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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2014 21:30:22 GMT
it wraps me in the sparkling twilight @erik / ♬ midnight city The sun was already setting by the time Jenny found her way to the proper hotel. She was supposed to be at one at noon, but she'd gotten the wrong one, and then had to eat lunch, and then got distracted by the beach... it was a slow day for her.
She was finally there, standing on the sidewalk in front, on her cellphone, waiting for the somehow elusive hotel owner to pick up. It wasn't his fault she hadn't been able to find him yet today. She'd been completely off-track, some way or another, but this had to have been the right phone number. However, nothing happened. It went to message for some old lady. How had she not written down the right number?
Jenny finally walked into the hotel, headed up to the reception desk, and leaned against it with a tired smile.
"I'm looking for Erik. Er, Mr. Alejandro. The one who owns this hotel chain?" It was a stupid question. Any time Jenny was looking for someone big-time, or someone in an actual business, locating them was nearly impossible. They were generally untouchable by entertainment journalists like her - like so many had said to her, they were in business, not entertainment. But anyone who could count as a celebrity was someone Jenny had to keep in touch with. Of course, getting the right phone number would probably help.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2014 22:40:08 GMT
| At some point, his signature was starting to look like like a signature and more like a series of loopy scribbles. At one point, he'd remembered, Erik would have practiced writing his name - and with every intention of being famous. Ironically, the dream of being famous was the only thing to come true, as he stayed seated in a seat that was far too big for him in an office that was far too clean for his liking.
Then the clock struck three and he was gone. Off to more important things of his job, and quite frankly the few areas that he actually cared about. Whether it was talking with a businessperson or being interviewed, so long as he was taken out of the office for an extended period of time, he was a happy camper.
And, well, if he was a happy camper, then so was the rest of the staff.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but Mr. Alejandro is rather busy at the moment." The lady at the front said, and at the mentioning of his name, his ears perked. Slight grin on his face, Erik waltzed over to the front desk, leaning against it as he turned to the receptionist.
"Tell Charlie that I'm going to be out for the rest of the day, if he'll listen to you." Nodding to her, almost as if he was dismissing her entirely, he turned to Jenny. The lady at the front said, and at the mentioning of his name, his ears perked. Slight grin on his face, Erik waltzed over to the front desk, leaning against it as he turned to the receptionist.
"Tell Charlie that I'm going to be out for the rest of the day, if he'll listen to you." Nodding to her, almost as if he was dismissing her entirely, he turned to Jenny. "Would you like to go get a coffee, Miss McQuinn?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 10, 2014 6:33:21 GMT
it wraps me in the sparkling twilight @erik / ♬ midnight city Jenny's eyes dropped to the granite counter as the receptionist explained that he was busy. That was the usual spiel. He was off doing his fancy businessperson work, fancy, I-don't-have-time-for-desperate-journalists work, and Jenny would be left going home again with no article, instead finding some indie garage band and reviewing their neighborhood concert and then getting yelled at because what the hell happened to Erik Alejandro?
Her gaze lifted back up to see who it was who had slunk over next to her, and as Jenny finally saw who it was, she began to beam. She was too surprised to help it. When Erik looked at her, she quickly dropped the massive grin and put on a bit of a smaller smile. It wasn't professional to beam so forcefully at people like that - she had to at least try and keep her interviewees, well, comfortable. The shock had just gotten to her; the shock that not only was Erik here, he was offering for the two of them to go get a coffee. She tried not to dwell too much on how impressed she was.
"Mr. Alejandro," Jenny said with a slight nod, unable to hide the relief in her voice. "That would be nice. I hope I don't look too surprised, I'm just so used to people putting me off for more important occasions," she admitted with a laugh. "Any good coffeehouses around?"
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2014 22:04:32 GMT
| She seemed nice, relief evident when he arrived to all but dismiss the lady at the counter. Though, she looked more annoyed than anything, Erik decided that he was going to ignore her while offering an arm to Jenny.
"I would never turn away a pretty face. Plus, this interview is rather important, isn't it?" Other than maybe a conference, there wouldn't be many other things that he would comfortably say were more important than this.
Almost frowning, Erik tried to remember of the last good coffeehouse that he had been to. "It's a bit upscale, and just a little ways down the road if you don't mind walking? I can pay." They could get a coffee, sit down and talk about whatever Jenny needed to talk about.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2014 16:26:33 GMT
it wraps me in the sparkling twilight @erik / ♬ midnight city A pretty face. Jenny fought the urge to blush. It was unprofessional as hell, but she was also very pale, and it usually didn't turn out very well.
"I suppose so, yeah," she agreed, laughing a bit. It would only pay for her food for the next few weeks, besides a bit she would put into savings for a new car, and then rent. Not to mention, it could potentially earn her a raise, interviewing someone as big as Erik was.
She glanced sideways out the window as he mentioned somewhere upscale and nearby. How upscale could a coffee place be?
"That sounds great. And I'll grab my own, but thank you," she said sincerely - there was an unreasonable amount of guilt that overcame her whenever someone else paid for her. Especially food. She cast him a little smile, and began to walk out of the hotel, assuming he would be next to her.
"I don't have too many questions, so this shouldn't take too long, by the way," Jenny commented. She felt an urge to re-iterate how much she appreciated his time, but didn't want to sound quite that desperate or hopeless, so she left it alone and instead focused on keeping an eye out for the coffeehouse. They were places where she generally always felt at home.
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