Gods Among Us (Valchyrie & mr_pibbs)

[Ondra]

Name: Mo Chou

Age: 150

Gender: Female

Appearance: [GALLERY=media, 17267]Mo Chou by Valchyrie posted Aug 12, 2018 at 3:02 PM[/GALLERY]
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The world as it stands today, is a very lively place. It's an ever-changing world, where everything you thought was right, could turn out to be wrong. Science was making big progress, politicians were debating as always on things that didn't matter and the common people tried to get through life without too much of a hassle. There were those that had very little money, those in the middle and those in the high end. Countries had wars going on within themselves, for reasons unknown to the common people, and it seemed politicians wanted to keep it that way, as they always lied about why a military force was present in any given country. Well, it didn't matter, as long as the world was still standing, everybody was happy. This included the gods and goddesses that were living among the people of earth. These individuals wielded great power but with a great responsibility. They each had an area they were in charge of, and Mo Chou, was in charge of Life and Power. Here, power didn't mean as in fighting off evil forces with great power, no, it meant the power that was needed to fuel the life that she created on this planet. It was a tricky job, but as long as no one interrupted her, she didn't have too many problems with it.

Now, like all the humans on the planet, the gods and goddesses also needed to have jobs. They had high positioned jobs, and Mo Chou was no different. She owned three nightclubs which also contained a large bar area in all of them, around the world. She had an unbelievable amount of money, but she didn't focus on that, she focused on doing her job. As a goddess of life and power, creating night clubs with bar areas had seemed like a good idea, and it was. It was a great way to get people to meet and make love, or just right out give into their animal instincts. Whatever the case may be, alcohol helped them on the way, and even if they should create offspring, even though they didn't plan it, they had still created a life, which was Mo Chou's area. What they did with that life, was out of her control, but she had managed to help them create it. This also meant that she had to make sure her nightclubs were up to date with advertisement and appearance to the people out there in the world. Currently, she had a nightclub in; Paris – France, London – England and Hong Kong – China. Mo herself, had the appearance of a chinese woman, which she had decided on, because of her fascination with the history of Asia and it's mythologies throughout it's history.

At the moment, she was sitting in her private aeroplane, which had been developed to run directly on electricity and power. As a goddess of life, she could not accept that nothing was being done by the polution of normal cars, aeroplanes, ships and so on, which had led her to invest a lot of money in getting this aeroplane constructed. She was sitting in a black suit, red tie around her neck and black heels. Her thick black hair was braided in a very thick braid and it ran all the way down past her rear. She was around a 160 CM in height and only weighed around 60 kilos. A small woman indeed, but never the less, a beautiful one, and a dangerous one, should you qualify yourself to feel her wrath. The trip was currently taking her to London, where she had some business to conclude. She was sitting with her lap top in front of her and was doing a voice call with the manager in London. "Are we settled for the meeting?" she asked him. "Yes Mo. We are ready to begin the negotiations when you have the time. They have offered us a building down at the harbor, and frankly, I see great potential in having a nightclub close to the harbor. We could do some special constructions there, if it goes through." Mo nodded a bit, more to herself, since her manager couldn't see her. "That sounds good. Though I understand that you have a Mason Dewitt coming in, for the artistic position we opened up?" the manager was silent for a moment "Yes, we do. But how did you even have time to get that news?" Mo smiled a bit "It's my company, I make it a point to know what's going on." "Right, well, yes, he's got some potential, I don't know if I'd offer him a full time job, but he could start with a part time job." "Just make sure it's worth our time. I'll see you in London." She said. Her manager replied "I'll make sure. See you in London." and with that, their voice call had been concluded.

