I don't want fickle clients. Do you want fickle clients?"

"....no..."

"Well we must ripple the waters a bit. Test their loyalty. Push their limits--"

"--have you gone crazy? Like, have you seriously gone crazy?"

"People keep saying that, strangely enough." He laughed a bit manically. "Listen, the greatest geniuses were crazy, were they not? Trust me. I know what I'm doing. I'll get to all of that business asap. I promise."

"Yeah," the assistant manager said on the other line, clearly unsure. "You better. Talk to you later."

"Ta ta!" Harry said, and hung up. Once he did, he let out another heavy sigh as if a weight was lifted from him. He sat back in his swivel chair, gazing at the messages he knew he had to answer, gazing at his computer --the emails he knew he had to reply to, and the paper work he knew he had to finish. He had zero motivation to do any of it. Even his assistant manager found it easy to conduct "business as usual," as if Harry's life hadn't been turned completely upside down.

He leaned forward and stared at his computer screen, trying to force himself to do something productive. Instead, his mind wandered to that dream he had of his father telling him he was murdered. He couldn't take his mind off of it. After a minute of staring into space, he shook his head, and started to compose a new message.

"Just writing to say that I'm thinking about you. Good luck on your studies. I love you."

He stared at the message to Ophelia for a while, feeling apprehensive for sending it. He's sent messages to like this to her before, and every time...as much as he meant every word...he felt guilty. He sighed heavily again and sat back in his seat. He was so deep in his thoughts, he definitely wasn't thinking about anyone walking through the door.

[romeo]

It was really just another crazy day out in NYC this mourning, students rushed off to class while the working class individual rambled on his cell phone while trying to finish his starbucks coffee AND waving a cab! (now that's some serious multi tasking if you ask me) ahh yes this was the beauty of the city that never sleeps! where the value of a buck was earned and not taken for granted.

That is....

True for MOST people, yet Romeo was no ordinary sap...no he was too good to work an honest days work in his life, parties, women and luxary were all that awaited the likes of Romeo and Mercutio nay to a world plaugued by responablity woe to the man who works 9 to 5...this was Romeo's philosaphy, his days were spent alongside the rich and famous and his nights were spent with New Yorks finest models...ahh what a life!!

until...

"Mr Montague...sir your card has been...how shall I say...declined"

there at that very moment the ever graceful golden child had joined the ranks of les miserables! his account had emptied by non other then his grandfather who wished to teach Romeo the value of an honest days work (yes this coming from an international crime boss...ironic no) Romeo had been banned from the m,anor until further notice, sure he could squat with Mercutio or Ben but this was far too embarrassing to even bring to their attention. Romeo feared three things in life a) evil little people b) Michael Jackson and worst of all c) a Job application...which he just so happened to be filling out at the lobby of Chandler enterprises, Sure it was a dream job for many but Romeo failed to see the joy in bringing some guy coffee every mourning...pweeesh what's so dreamy about that he'd ask himself sure he was beyond rich and successful but sheez give me a break! the room was swirling with gossip and idle chit chat...

"I heard he killed his father..."

"Jessica Alba...GET OUT"

"I'd dig my nails into..."

Romeo raised an eye brow as he climbed on to a nearby desk holding a half finished application he screamed

"Well I heard he eats babies and punches kittens if he doesn't get coffee in the mourning!!!"

Suddenly the room was silent...(insert useless floating ball of hey here) and two gaurds were now draging a half smirking Romeo to Mr. Chandler's office

"Mr Chandler sir this riff raff was spreadin them lies about ye in the lobby...should we detain him?...the bugger says his father knew yours but I doubt the late Mr. Chandler knew such low class people"

(Romeo kicks gaurd in shin)

"I'm not low class!! geeez how many times do I have to tell you! MONTA-GUE I'M ROMEO MONTAGUE!

[hamlet]

Note: Remember to change the color of your godmods.

Suddenly the door flung open and Harry tore his eyes from the computer screen.

"Mr Chandler sir this riff raff was spreadin them lies about ye in the lobby...should we detain him?...the bugger says his father knew yours but I doubt the late Mr. Chandler knew such low class people."

Harry gazed at the two a bit startled and slack jawed, trying to get his mind to function within the present moment and not in his inner musings.

"I'm not low class!! geeez how many times do I have to tell you! MONTA-GUE I'M ROMEO MONTAGUE!"

After a kick in the shin, the guard tried to gain control of the young man. Harry blinked a few times until what the guard said started to register. His brow furrowed and his lips pressed in a thin line, he stood up from his desk, clearly miffed.

"Get out," he said, quickly approaching the two, particularly glaring at the guard. "Get out, get out. What do you take me for, huh?" Harry said, emphasizing his words by inflicting a light shove towards the guard's shoulder.

The guard looked at Harry in shock, letting Romeo go. "Wait...what? I was just trying ta--"

Harry stepped right up to the guard, his glare piercing. Enunciating every word, he snarled, "Did you even know my father? Huh? Did you? No. No, because if you did you'd know that he was an honorable man. A man who did not think himself superior to any class, or race, or anyone. Do you hear me? Do not insult and embarrass me or my father with any of your bullshit. Alright?"

