theo , tell me i'm a screwed up mess

[galadriel]

[/style][style=width:430px; height: 300px; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px; border-top: 5px solid #3b5323; border-bottom: 5px solid #3b5323; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]She was nervous. It was obvious. She sat in the office of a man whom she had met only days previously when he had come into the restaurant where she had worked. Theodore Cunningham was his name; or so the business card he'd given him read, and the sign on the door, and the name plate on the desk. So I guess you could say he wasn't lying about his name. It had just been like any other day she'd found. She woke up after having minimal sleep, only to have to nurse a hung over Haldir after a long and hard night of drinking. At least he knew better than to drink and drive. Some days she felt as though her only sole purpose in life was to go to school and take care of her alcoholic brother. Sure, now that she had come to the states, and completely boycotted school for the year, she had work at some pretty nice restaurant where the rich people of Myrtle Beach seemed to dine, but it wasn't her ideal form of work. In fact, her first table of the afternoon after arriving at work had been Mr. Cunningham. Upon first glance, Lady had found him to be quite attractive, not much older than her, but he was definitely much more wealthy than she. In the midst of his visit, he had given her his card, saying something about being too pretty to be a waitress and to give him a call when she wanted a better job, and by the end of the night, in an exhausted haze that's just what she did. She quit her job as a waitress, hanging up her apron for the last time and called up Theodore Cunningham, in hopes that his offer was still open; it was.

Lady tapped her foot nervously against the wooden floors below, glancing back at the door to the office. She wondered what could be keeping the man. Then again, she was taking time out of his busy schedule, and not the other way around. Then again, did she really know how busy this man was? She knew that he was the big wig of the company, and she knew that entailed a lot of work, but what she didn't know was how much time it entailed; how much time was taken out of the day for work and how much for anything and everything else. She shook her head and pushed the thoughts out of her head. They sounded stupid. What was she thinking. Of course he was busy. He was the CEO of this place for heaven's sake. God, for an ivy league scholar, she could be quite the ditz.

Licking her lips, Lady began fiddling with the strap on her watch. She just wanted to get this interview over with. In the restaurant it seemed as though she had already gotten the job just by his words, but she figured this was just a formality, or maybe even a "get to know ya", but even so she was nervous. This man looked as though he could make or break her. Sure, he wasn't a very large man, at least not to her. She had grown up in a family full of large men so all others didn't seem to compare unless they were larger than her brothers, which she didn't find very often, if at all. Theodore was good looking though. She had grown fond of looking at the man, which she figured could have figured in her decision to leave waitressing and join him at his company. She wasn't sure what she would be doing, if anything, but she thought that as long as she could see him on a daily basis, it wouldn't be all bad.

Suddenly the click of the door startled her back into reality and she bolted up. She spun around to face the door, her face flushed with embarrassment. Why hadn't she heard him come in? Why hadn't see been standing? Lady swallowed and bowed low as the Japanese would. Yes, she wasn't Japanese herself, but the gesture was out of respect, and she wanted to hide the fact that her face was beginning to match the red of her dress. "H-hello, Mr. Cunningham, sir." She said nervously. "I'm not ready for this." She thought, folding her hands in front of her and straightening up and trying to look as professional as she could, despite her nerves..

outfit: click notes: rawr. so excited.

[THEODORE CUNNINGHAM]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #413635 solid, bTable] PAINTED IN FLAMES , ALL PEELING THUNDER be the lightning in me, that strikes relentless [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: 1; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#A36954; color: #000;]”i really don’t care how you do it, just do it already.”

[/b], shouting into his cellphone before pulling it away from his ear and ending the call with a tap to the screen. it was yet another problem that he had tried to keep under control and it had spiraled out of his hands and was left for a problem with someone else, and that person was letting theodore know all about the grief. grumbling to himself, he fixed the lapels on his jacket, straightening them out and appearing to look more crisp and less heated then he was only moments before. the car ride was a short one from one of his houses to the office building that was only a few short blocks up but theo was not going to walk when the weather was rather poor and he had a perfectly good driver. his car, his clothes, his all-around appearance screamed that he was wealthy and that he was professional but everyone had their secrets and theo was no exception. his phone buzzed in his hand, different from the regular alarm that was usually sounding with the incoming text message or a ringtone that indicated yet another call—this was n appointment. he had booked her into the phone, the pretty blonde that had captivated his attention in her innocent but rather unique appearance. her almond shape eyes met his and he knew that he had to have her, in some sense. he did not care in what aspect of his life this girl was a part of and though the more secretive side would be the more desirable aspect, he was looking for a secretary at the same time and offered the job to the blonde waitress on the spot. he could not deny that he was a little surprised by her phone call only hours of exchanging his business card with her but the offer was taken up and the appointment was made, the same appointment that was now being reminded of on his phone. hitting the screen, he closed out, chuckling to the stupidity of technology—as if the male would forget this meeting.

