Come && Get Me [ALISTAIR]

[FELICIA LUCILLE VALDEMAR]

Felicia was standing outside one of the various stores on Victory Boulevard. She was going to go in there eventually, once she got her argument straight. She was trying to get the store to sell Dope, Guilt, and Complicated Sex merchandise, but so far the store hadn't been very welcoming. The store hadn't like that fact that the shirts said 'dope' and 'sex' so she'd had to make a whole new round of shirts and other things - this time saying DG&CS - rather than Dope, Guilt, and Complicated Sex. All the old merchandise she had made the store was rotting in the back of her merch van, and was trying to get another store to sell it. It wasn't her fault the store didn't want those ones. Another store could get them, and make more money. She thought about her argument one more time, and walked into the store lugging a bunch of the stuff she'd re-made behind her, muttering to herself about how sales went down in the past week, and how she was going to get them back up. her paycheck depended on it.

Felicia stood by the door, seeking out the manager. She remembered this manager, better than most store managers she met. She was probably the tallest women she had ever came across - and that's why she remembered her. She didn't see her, so she went to wait in line to see the person on duty for customer service. Maybe that manager wasn't on the clock, and there was another one. Either way, she was going to get this store to sell merchandise. Felicia tapped her foot on the floor impatiently. She'd been waiting in line for almost an hour. She couldn't be late to the meeting she had with the stock holders, or she'd loose the deal. She'd been working on that deal for two months, before she'd finally got them to agree to meet her, and if she lost it, she was going to explode, and blame the slow ass people in front of her who couldn't hurry there shit up fast enough. She growled under her breath. This was taking forever. Felicia was never going to get help! The line was huge. Why were so many people in customer service anyway?

Felicia was finally able to get up to the service desk and ask for the manager. She wasn't going to have enough time to present her argument to where this manager couldn't say no. She needed more than an hour for that, and if she wanted to make this deal, she barely had an hour. She considered asking to come back another day, but she could see that this new manager - not the one she remembered - was already pissed at her, because his face was red and hot. She felt herself getting just as mad - she hated it was managers were so hot headed that they thought they couldn't deal with sellers like her because they're was more important things to do. Like what, balance the store check book? That's what accountants were for! She immediately crossed her arms over her chest to express her anger, but waited for him to say something first. This was going to be a long barely-hour.

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It annoyed Alistair to have to travel all the way to this shitty store just to impress upon the manager that he needed to start selling their products. He surveyed the outside of the place from his limo, his aggravation clear on his face. Alistair had heard from one of his marketing reps that the merchant, a Felicia Valdemar, that was supposed to get them to sell the band products had failed in her first attempt. It never boded well for anyone for Alistair to have to visit a store directly and he knew that the merchant was supposed to be there at the moment trying to convince them again to sell the products. He was going to have a little talk with the manager and the merchant and get the matter settled.

Alistair stepped out of the limo when his driver came around to open his door for him. He was glad that he'd worn the designer sunglasses today with the sun beating down so strongly. When he reached the entrance of the store, Alistair removed them and stepped inside, tucking the sunglasses into his coat pocket. The store was crowded with customers and salespeople buying and selling the crappy products inside. If there hadn't been a good deal of money to be made by having their products in the store, Alistair would never be caught dead inside the store himself. He walked past the line of people and was followed by whispers. People knew who Alistair Sinclaire was.

Alistair went right up to one of the salesgirls and asked to see the manager and was directed to a man who was looking rather angry while an equally angry yet beautiful girl stood in front of him. She must have been the idiotic merchant who couldn't do something as simple as get his products sold in the store. Alistair approached them and the manager's face paled when he saw him. Alistair said, "I don't need to explain to you why I'm here, Mr. Andrews. You're going to start selling our products at your store or I'll make sure the place is shut down by the end of the week and you'll be out of a shitty job. Are we understood?" The man, now sweating, nodded and took the products that the girl was holding from her and disappeared.