He let his glare and a silence linger, before turning to the young man. Sizing him up quickly with his eyes, not even thinking about his "Montague" outburst (his mind was on too many other things to care all that much), he noticed the application in his hand. Harry snatched the papers and glanced at them quickly. He then looked up and saw the guard still standing there, looking absolutely confused, but also a bit apologetic.

After a moment's pause, he said, "I think I said 'get out' a few moments ago. Didn't I?" He gave an extremely sarcastic grin, as if trying to be cordial.

The guard nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry." He exited the office, closing the door behind him.

Harry forgot that his exec manager put out a job posting to get an assistant for him because he felt that Harry needed it. Upon reflection, Harry didn't think it was too bad of an idea. At least until he could gather his bearings, which could take god knows how long. He wasn't all that excited about going through a bunch of applicants, though, and he was pretty miffed that his exec manager decided to do him 'a favor' just to pile more work on top of work.

Harry took the man's application and continued looking it over as he walked back to his desk. When he reached his chair, he noticed it wasn't finished. He immediately slapped the application on his desk before sitting down. He looked at the young man as if waiting for him to do something.

"So, why should I give you this job?" he asked, raising an eyebrow a little. A bit of fatigue and impatience clearly showed through his voice. "And if you even think about saying 'I'm a Montague', you can just turn around and get out too."

[romeo]

Watching the gaurd bow his head in shame, Romeo let an evilish grin escape from his lips while brushing his shoulders off. This Chandler character knew how to handle business and Romeo for one greatly admired his tactics (though he was too proud to admit it) still out of gratitude Romeo dropped it down a notch and attempts to take this interview seriously. instead of kicking his feet up on the cedarwood desk before him, young Montague sat in a relaxed yet professional pose for once. he knew how this world worked, this was a meeting among sharks....and sharks demand formality let alone respect

"So, why should I give you this job?" he asked, raising an eyebrow a little. A bit of fatigue and impatience clearly showed through his voice. "And if you even think about saying 'I'm a Montague', you can just turn around and get out too."

Romeo kicked back and spoke confidently as usual "I can't do that sir...why?....cuz I'm the new face to your ad campaign, not to mention I serve a mean scotch and drive like an F1 driver if need be....you need me and I good sir need this job, I can be a killer asset to this place and I can throw awesome parties...uh I mean fundraisers in honor of hamlet enterprises!"

(offers smoke before lighting his own)

"ofcourse ill need the company car (points to audi R8 by the window) and some lodging oh and a pdf is a must for a guy of your standards (points to photo of magazine cover)"

"in return ill sign as your personal assistant and model for you guys on an exclusive basis" sure Romeo was pressing his luck, but hell can you blame him? the kid was cut off from his assets and theoretically broke! (as if he was going to mention that to one of nyc's most powerful men)"

streching his arms Romeo put on his star strck smile "so when do I start........boss?"

[hamlet]

(woo Polyvore invasion)

Hamlet's Suit of Win

"I can't do that sir...why?....cuz I'm the new face to your ad campaign."

Harry grinned in amusement. This guy was funny. Really funny. He wanted to say something so bad but he decided to let the young man continue, he was on a roll already. At least the guy got his mind off of some of the current issues he was dealing with.

"...not to mention I serve a mean scotch and drive like an F1 driver if need be....you need me and I good sir need this job, I can be a killer asset to this place and I can throw awesome parties...uh I mean fundraisers in honor of hamlet enterprises!"

Romeo offered him a smoke and he sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest in response, waiting for him to continue. Romeo must have took that as a 'no.' Again, he wanted to say something, but he decided to let Romeo finish. The guy was just too much. He had to admit, Romeo would certainly keep him entertained. And at the most, he seemed excited about the job, for whatever reason. He needed someone passionate around, someone to get his mind off of things. Romeo was already succeeding.

"Of course I'll need the company car and some lodging oh and a pdf is a must for a guy of your standards. In return ill sign as your personal assistant and model for you guys on an exclusive basis. So when do I start........boss?"

Harry sat up in his chair and leaned forward. "Well, you can start by putting out the cigarette. Unfortunately, I don't get along too well with smoke. Especially in a professional setting." Attempting to extend my life a few months, too, Harry thought but didn't say because he knew it was hypocritical. All of things he did and thought about probably made him worse off than a cigarette ever would.

"Anyway," he started again. " You're...interesting. I guess that's the right word for it. And this whole business about being the model for the company-- " he sighed heavily in irritation. "You'll have to take up with the CEO. And trust me, if he gets his way, half of most of your profit will go to him anyway." He sighed again and picked up Romeo's application, taking another look. He smiled to himself as he did, still amused by Romeo's little speech. "I have to admit, you really sold yourself by saying you can handle a bottle scotch. I'm sure that's a plus for any employer."

He lowered the application to the desk again, sitting back in his seat, and asked, "So do you have any work experience? Besides looking good for a camera?" he asked a bit sarcastically, but in good humor. He flashed a grin.