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[Roxanne Lilith Grimaldi]

woah, amber is the color of your energy
woah, shades of gold displayed naturally

you wanna know what brings me here?

Roxanne Grimaldi was foremost a business women. She had learned at a very early age that go be successful and make it in the world as anything more then a trophy wife that she was going to need an education, a degree, and a goals in life. She had her father or rather step father pay for her college, in England of course. She had gotten a degree, although it was coupled with years of hard partying and booze probably seeping out of her pores. She had graduated though, and she had immediately applied for jobs all over. She didn't have any set goals in mind at that time, but she was sure as hell going to get them as soon as she found a decent job. She did, with Chic Magazine. It wasn't her ideal place of employment, but she saw a lot of oppurtunity there, and quickly worked her way through the ranks, stepping on people as she went if she needed to. She had finally found a goal and that was to eventually own, Chic. Her plan was a good one, and she was heading the branch in Walten City, which was wonderful. She was running her own office, had her own employees and loved every minute of it. Most called or asked her about certain things, and she was the Editor to most, and everyone knew that she would take over, it was only a matter of time. She was a fair boss, a tough one, but fair and she required dedicated, hard working, people for her company. One of those employees had a brilliant idea. They needed to start interviews with celebrities and athletes that were like the 'common reader' and get them to relate clothes to their work and life and all that. It was pretty decent or at least Roxanne could turn it into something pretty explosive. That was why she was headed down the the ten over six tea house that afternoon.

She had woken up that morning early, about seven, gotten a shower, spent a solid fifteen minutes picking her outfit and putting it all together. She thought that she looked professional, fashionable and youthful all at the same time. She had done her hair she that it was pulled back, into a loose twist in the back. She had then headed to the office, going at least ten over the speed limit the whole time. As she got to her office, she was created with her smiling secretary, her assistant, and the mail guy that was practically always drooling over the models that would around scantily clad. She rolled her eyes. Heading to her office, she smiled as she got down to work and as Eliza, her secretary walked in with a stack of messages. She smiled at the girl, but wasn't chatty so that was a sign for her to leave. As she looked at the messages, once stuck out to her. Jezebel Tishent was one of the people she had contacted to get an interview with someone and she had returned her call, saying that she was free that afternoon.

Quickly, she picked up the phone, dialed and spoke with a receptionist and set up an oppointment with Ms. Tishent for noon at ten over six. She often liked having meetings with clients outside of her office, because at times her office was filled with models, racks of clothing samples, boards pinned to walls with fabric swatches stuck to them. It took a lot of work to run Chic, but she was good at it. As the hour approached, she smiled to herself, put on her caplet, and headed out of the office and made her way to the tea house. They weren't a full service lunch cafe, but salads and sandwhichs were perfect for a nice fall day. She hated when in the business world people were late so she was a solid ten minutes early, getting to their reserved table, she sat down, and ordered a Mimosa, until her lunch date arrived.

She was typing like a mad women on her blackberry when she heard the familiar sound of high heeled shoes headed her way. Without looking around, she waited until Jezebel was fully in sight, admiring her outfit, she only stopped typing on her cell phone, when the women was seated across from her. Extending her hand, she gave a warm smile. "Roxanne Grimaldi, so nice to mee you." Her Australian accent was thick, but to some comforting. She waited as the women shook her hand.

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[Jezebel Malena Tishent]

jezebel was just next door doing some damage control when her secretary called her, asking to see if it would be possible if she could pencil in an appointment with an co-editor in chief of chic magazine. jezebel called her secretary so that she would not get any information lost in translation over text. a ms. grimaldi in particular was the one interested in a meeting. jeze rushed her secretary to give her the place in which the editor wanted to meet at. when she mentioned the tea house in town, jezebel thought it was perfect for she was only next door. she agreed to the meeting and hung up on her secretary. do it again. she has to look a little less trailer trash and do something about those beer stained teeth. we cannot very well have a children looking up to such a role model now can we. said jezebel as she touched her finger to her temple while she spoke in a monotone voice toward the stylists. one of her clients just so happened to think that it was okay for her to disappear from the world, missing appointments and dodging phone calls from all of her agents just so she could live a normal teenage life. cora, hun. lets get one thing straight. publicity is my job is it not? and what you just did was bad publicity, which can be good sometimes. a seventeen year old getting wasted and missing her interview with oprah on how it feels to be a role model for the youth of countries all over the world is not under any circumstance good bad publicity. said jeze sounding as if she were a sweet person that just enjoyed chewing off someones face. i'm sure you like all your shiny things and your lavish life so i suggest you keep appointments, makes your fans happy and for god sakes stay away from the booze. no one, i repeat no one looks up to a beer bellied idol. said jeze as she paced back and fourth, making eye contact at times with the young star. if you want to go down that path hang out with amy winehouse, tara reid whomever and call me in a few years to say hi when you are on child celebrity rehab on VH1. said Jezebel with a smile the whole time and emphasis on things that need to stick into her clients mind. i am not a babysitter. so this little slip up will never happen again. right? the tin foil shook in the singers hair as she had the sheer look of terror in her eyes. no one wants to lose their money and no one wants to cross jezebel tishent. with a colgate smile she clasped her hands together and spoke with a perky tone. good! said jeze as she swiftly turned on her heel.