Now Alistair turned his attention to her, noticing just how beautiful Felicia Valdemar was. "I suggest for the sake of your job, Miss Valdemar, that you learn how to persuade people to sell my products the first time around. I do not like to have to take time out of my busy schedule to fix the incompetencies of mere merchant girls. If anything like this happens again, you'll be the next person that I fire. Now that we understand one another, I assume that you have time for lunch with me." Alistair put on his trademark smirk and waited for her answer. It wasn't as if she was could say no or come up with an excuse about working. He would fire her if she said no, and she couldn't say that she had to work because she worked for him. Manipulation was just one of the many things Alistair was adept at. She just might find out what one of the others was after coming with him.

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[FELICIA LUCILLE VALDEMAR]

Felicia started arguing with this idiot that was trying to deflect everything she was saying. She wasn't going to give up, and she'd been here for about fifteen minutes trying to tell this guy to just shut up and listen. Apparently, this guy had all these important things to do, and kept telling her that over and over again while she was trying to tell him tat if he would just shut up and listen so they could both be on there way. God, men were so shallow sometimes. Especially this one. She felt like socking him in the jaw, but probably figured she'd end up with a smashed hand that looked like Daffy Duck's every time he tried to get back at Bugs Bunny. She finally hissed something at him that made him stop talking, and he started getting all sweaty. Good. She straightened up a little, and was about to put him in his place, when she heard this guys voice from behind her. She didn't recognize this voice, and when she spun around, she was left puzzled. Who the hell was that? Suddenly, the manager snatched up everything had had in her hands and ran off. Anger boiled on her face. He could have at least asked.

She tilted her face to the side as she tried to figure out who this guy was. She had obviously seen him before, or it wouldn't have bothered her so much to try and figure out who he was. She wanted to hit this guy, too, especially when he said he would fire her. Ha! She practically snorted when she heard him say that, and then she looked around a saw a few people staring at them. What the hell where they staring at? Did she had toilet paper on her shoes? She looked down frantically - probably looking like the biggest idiot in the process - to find that she did not, in fact have toilet paper hanging off her shoes. She relaxed a little bit, and looked up at him again, squinting her eyes. Where the hell had she seen this guy before? She was dying to remember. Then it clicked. He was that guy! The big CEO of the company she worked for, something Records. She couldn't remember his name at the moment - she just knew his first and last name rhymed or some shit like that. Well, maybe he could fire her after all. But what the hell was he doing here in this rinky-dink store, anyway? Didn't he have some place to be, like rolling around in all his money and talking to himself about how rich he was?

Her stubbornness got the best of her, and instead of agreeing with him, or saying nothing at all, she was stupid and blurted something out instead. "Well, you didn't have to come down here, Hot Shot. I totally could have had him! And I'm not going to lunch with you even if I could. I have a meeting with some stockers," she said this all very matter-of-factually, like she wasn't going to be told otherwise. She picked up her purse, and fished around in it for a mirror, and started to re-apply some lip gloss like he wasn't even there. She hated having to put on a new coat of lip gloss every few hours, because it it was normally a pain when she did. She was always in the most awkward situations. Couldn't they invent a lip gloss that stay fresh? They'd gotten a man to the moon! They could invent long-lasting lip glass, she was sure of it.

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Alistair smiled at the anger on Felicia's face. He could see she didn't know just who he was from the way she was self-consciously checking herself while everyone was staring at him. He nearly laughed when she said she had had it under control or that any meeting a merchant had with some stock holders held any importance. The only meetings that mattered between stock holders and his record company was when he was directly involved in them. It was amusing that she thought that she'd had any control over that situation. If he hadn't shown up, the manager probably would have had her thrown out of the store. As far as he was concerned, she owed him for saving her from that embarrassment.

