OOM: Sable's office
Jul. 6th, 2006 12:25 amSable's breathtaking view is clouded by fog today - although as high up as this office is, the misty soup would be more accurately classified as clouds. The stormy skies mirror his mood as he stalks around the office, muttering dictation into a wafer-thin recorder.
"...Red Cross... take their relief fund and shove... see that the FDA finds...check with White about contaminants..."
At his receptionist's tentative knock on the door, he snarls, looking much less the unflappable businessman for just a split second. Looking much less human, for that matter.
"When I said 'no interruptions,' Chase, I meant--" he begins, and breaks off as the door opens.
"...I meant, unless you're in the mood for a fight."
Chase looks briefly at each of them and backs out, closing the door tightly behind him.
"...Red Cross... take their relief fund and shove... see that the FDA finds...check with White about contaminants..."
At his receptionist's tentative knock on the door, he snarls, looking much less the unflappable businessman for just a split second. Looking much less human, for that matter.
"When I said 'no interruptions,' Chase, I meant--" he begins, and breaks off as the door opens.
"...I meant, unless you're in the mood for a fight."
Chase looks briefly at each of them and backs out, closing the door tightly behind him.