For Sammikins
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maderrUm. Probably horribly inaccurate, but I didn't want to give it away by pestering you with questions ^^;
I doubt anyone else remembers this char, bt that's okay.
Owen tried not to fuss with his tie, but he hated the thing.
Professional, he reminded himself. He had to look professional -- hell, he had to look super duper ultra professional with this internship. He still couldn't believe he'd landed it. His name wasn't low on the list of potentials, but it hadn't been in the top five or probably even ten either.
He smiled as the secretary responsible for training him approached, and he was duly impressed she could walk in such high heels.
"Hey, sweetie, I've got something important to show you real quick."
Was he going insane or was there a tremor of fear in her voice? He had to be insane...but then again, he had heard all the rumors about this place...and if Paul were here, he'd roll his eyes and tell Owen this was what he deserved for listenign to said rumors in the first place.
"Okay," he said cheerfully, fingers twitchign with the urge to get rid of his stupid tie. Paul had given it to him, saying the rich green brought out his eyes. Owen amused himself briefly with thoughts of what he'd like to do with the tie and Paul, then made himself focus again on work. He needed this internship, he would not screw it up.
He followed the secretary -- Jonna? Was that her name? He couldn't keep names straight when twenty of them were thrown at him in the span of ten minutes -- into the elevator.
She swallowed, and there was no mistaking the nervousness in the gesture. "We take these reports each morning to the main office upstairs."
"Why not just wire them up?"
"They don't like it where someone might be able to peak. Hardcopy only." She rolled her eyes. "Plus, they like to keep us in line with a little fear."
"Fear?" Owen asked.
"He's in today." She pinched the bridge of her nose as the elevator chimed and opened. Then she dropped her hand and strode out, heels clicking, smile bright on her face. "Good morning, Ru--"
Her words were cut off as a sound that could only be a gunshot rang out, followed in rapid succession by three more.
Owen froze, every rumor he'd ever heard replaying in his head.
At the massive front desk, a woman wearing a headset murmured politely to someone on the phone, then put the person on hold and smiled at Owen. "Don't worry, dear. He never hits anyone by accident, and all his targets are in that office." She pointed to a closed set of double doors with her thumb. "You've got nothing to worry about, unless you seriously offend him."
Nodding reflexively, Owen realized suddenly why he had gotten the internship at Stratton.
'Unless you seriously offend him' she said. Most rumors said everything offended Val Reising.
Owen wondered if it was too late to reconsider flipping burgers.
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A/N: Owen is from my old story Handcuffs. Val (and Stratton in general) is pure Sammikins, and I shamelessly borrowed it from her (and I'm sure I butchered utterly, b/c I always have to pester her a million times before I get it half right ^^). If you do not already Val, he is made of win (and I am ever hopeful she will write more, cause Val is my true love).
I doubt anyone else remembers this char, bt that's okay.
Owen tried not to fuss with his tie, but he hated the thing.
Professional, he reminded himself. He had to look professional -- hell, he had to look super duper ultra professional with this internship. He still couldn't believe he'd landed it. His name wasn't low on the list of potentials, but it hadn't been in the top five or probably even ten either.
He smiled as the secretary responsible for training him approached, and he was duly impressed she could walk in such high heels.
"Hey, sweetie, I've got something important to show you real quick."
Was he going insane or was there a tremor of fear in her voice? He had to be insane...but then again, he had heard all the rumors about this place...and if Paul were here, he'd roll his eyes and tell Owen this was what he deserved for listenign to said rumors in the first place.
"Okay," he said cheerfully, fingers twitchign with the urge to get rid of his stupid tie. Paul had given it to him, saying the rich green brought out his eyes. Owen amused himself briefly with thoughts of what he'd like to do with the tie and Paul, then made himself focus again on work. He needed this internship, he would not screw it up.
He followed the secretary -- Jonna? Was that her name? He couldn't keep names straight when twenty of them were thrown at him in the span of ten minutes -- into the elevator.
She swallowed, and there was no mistaking the nervousness in the gesture. "We take these reports each morning to the main office upstairs."
"Why not just wire them up?"
"They don't like it where someone might be able to peak. Hardcopy only." She rolled her eyes. "Plus, they like to keep us in line with a little fear."
"Fear?" Owen asked.
"He's in today." She pinched the bridge of her nose as the elevator chimed and opened. Then she dropped her hand and strode out, heels clicking, smile bright on her face. "Good morning, Ru--"
Her words were cut off as a sound that could only be a gunshot rang out, followed in rapid succession by three more.
Owen froze, every rumor he'd ever heard replaying in his head.
At the massive front desk, a woman wearing a headset murmured politely to someone on the phone, then put the person on hold and smiled at Owen. "Don't worry, dear. He never hits anyone by accident, and all his targets are in that office." She pointed to a closed set of double doors with her thumb. "You've got nothing to worry about, unless you seriously offend him."
Nodding reflexively, Owen realized suddenly why he had gotten the internship at Stratton.
'Unless you seriously offend him' she said. Most rumors said everything offended Val Reising.
Owen wondered if it was too late to reconsider flipping burgers.
* * *
A/N: Owen is from my old story Handcuffs. Val (and Stratton in general) is pure Sammikins, and I shamelessly borrowed it from her (and I'm sure I butchered utterly, b/c I always have to pester her a million times before I get it half right ^^). If you do not already Val, he is made of win (and I am ever hopeful she will write more, cause Val is my true love).
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Date: 2008-02-09 02:28 am (UTC)I KNEW it was Handcuffs! Wo0t for me!!
...I will have to read about Val now....
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Date: 2008-02-09 02:36 am (UTC)I love Owen and Paul. One of my favs of your stories. I liked the story... Bad Boy? - too.
Poor Owen, working at Stratton. Val is made of win... but that doesn't mean I'd want to run into him. ^__^
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Date: 2008-02-09 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-02-09 02:45 am (UTC)Poor Owen. He has no idea. And indeed, Val is made of pure win.
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Date: 2008-02-09 03:43 am (UTC)Eeeeeee!
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Date: 2008-02-09 05:15 am (UTC)Thank you! <3
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Date: 2008-02-09 03:49 pm (UTC)I do love how nonchalantly the second woman takes it all. Balls of steel, that one. ^^;
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Date: 2008-02-09 04:34 pm (UTC)Sooooo much love!! *____*
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