Now she had to go through the financial documents of the business. It all looked great, a steady high income and no troubles to speak of. Taxes were done right, and all papers were in order for the countries she had her nightclubs in. Now she could focus on her plan for handling the negotiation. It could be great to have nightclub at the harbor, they could even make a glass dancing floor above the water, should they manage to close the deal, and that would surely bring in more customers, and therefore, also bring a higher percentage of life to the world. Though whether or not it would work, was a question that could only be answered in the future. For now, she had to get there first, and before she would go to the negotiations, she would go and join the interview with this Mason Dewitt, even though it wasn't needed that she was there, she preferred to have a view on the things he would have in his presentation, after all, this position that they had opened up, was a new position in the company. They did have an artistic commercial department, but this position was going to be more focused on updating their appearance to the public eye, in any way possible. Therefore, this position was important, at least to Mo herself, and she wanted to be sure that the person who got the position, was up for the task. "Two hours until we arrive in London." the pilot said over the speakers. Two hours, that meant they would arrive at eleven AM. She would be two minutes late for the interview, but it didn't matter, she would still join it.

Two hours later, they landed in London. She got out and into the limousine that was there to pick her up. Inside it, sat seven other employees of hers, that were positioned in London. They quickly brought her up to speed on everything that had happened since her last visit here, six months ago. Nothing out of the ordinary and they had managed to keep everything under control, which she also expected of them, from the salary they were being paid. She informed them that they were going to join an interview first, before they would continue to the negotiations. Nobody had anything to say about it, they didn't question her methods, as they had seemed to bring in all the money they could ever wish for. She crossed her legs, put in her earpiece for her phone, and let the driver drive them towards the nightclub that was holding the interview.

It was a three story nightclub, first floor had the nightclub part of it, the second part had the bar area of it, and the third was the staff floor. This was the place where they could have meetings, breaks, have a nap, take a quick shower or play a game of pool if they wanted too. Things were very luxurious here for those that worked here. It was twelve midday now, and the woman that had greeted Mason Dewitt in the nightclub area, had led him up to the meeting room. The club was closed for now, as it was a nightclub, and therefore didn't open up until seven PM. It was very Asian inspired, with pictures of dragons, flower gardens, pandas and so on, but it was beautiful none the less, not cheesy at all. The woman opened the door to the meeting room that was surrounded by glass walls, giving a view of the city. It wasn't the tallest building in the city, but it was still quite tall. "If you'll just wait here, I'll get the two that's going to interview you." she said with a smile. Then she walked out of the room, which contained very comfortable leather chairs, and a big TV on one wall as well. A few moments later, a man and a woman came into the room. They both shook Mason Dewitt's hand and sat down at the table. "Well, show us what you got." the man said.

They were only ten minutes into the interview, when Mo Chou appeared on the third floor, with the seven people behind her. She could have gotten there sooner, but the traffic had blocked their way, so she was ten minutes late instead. She walked directly over to the glass doors of the meeting room and opened them up, motioning her seven employees to sit down at the table. She looked at Mason Dewitt. Mo was wearing black make up around her eyes and on her eyebrows. She had an earring in each ear, with a red small ball hanging down. (Look in the picture). The woman looked at Mo "We didn't expect you to come here for this." She said. Mo looked at her and then turned her head to look at Mason Dewitt while she walked down to the end of the table and sat down. "I'm sure Mr. Dewitt here doesn't mind. I won't make you start from the beginning of course, please, just continue with your presentation." the woman and the man looked at each other for a moment, before they turned their heads to look at Mason again. "Please continue Sir. You were saying?" Mo crossed her legs again in the chair, and looked at Mason, waiting to see what he would present her with.

 

[mr_pibbs]

"Dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit..." exclaimed Mason Dewitt as he frantically ran down the crowded sidewalk, gracefully dodging various passers-by and various objects in his way as he sped past. He was late. Truly, utterly, desperately late. But it wasn't exactly his fault, so to speak; it was his dumb rotten luck. As it seemed, unfortunate events seemed to be attracted to him for some odd reason. Even when Mason was a child, things would always seem to be perfect, and then never go right for him. In grade school it was his marks, which steadily declined thanks to a series of spiteful teachers who tried to keep all of the students down, but Mason managed to pull by after his parents (and most others) confronted the principal about it.

