10-23-2010, 05:13 PM
Drumming his hands on the glass surface of the conference desk, Sevastian's impatience began to wither up to nothing. It was twenty-three minutes past the start of the meeting. It was bad enough that it had been postponed for what... the seventh time. Grumbling, his fingers danced over to the black conference room phone. Sliding his hands across the buttons, he typed in the number to the redhead that usually scheduled all his meetings.
"Hey. Umm. Would you mind coming down to the conference room. I need your assistance immediately." Tossing the phone on the stand, his hands moved up to his face. Massaging his sore cheeks, his hands drew up higher toward his hairline. Exhaling, he hit the intercom button. "Juliet... would you mind grabbing me a strong black tea? Thanks." Dropping his head on the table, he stared blankly at the white walls. It seemed to bright in the room, but Sevastian's depressed expression would make others think otherwise.
Business was slow. No one was upholding their side of the bargain. It was beginning to both Sevastian that his contacts were failing to meet his high-pedestal standards. Moaning, he thumped his head against the clear table a few times, causing a red mark to appear on his forehead. "I hate my life...." he grumbled as he heard the door slide open. "Juliet. Why? Why are people so... unreliable. Why can't the world be full of wonderful people like yourself?"
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