jezebel took all of the signed papers stating that all of the beauticians working on the singer would keep everything hush hush, that is if they did not want a huge suing on their hands. jezebel looked at the man that was sent with her on the disaster control mission and told him that cora had to be on a flight back to L.A in an hour unseen by any paparazzi that would have a field day to know the star was in this town when she was supposed to be preparing for her second national tour. jezebel saw that she had just enough time to pop next door into the tea house for her meeting. she was earlier then she was supposed to be, but that was the way she liked it. she scanned the cafe with her arm held at an acute angle, hand bag hanging down from it until she saw someone that would recognize her. if no one did then she would take a seat and wait until she saw the person she was to be meeting up with.

it was not until she saw a woman look up from her phone. to jezebel it was fairly simple to spot out those that worked for fashion magazines, especially in this town. an editor of a magazine dealing in fashion must live and breath for it. able to spot out designers and always have a phone in hand. jezebel had three phones that she carried with her and a lap top. it was how most people knew that she had a demanding job like the one she has. jezebel had a phone for her clients, workers and a personal phone. she rose both of her eyebrows when she looked at ms. grimaldi, showing that she now knew the face of the person she was meeting up with. the woman was obviously beautiful and had great taste, clothing wise. jezebel extended her hand out towards roxanne when she reached the table. like wise roxanne, you don't mind if I call you roxanne right? said jeze as she sat down, legs crossing automatically.

status?! complete
tag?! roxanne
outfit?! wearing
notes?! HBIC
credit?! Hey it's SHMEY!@caution

[Roxanne Lilith Grimaldi]

woah, amber is the color of your energy
woah, shades of gold displayed naturally

you wanna know what brings me here?

This meeting was bound to go over well, there weren't many things that you could get wrong with a lunch meeting at a tea house when one was trying to get the other's business to help them both. If everything worked out the way it was supposed each women would walk away with a smile on their faces. That was the goal, afterall, and if what she had heard about Ms. Tishent was true then perhaps they would walk away with a working friendship. Roxanne had done her research. She wasn't just going in blind, oh no, she was going in well prepared and ready with answers and interesting topic conversations. It was always good to be prepared, because in the business world, time was money and when you ran around trying to get your head out of your own ass, you lost time and therefore lost money, and she didn't like the idea of not having money. She was sipping her mimosa and sending an email to her secretary about making sure that the spread on Alexander McQueen was going to be done by the time she got back to the office, when she smiled. Yes, Jezebel was gorgeous and had on more then a few thousands of dollards on her body. The shoes, the dress, the bag, everything was highend, expensive and just her taste. Perhaps a little colorless, but monochromatic was good. As she sat down, she watched each movement, you could tell a lot about a person from their body language, each movement told a story. Either confidance, fear, cockiness, shyness, or that someone was hiding something. She wasn't expert by no means, but she sure had picked up a few things during her life.

She let go of the other women's hand. "Of course you can call me Roxanne. Ms. Grimaldi does sound like a bit of a bore and with contemporaries, it isn't required, don't you think, Jezebel." She hadn't bothered to ask her lunch date if it was okay to use her first name, much rather liking the idea of taking charge and just going forth with what they had come here to discuss. She finished up her email, and set the cell phone down on the table. It was on vibrate, but Jezebel wasn't so almighty important that she would miss a call by having the lifeline tucked in her purse. The waiter chose that time to come over to order. She picked up the menu, quickly scanned it, already having chosen what she wanted when she arrived. She gestured over to the women across from her, letting her order her drink and meal first and then she spoke. "I would like the grilled lemon chicken with a balsamic vinagrette, bread, and that will be all for me, also, could I please have a Fuji bottle of water. Thank you." She handed over the menu, and leaned back slightly.

Roxanne wasn't one for chit chat or small talk when it came to business, really what was the point. Why not get what you had to say out of the way and then enjoy the time together or the meal or the whatever you were doing? Why did people insist on dragging things out. So, Rox did just that, she crossed her hands, leaned back to be a bit more comfortable, and spoke clearly. "So, Jezebel, I'm looking to do several articles that revolve around one celebrity or sports star. Someone perhaps up and coming or along those lines. I want to have them go and write a bit of it themselves, but of course we can work with that. Do you understand?

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