Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2018 0:49:50 GMT -5
Faline checked her watch before stepping into the Water Grill, smiling as she was still on time. LA's weather had been surprisingly mild for late May- pr at least surprising to a woman who had grown used to the Nevada desert.
She took a moment to check her outfit in the reflection of the plate glass window, smiling to herself knowing that few of her fans would believe her in such a conservative grey pants suit. She may have turned away from that path to her life, but 'dress for success' was something you never forgot!
Entering she smiled at the man who came up to serve her, asking him whether 'Mr. Samson' had arrived. That got a smile from him wider than the one from his obvious looking her over and he led her to a table where the “Mr. Samson” in question was seated. Spying the smartly dressed Wildcat’s approach, the Anarchy General Manager Extraordinaire pushes his chair back and stands to his feet to greet her.
“I’m glad you could make it, Savannah, or do you prefer Faline?”
Faline took his hand in a warm handshake before taking the seat he offered her.
"Faline is fine here. Thank you for offering this meeting… um… is it allowed to call you Joshua?"
She smiled playfully.
“That’s the only name I’ve known for forty years. Please have a seat.”
Samson gestures to the empty seat across from his own at the table. Faline took it with that same smile.
"I figured it was safest to ask. I really don't want to step on any toes."
“I never figured you one to care about toe stepping.”
"I only step on toes that need stepping. Besides, I've already done enough- even when I thought it was okay to."
Faline let the end of that trail off as she started to study a menu. That smile had faded. Noticing, Samson squints his eyes as he looks upon her.
“That entire issue over there on the red brand still bothering you, huh?”
Faline chuckled.
"Don't get me started on that! No, my problem is more a personal one. How do you tell a guy's fiance' that he's safe- because he IS her fiance'?"
Samson takes a big gulp of his dark liquid with his glass.
“Maybe there is no convincing that fiancee whatsoever. No matter what you do, what you say, the fiancee will always think you’re a threat.”
"Well...if she wasn't his fiance she would be right!"
“Maybe you shouldn’t worry about that? Let him and her handle that. One less issue for you to carry upon your shoulders.”
"Maybe, but I can't help but worry that what we did before might ruin things someday with her. You know?"
Loosening the knot in his tie a bit, Samson talks another big gulp of his beverage.
“I thought that was never going to be publicly talked about, Faline? You know the walls have eyes and ears everywhere.”
Faline blushed a bit and muttered an apology, then shook the gloom away and smirked.
"Anyway, can't fix so don't bother, right? Just like red."
Samson chuckles.
“So that brings us to green then, right?”
Faline laughs.
"That all depends. Who knew that getting what I wanted would screw up what I wanted?"
“Sounds like a classic Catch Twenty-Two. Mayhem is going to be HUGE for you, Faline. You’re going to have to have laser like focus.”
Faline nodded, taking a sip of wine. She then smiles at Joshua.
"I owe it to Velvet to make you prove your case."
“Concerning…?”
He looks quizzically at her.
Faline set her drink aside and leaned forward.
"Show me how you can give me a better focus."
The Executive Representative slides over a manila folder to the Mayhem Extremist.
“Enclosed is an above standard contract for my sports management firm, Iconic Sports Management. If that doesn’t give you a better focus I’m not sure what well.”
Faline picked up the folder and scanned the document. Gone was the nervousness of just a few moments ago. She smirked to herself, having never had a contract with Velvet like this one.
Their contract went a lot deeper than paper.
She might not have had the personal experience, but it was clear that she knew what she was doing, asking a few pointed questions about certain clauses, before accepting a pen from the man and signing the contract, then slipping it back in the folder and handing it back to a smiling Joshua.
“Welcome to my family, Faline.”
He stretches out his open palm in a handshake gesture to the younger woman. She rose and took it, a wry smile crossing her lips.
"At least I'm with the right family now…"
He follows suit by standing.
“It’ll all work out for the best, Faline. Red, green, no matter what I’ll make sure the Wildcat lands on her feet.”
