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Post by Natasha Abramova on Jun 17, 2015 18:20:27 GMT
At exactly 13:24 and 55 seconds, Natasha Abramova arrives at the Penthouse for her meeting with Alexander Chronos. She is dressed in a smart black dress that shows her figure without being too revealing, a pair of black heels on her feet and small earrings in her ears.
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Post by Alexander Chronos VI on Jun 17, 2015 23:01:28 GMT
Samantha had been unceremoniously cut loose earlier that day and her replacement, a young girl named Caroline fresh to the big city from Oklahoma, already seemed overwhelmed by the monumental task of managing her employer's affairs to his exacting specifications. Yet for some reason or other, Chronos had handpicked her from dozens of applicants.
Kitty was buzzed in after a few moments, Alexander sitting behind his desk, looking at an old pocket watch which he returned to his vest after noting her punctual arrival.
"Your pictures do not do you justice, Miss Abramova." the man whom a third of a city bore the name of said in greeting in flawless Russian. "And punctual as well. We are off to promising start."
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Post by Natasha Abramova on Jun 19, 2015 11:48:43 GMT
"I did not know you spoke Russian," Natasha responded with a surprised smile, bowing her head slightly to him. "My job requires me to be highly punctual - I would not wish to disappoint any potential clients." She gave a small laugh. "Unless they of course want me to be late."
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Post by Alexander Chronos VI on Jun 19, 2015 22:53:29 GMT
"I speak thirteen languages fluently, a priceless skill when managing an international corporation." he explained, switching back to English, not bothering to mention the dozen f regional dialects he was also versed in. "No, tardiness shows a lack of respect. It tells a man you believe your time is more valuable than his own and that is an insult I refuse to tolerate."
"So how do your pre-date interview tend to work? I must admit, you are the first escort to demand such. It was an intriguing request to say the least."
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