Back to the Grind(open)

[Kiala]

Amelia had been out of work since she had been shot. She had been forced to let the wound heal at it's own pace due to the public nature of her injury. It had been a real pain in the neck..literally. The bad part about it all is she was shot in her left shoulder and she was left handed. She limped her way into the foyer , her bag slung across her back, her arm is finally out of the sling, though it still hurts.

Amelia entered the elevator and pressed the proper button to get to her floor. Hartford Trading, not a bad place to work. Pay was alright but the job itself was tiring due to its monotonous nature. She limped her way to her desk, her cane not making it's customary 'clunk clunk' due to the carpeting, despite its thinness. She worked in the Public Relations office as the personal assistant of Ms.Rockefeller. It was fairly empty at the moment, then again it was only 7am, two hours before her shift normally starts. She called Marry in personnel and told her to call the temp and tell her not to come in that day.

It was actually one of the higher paying positions a woman of her age and education could get in the company. Truth be told she was likely smarter than most people on the entire floor. Possibly even her own boss Ms. Rockefeller, though she wouldn't say it to her face. Amelia's finger's almost immediately fell to work at her computer, trying to make up for the week of work she missed. Luckily she had workers comp, and her insurance had payed for her hospital bills.

She made call's, filed reports, and did her normal routine, but at double her normal pace. At one point she takes out her lap top and hooks it up to the network and starts multi tasking. Amelia didn't normally like to work at such a pace, but she had a lot of catching up to do. Then there was the fact that the temp had destroyed the order of her desk. Reorganized it...and where was her Skeleton Jack coffee mug?? She needed her coffee durnint! She noted a number of things missing from her desk.

She had accomplished this all before anyone else had even come in, even Ms. Rockefeller. That was unusual in itself. When her boss did eventualy make her appearance Amy rose and smiled at her, "Morning Ms.Rockefeller...anything I can get you this morning?"

[baroquest]

It was the third time in just over twelve hours that Erica was returning to the Empire State building and her reluctance to meet the normal work day on almost no sleep was apparent upon her pale features. Though she didn't show signs of fatigue the same way a normal human would, such as bags under the eyes or bloodshot sclera, she still needed to concentrate to hide the long night she had just endured. Living a double life certainly was not what it was cracked up to be.

Erica gathered herself as the elevator neared her floor, as she prepared to disembark and head to her office for eight hours of work she could delegate upon someone else if she really wanted to. Her office had been growing decidedly alien to her recently as she took on more responsibilities, of both her own and Julian's making, and seemed that every time she came in that she placed a bit more of her work load upon her subordinates. Things would be different soon, Erica kept reminding herself, soon all the hard work would pay off and she would be able to resume her older responsibilities. Soon things would be easier.

The chime of the elevator bell was like a racer's shot for the youthful business woman, who smoothed out the front of her leg hugging formal skirt as she disembarked and made her way across the soft carpet. In one hand she carried her ever present case, while her other moved to adjust the collar of her blouse beneath her jacket. It was just after eight and, though she didn't yet expect anyone to be in, Erica first went to the front desk of the corner side office block. Julian had dedicated a comfortable amount of resources towards the PR department at Hartford Trading, enough that they even had their own floor away from the marketing department and clerical sector. They weren't alone on the floor of course but were simply the only employees of Julian's company, and that suited Erica just fine. The fewer people who got used to working around her the better. She'd only recently publicly started, even though she had been overseeing Julian's PR for nearly eighty years. As much as the employees knew, she was transferred in from one of HT Inc's national branches, though the truth was she had stepped back from the podium after her last decade long public stint had raised a couple of questions regarding her age. What made this time special however was that Erica's real name had been used to introduce her to the work force.

The office itself was simple enough, with something of a reception area off of the double doors that led in from the public hallway, beside where the secretaries desk was. On the other side a couple of cubicles, though one housed the clerical machines, and then a few call desks overlooking the massive windows. The other side of the office was walled off in partition, which contained a presentation room, storage and lastly Erica's corner office, outside of which her own personal assistant had her desk.

With a quiet sigh as she surveyed the seemingly empty office from the front desk, Erica checked for any new messages on the phone and, finding none, made her way around the cubicles to her office. She was admittedly startled by who she encountered at the desk outside of her office.
"Ms. Johnson..." Erica said pleasantly as she stuck to her habit of using surnames when addressing her employees, though her expression freely betrayed her surprise at seeing Amelia at work.
"Um, Yes, I'm in desperate need of something caffeinated..." it was then that Erica remembered that Amelia, unlike Peter who had taken over for her during her absence, was not very good at making coffee runs, what with her obvious debilitation. "Actually, that can wait. I must say, though..." the proper woman went on as she approached Amelia's desk, which she set her case upon to perch her chin upon the hand that carried it. She wasn't wearing heels, and was only a little bit taller than the desk with a case upon it. "I'm absolutely delighted to see you back. You're look as though the recovery time did you some good." Erica didn't exactly know what had happened to Amelia beyond that she had been unfortunate enough to catch a bullet with her shoulder.

[Kiala]

Amelia smiled at her boss. She was genuinely fond of Ms. Rockefeller, and honesty amused at the look of surprise on the other woman‘s face. She was a bit formal but she was a decent person to work for, expecting no more work out of an employee than she would do herself. Witch admittedly was a lot. Ms. Rockefeller was a workaholic, and the entire office knew it. Then again so was Amy. Besides Deb and hunting Tremere, it seemed to be all she cared about. When coffee was mentioned Amelia smiled. Something her and Ms. Rockefeller had in common. They survived on coffee. Despite being told never mind, Amelia was already reaching under her desk for a thermos. She had taken into account that her limp would hinder her in getting coffee, so she decided to start cheating.

“I hope this is fine, it’s a premium French roast…it’s a bit easier on me”. She pours her boss a cup in the thermos cup and hands it to her, “Thank you, its good to be back to work…I love Deb to death, but she was smothering me”, she smiles as she takes out a couple containers. One with sugar and one with creamer. Amelia starts searching through and around her desk again, “But I think that’s the last time I go to ‘The Edge’ if they let crazy asian women with gun carrying thugs in there.”

Frowning she looks at Ms. Rockefeller, “Have you seen my Jack Skeleton cup??…and my candy dish is also missing as well as a few other thing‘s.”. It was a well known fact that Amelia didn’t like anyone, anyone messing with the order of her desk. If some one had taken her things, it would not be pretty. She straitened her jacket. Amelia dressed as per company policy though her personal style was still much in evidence. Her jacket and skirt were black and her blouse was blood red. She wore black three inch heels. She was short like her employer, something that she suspected had something to do with them getting along so well. Her shoulder length black hair was held in a simple ponytail. She kept her makeup simple when at work. Crimson lips and a red eyeliner. All in all she looked rather professional.