Alistair gave her a patronizing smile and took her mirror from her hands so that she would pay attention to him before replying with, "As important as that sounds, the only meetings between stock holders and an employee of Sinclaire Records that matter are the ones that I'm directly involved in. I doubt any of them would even notice if you didn't show up. Now, I suggest you rethink your position on that little lunch date before you say something else that convinces me more just how useless you really are. That man was ready to have you thrown out before I arrived. You should be thankful that I'm being generous enough to treat you to lunch after that incident instead of firing you. From the look of those clothes, it seems like you really need this job. I wouldn't push my luck if I was you, Miss Valdemar."

Alistair's smile had faded. As much fun as putting her in her place had been, he wasn't so amused anymore. Either the girl was entirely too prideful for someone of her status, or she was just stupid. Nobody in their right mind would argue with their boss or speak to them that way. Alistair felt he needed to show Felicia Valdemar just how far beneath him she was. He held out her mirror, now closed, back towards her so that she could take it and gestured towards the door. Alistair was going to make her realize just how insignificant she was in the scheme of things, no matter how beautiful she was. If he was being honest with himself, he was rather enjoying her attitude. Alistair was so used to getting his way that her defiance was rather refreshing. Now he would just have to see just how long it would hold up.

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[FELICIA LUCILLE VALDEMAR]

Felicia had almost been ready to put her mirror in her purse when that bitchy dude just snatched it from her like he had the right to! She growled in annoyance, and was forced to listen to what he said before she snatched her mirror back and didn't do anything rash. Felicia brushed off most of what he was saying - the parts she heard, anyway. She had been to fixated on her mirror. This guy was gong on a rant that even beat her mother, which was a hard thing to do if you asked Felicia. Her mother could go on for hours about anything. It was like nothing Felicia had seen before. Except now, but Alistair could do what her mother did in a few mere seconds. She was probably pissed at him for a few reasons including how he'd just walked in and scared that poor manager - who she thought was cute now that she wasn't mad at him - and took charge like her was the biggest person on earth and for some reason, that reminded her of Paul Bunyan. She did get extremely pissed off at the fact he'd insulted her clothes. She'd spent about half her paycheck sprucing up her wardrobe, and he was just going to trash it like that? She rolled her eyes because she was probably forgetting that he had Indonesian silk flown in just so he could make himself a shirt he would wear only once. What a snob! She shivered in disgust. Besides, she knew she looked good today, anyway. She had on a white button down shirt, and a stiff black blazer over that, with a black pencil skirt and some orange pumps. She even did her make-up today - something she hadn't been doing much anymore, and she definitely was not going to let some stuck-up rich guy ruin her day. And instead, she walked over and grabbed the rest of the merchandise that the manager hadn't come back to get, and walked out of the store.

She hadn't answered him for two of three reasons. He probably would fire her, and she probably would go off on him and that wouldn't be a good thing, and that went along with her getting fired. She wasn't very prideful at all, but she was very stubborn, and got angry easily. That wasn't a good combination. She had gotten countless detentions in high school for telling off her teachers. Really, she could have cared less, but it probably prevented her from getting into a good college - that, and her barely above average grades. She could have gotten A's and B's, but she was a lot lazier back then and didn't do a lot of homework, and got bad grades because of it. Homework, in her high school, was worth forty percent of her grades. It didn't matter now, though. That was in her past. Of course, there were a lot of things that happened to her back then and a lot of things that she wished she hadn't done, but she couldn't make them disappear now.

She passed a limousine when she was crossing the road, and she kicked the back bumped of it with her heels. It was probably that jerks limousine. he was the only person in there that could afford a limousine, especially because this was a stretch. The driver got out and glared at her, but she glared back before she realized her was actually really hot, like a movie actor. She turned away from him for a moment and she fluffed up her hair, and made sure her bra wasn't showing and that a good amount of her cleave was. Then she turned around and walked over to him and tried at her best attempt to flirt. She wasn't very good at it, but she wasn't bad at it, either.

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TERMINATED...for now. >.> <.<