Private Wolf at the Door

Kada · Mar 8, 2020

Malara was hands-off in many ways with the day to day running of her business. She trusted her employees to do their jobs and keep the place running efficiently. If they couldn't, she could take care of that. She definitely didn't handle interviews and auditions most of the time. Malara knew what made a good model or actor, sure, but she couldn't be bothered most of the time to do that sort of thing.

This one was different though. This was a potential investor who also wanted to work for her.

She was down in the lobby, waiting for her appointment, one Imogen Grimm, to arrive. Her business hummed around her, most everyone familiar enough to know that stopping and gawking - while flattering for her - wasn't what they were meant to be doing. Malara stood next to her favorite piece of artwork in the lobby, her hair a nine foot tall column of flame cascading down her back to her knees. Her long black dress hugged her body in ways that were borderline obscene. But again, that was par for the course with Mal.

The art was the figure of a naked woman, standing triumphant and sensual atop a small hill of weapons and skulls. The woman herself was made of dozens of weapons as well, guns and swords all melted together and dipped in gold - so you could just barely make out the edge of a blade or the trigger of a rifle etched into her curves. In the statue's left hand, raised above its head was a facsimile of a planet made of glass.

Malara carried a stack of papers under her arm, neatly held in a red leather folio emblazoned with her company's logo in gold leaf. She checked in telepathically with her secretary to see what time it was, and whether she was going to have to strike off points with Imogen for tardiness.

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Goblin · May 1, 2020

Today was an exciting one for Imogen. She was thrilled to actually be headed to this interview, which went without saying, but it was almost more what it represented that had her all worked up. Ever since she had arrived on the island, she'd been coasting along without much of anything to worry about beyond keeping up contact with her fans, and while that was a major dose of relaxation she'd needed for ages now, it had also left her listless. From everything she had heard and seen thus far, this agency had a lot to offer her, and she could only hope she would be able to prove the same.

Checking her phone to verify she wasn't late, the demon slipped it back into her bag and stepped out of her summoned chauffeur car, which promptly vanished as she shut the door. The woman had absolutely dressed up for the occasion, her mane of hair in an intricate braid, and just a touch of smokey eye makeup to really make the red of her sclera pop. She'd opted for an elegant, red and black form fitting dress with a somewhat low neckline and a slit side, albeit not quite as revealing as what some others had come sporting today. It was a modeling agency, after all, and advertising her body seemed an obvious benefit.

Stepping into the lobby of Theia, she almost immediately had to stop in her tracks for a moment just to take in the sheer opulence of the place. It almost bordered on too much in her mind, but certainly left an impression. Of course, the gilded centerpiece of the place caught her eye in no time at all, and by proxy the woman standing next to it. Oh. Wow. This lady really didn't play with first impressions, did she? The barest hint of a grin showing on her face for a moment, Imogen casually sauntered right on up to Malara, and she extended a freshly manicured hand to offer a shake. "Well then...good afternoon to you. Beautiful place you have here, I have to say. I do appreciate you taking the time to see me."

Kada · May 13, 2020

There was no mistaking Imogen for anyone else - she was too unique looking even for a place as diverse as Manta Carlos. Taking her hand in her own, Malara gripped it firmly and matched her enthusiasm with a grin of her own - a mouth full of pearly white shark-like teeth contrasting against her blood red lipstick. "Right on time. Don't worry, we'll have you broken of that before too long. Jind Al-Qanh Malara Inanna Tor, but Malara is fine. Let's head up to my office, hm? Much comfier there."

The elevator that took them up to her office was staffed by two armed guards - Praxian women bearing tattoos that marked them as members of Malara's cult. They had a mixture of modern and archaic weaponry on them, and stood at full attention for the entire ride up. Malara explained as they ascended, "I had an incident a year or so back. Someone tried to kill me in my office. And while I can definitely handle such things myself, these beauties are here to remind people that I don't fuck around."

Once off the elevator, Mal stepped off into her office. It was spacious, a long corridor-like room with a floor to ceiling window at the far end. The walls were decorated with weapons hung like Renaissance paintings. A small reflecting pool bisected the floor space for most of the walk to her desk. And what a desk it was: dark red stained wood with gold trim, neat and organized with a number of hologram displays replacing a standard computer.

"So," she began, sitting on the edge of her desk in front of the large leather chair that she fully expected Imogen to make use of. "I was surprised that a potential investor also wanted to come and work for Theia. Why is that, hm? What can you bring to the table?"

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