YEAR: 2041
YEAR: 2041-2042
YEAR: 2042
YEAR: 2042
Post by MIDORI CHAUCER on Mar 10, 2020 17:20:28 GMT -5
i can cast a spell,
see, but you can't tell. mix a special
BREW, put fire inside of you.
see, but you can't tell. mix a special
BREW, put fire inside of you.
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[attr="class","nthlftsybdytxt1"]Days like this one were becoming all too typical. Midori took a deep breath as her eyes skimmed the proposal that had just been sent to her phone. It had only taken a few lines for her to make her decision, but she was still paying the others due diligence by being thorough. Her eyes then peered up to see Perri laughing and hitting the leg of the cardboard cut-out of his father. "Dada!" he said proudly, clapping as he turned to get his mother's attention. "That's right, sweetie!"
It was an impromptu drop-off. This was a scheduled day for Perri to be with FABIANO PERINI. However, it was hardly going according to the original plan. Khloe had called in with the flu, and there was no way Midori was taking that sort of chance. So, she opted to drop Perri off on her own. She had done her best to communicate the pick-up by text, because she had been on the phone practically all morning. It was quite a feat getting a toddler bathed, fed and dressed while on the phone.
Midori turned her attention back to her phone. "It's a no," said Midori. "I refuse to have this series held hostage so that your clients can try to ring out way more than they're worth. You see, your clients need to understand that they are replaceable. All it takes is the next big thing to strike in their offseason, and a second season to re-up of that show instantly. I initially offered a 27% raise, but if we're feeling greedy, then perhaps 11% the best we can do now. I mean, once legal gets involved...."
The agent on the other end began to have some rather choice words, to which Midori promptly cut him off. "Whoa! Make that 9%. Think twice before you use that sort of language in front of my son. Now, take the offer to your clients, and know that every hour may very well cost you another percent."
Midori hung up the phone and then looked over at Perri with a smile. "See that? Mommy's kicking ass this morning!" Midori said to her son. She held up her hand which he knew to reach out to give a high five. As his little hand slapped against hers, Perri cried out. "Kick-in ass!" Midori's eyes widened. "Nono, Perri honey. That's not a good word. Mama made a boo-boo." Perri only laughed. Yeah, she'd hear about that once he said it around Fabiano. She reached into his bag and produced a small juice box. "You thirsty?" Perri nodded, and Midori proceeded to place the straw inside, holding it so that he could take a sip.
Her phone rang again, but this time it was the office. "This is Midori. Go," she said. She could listened as the terms of negotiation was explained with the Belgian carriers. "Tell them it's 19% or it's nothing. Because we can easily filter our content through third parties and cut into their own expected profits." There was an exchange on the other end which made Midori frown, even as Perri took another sip from the box she was holding. "Well, unless you're going to call my father while he's visiting his other daughter in Hong Kong, or you can actually track down my brother, Barry, who's been netting like six hours the entire week, my word is the last word. Give them the message, or give your notice by the end of the day." Midori hung up the phone, to see Perri now holding a stuffed Falcon, sporting a Falmouth jersey.
Exhaling, Midori reached out and ran her hand through Perri's hair. In her opinion, it was time for a haircut. As her eyes lifted from her son's head, she realized she hand an audience. "Well, hello."
It was an impromptu drop-off. This was a scheduled day for Perri to be with FABIANO PERINI. However, it was hardly going according to the original plan. Khloe had called in with the flu, and there was no way Midori was taking that sort of chance. So, she opted to drop Perri off on her own. She had done her best to communicate the pick-up by text, because she had been on the phone practically all morning. It was quite a feat getting a toddler bathed, fed and dressed while on the phone.
Midori turned her attention back to her phone. "It's a no," said Midori. "I refuse to have this series held hostage so that your clients can try to ring out way more than they're worth. You see, your clients need to understand that they are replaceable. All it takes is the next big thing to strike in their offseason, and a second season to re-up of that show instantly. I initially offered a 27% raise, but if we're feeling greedy, then perhaps 11% the best we can do now. I mean, once legal gets involved...."
The agent on the other end began to have some rather choice words, to which Midori promptly cut him off. "Whoa! Make that 9%. Think twice before you use that sort of language in front of my son. Now, take the offer to your clients, and know that every hour may very well cost you another percent."
Midori hung up the phone and then looked over at Perri with a smile. "See that? Mommy's kicking ass this morning!" Midori said to her son. She held up her hand which he knew to reach out to give a high five. As his little hand slapped against hers, Perri cried out. "Kick-in ass!" Midori's eyes widened. "Nono, Perri honey. That's not a good word. Mama made a boo-boo." Perri only laughed. Yeah, she'd hear about that once he said it around Fabiano. She reached into his bag and produced a small juice box. "You thirsty?" Perri nodded, and Midori proceeded to place the straw inside, holding it so that he could take a sip.
Her phone rang again, but this time it was the office. "This is Midori. Go," she said. She could listened as the terms of negotiation was explained with the Belgian carriers. "Tell them it's 19% or it's nothing. Because we can easily filter our content through third parties and cut into their own expected profits." There was an exchange on the other end which made Midori frown, even as Perri took another sip from the box she was holding. "Well, unless you're going to call my father while he's visiting his other daughter in Hong Kong, or you can actually track down my brother, Barry, who's been netting like six hours the entire week, my word is the last word. Give them the message, or give your notice by the end of the day." Midori hung up the phone, to see Perri now holding a stuffed Falcon, sporting a Falmouth jersey.
Exhaling, Midori reached out and ran her hand through Perri's hair. In her opinion, it was time for a haircut. As her eyes lifted from her son's head, she realized she hand an audience. "Well, hello."
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