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Post by Victoria Raines on Apr 11, 2012 22:01:15 GMT -5
Victoria's driver looks dubiously at the place to which Costigan has brought his employer, but opens the door for Victoria regardless. It is not the first time he's disapproved of his employer's destination.
Now dressed in darkwash suit-cut jeans and a short-sleeved black blouse. Her hair is down and her jewelry, while understated, is obviously expensive. Aside from her purse, she has a leather messenger bag which contains the promised signing documents.
Once they are seated, she says as she peruses the menu, "I do not eat this cuisine often. What might you suggest, Mr. Costigan?"
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Post by Hellbender on Apr 12, 2012 8:39:48 GMT -5
It is characteristic of many tropical and Old World architectures that an uninteresting street-side facade hides a beautiful courtyard and interior. Rome, Merida, even the French Quarter in New Orleans, much the same.
Shockingly, Donal Costigan possesses clothes that aren't jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket. He wears a black western-style suit with a navy blue shirt, string tie and black Stetson hat (same hat he wore all day, cleaned up). If this were a western movie, he'd either be the slick gambler-gunslinger, or the sinister bad guy gunslinger. Probably the latter; he's too rough-hewn to be the handsome gambler.
After seeing that Victoria is seated, and looking over the menu, Donal says, "If you prefer chicken to fish, Ah'd recommend the chicken molé; if your preferences are the other way around, the Baja fish tacos are excellent."
He plucks a nacho out of the basket and dips it in the open dish of salsa. "They make their own salsa fresh each day; it's excellent."
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Post by Victoria Raines on Apr 18, 2012 12:05:33 GMT -5
"Hmmm, the mole it is then," Victoria murmurs as she places the menu back down on the table. She takes a small sip from her water glass and regards Donal thoughtfully.
After a moment she takes a small dish, spoons a bit of salsa onto the plate, and adds a few chips to the plate. She uses the spoon to carefully scoop the salsa onto the chip and takes a bite.
"It is rather nice. The acid is just right."
"Now, what questions do you have for me?"
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Post by Hellbender on Apr 24, 2012 20:41:19 GMT -5
Donal picked the Baja fish tacos for himself and finishes one of them off before replying.
"Well, you never did tell me if you have safety protocols worked out, or if Ah'll be helpin' to develop 'em," Donal says, tenting his fingers and looking thoughtful. "Ah imagine this is not a small project. Will Ah have staff, or am Ah on the staff?"
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Post by Victoria Raines on Apr 27, 2012 16:56:02 GMT -5
"A bit of both, actually," Victoria replies after tasting her own meal, "You will be a part of the senior staffing which will report to myself- or to my agent once I am able to step back. You will also have a small staff of your own, and I believe I have an intern who should make an adequate assistant for you."
"The raw material is highly volatile. We have some established protocols; however, I would welcome any insight you might give along those lines once we are on site. As mentioned, I prefer to do what I can to safeguard my people."
She enjoys several more bites of her meal before broaching a question of her own, "Do you have a light sensitivity disorder, Mr. Costigan?"
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Post by Hellbender on Apr 30, 2012 14:17:09 GMT -5
"Anyone I know?" Costigan asks about the staff. There are more than a few mining engineers, but Costigan at least remembers the ones who publish regularly.
He squeezes some lime juice over one of the remaining tacos; before picking it up and eating it, Costigan replies, "Yes, I do." He smiles wryly. "Thank you for not assuming I am a professional with a coke habit, like the cops do."
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Post by Victoria Raines on May 3, 2012 22:35:28 GMT -5
Victoria lists three engineers, all easily recognizable names in the field. Donal probably knows that each has a different specialty, and that none of those specialties overlap with his own.
She takes a sip of her sangria and asks, "Is it a genetic issue, or one caused by accident?" One corner of her lips quirk up as she adds, "If that is not too personal a question."
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Post by Hellbender on May 7, 2012 20:12:07 GMT -5
Costigan raises one eyebrow. "Impressive. You must expect some serious return on investment if you're hiring all three of them. And me."
That last taco is absolutely delicious, and he lingers over it. "Genetic. Ah manage in the dark very well, but Ah'm really sensitive to excessive light. And near-sighted. Otherwise, Ah came out pretty well in the genetic lottery. Got good health, naturally fit, don't have issues with addictions, cholesterol, heart disease, and so on. Your health insurance underwriter will be happy with me," he says with a slight smile.
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Post by Victoria Raines on May 9, 2012 10:09:45 GMT -5
"As I have said, the material is rather volatile. I would prefer to have all probabilities considered rather than risk damage to my people when the we start work."
Victoria has only eaten roughly half of her meal, but when the waiter comes by she indicates that he should take her plate. She orders a caramel flan for dessert.
Leaning back in her chair, she sips again at her drink and studies Costigan for a few moments. "I doubt my underwriters will be the only ones happy with you, Mr. Costigan. I expect you to prove to be a rather valuable and trusted employee." Really, he has no choice in that; he is Hellbender and Hellbender is and always will be Shockwave's.
"Speaking of employment," she opens her purse and withdraws a packet of paperwork, "For your perusal."
OOC: Shall we fade on paperwork, or timeskip to another meeting?
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Post by Hellbender on May 10, 2012 20:15:46 GMT -5
"Ah see. Making sure all the bases are covered." Costigan nods sagely. He seems content with drizzling honey on the sopadillas for dessert.
"Ah sincerely hope so," he says as he reaches for the folder. He means it; he wants to work for Victoria Raines and earn her high regard. There will be questions and negotiations over the particulars, but he'll sign on. He can't help it.
--- Fade on paperwork. Donal Costigan now belongs to Victoria Raines
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