In his first years of high school, Mason developed a serious case of acne that didn't decide to go away until he reached college. Because of this, he was the butt of many jokes by the popular kids (and most of the girls he was interested in), but he managed to cope by finding some new friends who he has remained in contact with to this very day. But lastly, when he was in college to become a professional architect, it seemed like every alarm clock he purchased broke the second it got out of the box, as he would always wake up an hour after his classes had already begun and would need to make a mad dash towards the school just to make it in time for the last ten minutes of his lectures. Thankfully though, unlike his grade school teachers, his professors were more than pleased by the work he put forth and he eventually graduated at the top of his class.

But, as fate would have it, the patented "Dewitt Dumb Luck", as he had named it, had now made him extremely late for his first day of a brand new job. After seeing some of the freelance work he did for the previous year's World Peace Monument in New York City (mostly just the base of the monument, but an elaborate piece of work no doubt), a big-time international company asked him to come on for a four-month period to work with the complete redevelopment of their corporate line of bars and restaurants. Of course Mason was thrilled and signed on almost immediately, especially after the company was so generous to find him a well-dressed apartment in the heart of London, something he could never personally own with the kind of pay he usually received. But then again, as Mason thought, if any company has more than enough wealth to redistribute to some of its employees, it was one owned by his new employer; Mo Cho. He didn't know too much about the exquisite entertainment mogul, but he knew that if she was interested in hiring him, he would have to be a moron to turn down the job.

Besides, the last long-term gig he had done was working on the redesign of an art museum, which he excelled at, but unfortunately only lasted a few weeks before some guy fresh out of the military was hired on to replace Mason once his contract ended. So after that, Mason needed an excuse to move out of his shitty little apartment, and it seemed like this job was his ticket to freedom. Even his flight, an expensive venture if he had to afford it with his current funds, was paid for in full by Ms. Cho's company. He had already prepared an incredibly detailed pitch of how he was preparing to tackle the redesigns and the renovations, including the cost and demographics he was hoping to reach with the brand-new club. Everything was so perfectly drawn down to the last minuscule detail...

Of course, until today when his cab unexpectedly broke down just as he was pulling out of the hotel parking lot, forcing him to run the rest of the way to work. In the rain. Heavy, cold, London rain. By the time he finally reached the nightclub for his interview, Mason's clothes were soaked beyond belief. To make matters worse; the rain seeming came to an end just as he entered the establishment; Score 2 for the "Dewitt Dumb Luck". Though as he tried to shake off the rain as best as he could so as to not track any water through the building, Mason let out a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. "Don't worry about it... You've got this, Mace. They're gonna love it." he whispered, shaking his legs a little to try and knock off the excess water. Thankfully Mason hadn't gone with the white-dress shirt he had planned to wear that day, otherwise the rain would've made it transparent enough to make the interview awkward. Instead, he opted for a darker-navy green dress shirt with a black tie that was tucked into a set of firmly pressed black dress-pants. In all honesty, it was one of his nicest attires, but that wasn't saying much since he normally worked from his studio wearing a pair of sweatpants and loose-fitting t-shirts emblazoned with icons from his personal favorite pieces of popular culture.

But after that, everything seemed to be pretty normal for the young man. The air-conditioning within the club managed to dry him off quite a bit as he headed upstairs and greeted the various businessmen who had taken time out of their busy schedules to conduct this interview. Gratefully, he shook all of their hands and offered up his warmest introductions before he began his presentation. He had barely gotten past the introductory phase where he hyped up the 'retail possibilities' of his new design before the door to the office opened and none other than Mo Cho herself stepped in.

During the brief amount of time he had spoken with the executives in the room, Mason felt his nerves quickly slipping away, which allowed his presentation to feel more natural and powerful. However, with the arrival of one of the most influential business women in the world, Mason felt the butterflies return in droves, accompanied by a few new friends. "M-Ms. Cho... I-It's an honor to meet you..." Mason blurted out, trying his best to keep his composure. He offered her a curt bow, having done his research on how certain cultures conducted their business back when he was in college, before he stood up straight once more and took in another deep breath as he was asked to continue. Mason nodded at the man who explained he could continue before he nervously cleared his throat. "Well, um... What I was getting to was... Well... People always like the newest thing. Apple wouldn't be a huge company if they only ever made one iPod and kept it at that, right? They appealed to the demographics who wanted it to be faster, smaller, have more storage-- and they listened. Well, you can look at clubs the same way. Realistically; a high-class night spot and a dive-bar out on the docks are similar all but on one front; they serve different audiences, one being the rich and powerful, and the other being the meek and hard-by working folks... Like me."