approaching the building, the car slowed down and a man moved out of the driver’s side and opened the door which theo gave him a pat on the shoulder as his gratitude and began to ascend up the steps and entered the building. his last name appeared in gold letters on the top of the thirty six foot building as well as the lobby and in the elevator and it made him smirk with pride each time he saw a glimpse of it. theo may have had the assistance of his father to help build the company up but the reason that it was still running was all due to his own manipulative, cunning and skillful way of running his very own business. after going up nearly twenty floors, the male exited the elevator with hands in his pockets and a swagger to his step, moving around the empty secretary desk and giving it a glance. he could imagine her sitting there, tight blouse, pencil skirt, attending to his every need that he asked for. naturally, theo’s mind started to wonder into the more suggestive side of his thoughts, thinking of how he would bend her over the desk, use his belt as a way to restrain her and then he entered the office and his thoughts had to cease. she was seated in the chair infront of his desk, her back was turned to him but he could see the lace of the back of the dress poking out from behind the collar of the sport jacket that she wore. ”take the coat off, I keep my office warm.”[/b], an order and a test to see if she is just as submissive as she appeared. he followed his own order, sliding the sports jacket off his shoulders and hanging it over the back of his chair.

he tried to hold back the ring of chuckles that came from her bow, so his eyebrow raised with a quizzical look for a split second before he fell solemn once more and seated himself. ”no need for that.”[/b], he said, straightening the papers on his desk, fiddling around with a few things on his desk to put everything back in the proper place as though someone had come and moved everything out of pure fun. he looked over to her, his eyes not hesitating to move down her body, take in her long legs and the tight fit of her red dress. he noticed that the dress complimented the red lipstick upon her kissable lips and a nice blush was ringing around her cheeks making her that much more innocent looking and therefore, more desirable. the male played the part though, keeping his image as a professional up, his eyes racking back up her body to meet her, to some extent, slanted eyes, ”tell me about yourself.”[/b], a standard question with endless possibilities. the girl practically had the job but if she was unable to speak to him without the stutter in her voice, then how was she going to speak to his clients who were just as noteworthy as he was? the answer would be a clear no and theodore would move onto the next potential girl but there was something about this one that stuck in his mind and had since their eyes had first met. he desired her for more than just a secretary, he wanted to turn her skin red and hear his name leave her lips in pure ecstasy that his very touch brought her—but this was all in his head, and again, theo sat there, leaning back in his chair and played the part of the business man with no flaws in his acting. [/div][/center]

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THIS POST IS THE HARDWORKING AND AMAZING DAISY WITH HER CHARACTER, LADY

[/COLOR]. THIS POST TURNED OUT TO BE 978[/B] WORDS, WHICH ISN'T TOO BAD. MUSE METER IS EH[/B] AND THEO IS WEARING THIS[/B]. THE ONLY THING THAT CAN BE SAID ABOUT THIS POST IS SO TIRED...SO BAD...SO SORRY[/B][/div][/center]

[galadriel]

[/style][style=width:430px; height: 300px; font-size: 10px; padding: 10px; border-top: 5px solid #3b5323; border-bottom: 5px solid #3b5323; text-align: justify; overflow: auto;]She couldn't believe how much of a lame nerd she was being in front of her new "potential" employer. The bow was one thing; a sign of respect stolen from another culture, but the stutter. She couldn't believe the stutter that had left her lips. She knew that she was nervous, but that took the cake and caused the rosy tint in her cheeks to darken. When he had asked her to remove her jacket, she quickly complied, shedding the dark blazer from her shoulders and draping the fabric over her arm. She saw something in the man just then. Something she liked more than just his impeccable good looks, and his ability to make her weak in the knees with every glance, every word that escaped his lips. The man oozed power, and she liked how he was able to use it on her.

Lady licked her lips and turned to face Theodore. She exhaled sharply to rid herself of her nerves, and it seemed to help, but looking at the man seated at the desk in front of her, fiddling with the papers in front of him,, she felt like she was under some spell. She felt like she was under his control and would bow to every whim and desire he would or would not lay upon her. She didn't know him. She wanted to, but he would only be her boss and nothing more. In the back of her mind, she wished that maybe they could be more, but it wasn't going to happen; it couldn't. Unless he wanted to. That was the only way that she would indulge in her own petite fantasies.

"tell me about yourself.” Lady swallowed, looking at Theodore straight in the eye as she spoke. She wanted to show him that she was being honest, and that she could speak without a nervous stutter. Now that she had quit waitressing, she needed this job, and she wanted this job more than anything, so that she could be close to Theodore, and maybe get to know him like she wanted to. "My name is Galadriel Bradley, and I'm twenty years old. I was a junior at Oxford University, but took the year off to spend time with my older brother here in Myrtle Beach." Okay, he didn't need her life story. God, she was so lame sometimes. "I'm a very hard worker, and independent in my work. Despite my accent I am very well understood as well, so talking on the phone is easy, and I don't need to repeat myself often." She paused and took a deep breath, hoping that maybe she was saying the right things. He had never been very good with interviews, and her nerves and shyness tended to get the better of her. She had wished that maybe she could have taken a couple pills before he had come into the room, but part of her was glad that she didn't. She didn't need to be high right now. She couldn't. That would just be bad. It would ruin her chances of getting the job, she probably already had.

outfit: click notes: rawr. so excited.