"Claws first in a body, hopefully. Especially in the weeks coming up."
“Indeed.”
She took a moment to check her outfit in the reflection of the plate glass window, smiling to herself knowing that few of her fans would believe her in such a conservative grey pants suit. She may have turned away from that path to her life, but 'dress for success' was something you never forgot!
Entering she smiled at the man who came up to serve her, asking him whether 'Mr. Samson' had arrived. That got a smile from him wider than the one from his obvious looking her over and he led her to a table where the “Mr. Samson” in question was seated. Spying the smartly dressed Wildcat’s approach, the Anarchy General Manager Extraordinaire pushes his chair back and stands to his feet to greet her.
“I’m glad you could make it, Savannah, or do you prefer Faline?”
Faline took his hand in a warm handshake before taking the seat he offered her.
"Faline is fine here. Thank you for offering this meeting… um… is it allowed to call you Joshua?"
She smiled playfully.
“That’s the only name I’ve known for forty years. Please have a seat.”
Samson gestures to the empty seat across from his own at the table. Faline took it with that same smile.
"I figured it was safest to ask. I really don't want to step on any toes."
“I never figured you one to care about toe stepping.”
"I only step on toes that need stepping. Besides, I've already done enough- even when I thought it was okay to."
Faline let the end of that trail off as she started to study a menu. That smile had faded. Noticing, Samson squints his eyes as he looks upon her.
“That entire issue over there on the red brand still bothering you, huh?”
Faline chuckled.
"Don't get me started on that! No, my problem is more a personal one. How do you tell a guy's fiance' that he's safe- because he IS her fiance'?"
Samson takes a big gulp of his dark liquid with his glass.
“Maybe there is no convincing that fiancee whatsoever. No matter what you do, what you say, the fiancee will always think you’re a threat.”
"Well...if she wasn't his fiance she would be right!"
“Maybe you shouldn’t worry about that? Let him and her handle that. One less issue for you to carry upon your shoulders.”
"Maybe, but I can't help but worry that what we did before might ruin things someday with her. You know?"
Loosening the knot in his tie a bit, Samson talks another big gulp of his beverage.
“I thought that was never going to be publicly talked about, Faline? You know the walls have eyes and ears everywhere.”
Faline blushed a bit and muttered an apology, then shook the gloom away and smirked.
"Anyway, can't fix so don't bother, right? Just like red."
Samson chuckles.
“So that brings us to green then, right?”
Faline laughs.
"That all depends. Who knew that getting what I wanted would screw up what I wanted?"
“Sounds like a classic Catch Twenty-Two. Mayhem is going to be HUGE for you, Faline. You’re going to have to have laser like focus.”
Faline nodded, taking a sip of wine. She then smiles at Joshua.
"I owe it to Velvet to make you prove your case."
“Concerning…?”
He looks quizzically at her.
Faline set her drink aside and leaned forward.
"Show me how you can give me a better focus."
The Executive Representative slides over a manila folder to the Mayhem Extremist.
“Enclosed is an above standard contract for my sports management firm, Iconic Sports Management. If that doesn’t give you a better focus I’m not sure what well.”
Faline picked up the folder and scanned the document. Gone was the nervousness of just a few moments ago. She smirked to herself, having never had a contract with Velvet like this one.
Their contract went a lot deeper than paper.
She might not have had the personal experience, but it was clear that she knew what she was doing, asking a few pointed questions about certain clauses, before accepting a pen from the man and signing the contract, then slipping it back in the folder and handing it back to a smiling Joshua.
“Welcome to my family, Faline.”
He stretches out his open palm in a handshake gesture to the younger woman. She rose and took it, a wry smile crossing her lips.
"At least I'm with the right family now…"
He follows suit by standing.
“It’ll all work out for the best, Faline. Red, green, no matter what I’ll make sure the Wildcat lands on her feet.”
"Claws first in a body, hopefully. Especially in the weeks coming up."
“Indeed.”