Mason paused, glancing around the room to get an idea of how his words were being received. It seemed like he still had everyone hooked, but he couldn't linger for too long. But this was where things were about to get interesting. "Well, what my plan to encourage further development of your night clubs while also keeping things fresh is to... Well... Start over. Branch out, you know? Three different corporate ventures; night clubs, tech-cafes, and maybe even a more family-friendly establishment. Three primary sources of revenue all under one corporate family driving three substantial financial streams all the way back home. It's... Well, I mean it's not 100% fool-proof, but nobody's gonna want to stay out late clubbing all night long. If you really want to keep people coming in, you have to consider the possibility that additional environments for your customers might be really beneficial to the company."

 

[Ondra]

Mo looked at DeWitt as he started talking again. She hadn't commented on his courtsey bow or any of the things he had said to her, as she had entered the conference room, but she hadn't thrown him out, which to most people, would be seen as a chance that should not be wasted. Sure, with her legs crossed and her hands folded in front of her, she looked rather intimidating, despite not being taller than 135 CM. She was a petite woman indeed, but her appearance alone was enough to make anyone uncomfortable, should she wish for them to feel uncomfortable. Though right now, she had no intentions of making DeWitt feel like that, at least not yet. If his presentation went bad, and it would be a waste of her time, well, then she might turn off her charms, but as he was standing there, looking like a nervous wreck in Mo's eyes, she decided to give him the chance he had come for. After all, he hadn't expected the big boss to be here either, so she supposed that his nervousness was partly her fault, despite the fact that a possible employee in her company, should be ready to handle and adjust themselves to any challenges that might appear.

Well, he had chosen the basic strategy for presenting something, which was okay. He had brought up another company and it's product, to state a fact and make himself a way to the point he wanted to make. Easy, but not exactly an illegal strategy, though if he wanted to work in Mo's company, he would have to step up his game in how he presented something. She had top qualified employees, who didn't need to compare or use another product to make a point, and he would have to learn how to do that as well, if he wanted to have a future in the company. But so far, he hadn't said anything that was untrue, though he had just stated facts that they all already knew, so where he was going with this was rather interesting, though also a bit worrisome, as it would be more difficult to get Mo's attention, regarding a possible position in the company for him. After all, they were not looking for someone who could tell them what they already knew, they were looking for someone who could give them a new face on the outside. Which seemed to be the next step in Mr. DeWitt's presentation.

During the small break where DeWeitt tried to feel the room, Mo made no movement at all, she was just looking at him, waiting for him to continue. The man and the woman that had greeted DeWitt in the beginning, before Mo showed up, had taken some notes and whispered a bit to each other, but otherwise did nothing. Then all of them listened to the next things that he talked about, and here Mo moved her hands from a folded position, to having one hand on the table, tapping it gently with her black painted fingernails. The man and woman looked at Mo when he started about talking over, knowing that that was a bad statement to make. Though they couldn't stop him, as he was already continuing on how they could redo the whole company. They were unsure of how Mo would respond, but by the tapping of her fingernails against the table, it didn't look like she was satisfied with that idea.

And they were right, now that Mr. DeWitt was done talking, neither the man nor the woman had a chance to talk to him before Mo started talking. Her finger-tapping had stopped, probably because it was her turn to speak. "Well Mr. DeWitt. A beautiful presentation, perhaps a bit classic in the strategy, to get to your point, but beautifully done despite that." the man and woman looked at each other, a bit confused at her statement. They expected her to be irritated by the statement, but here she was showing none of that, until she started talking again the next moment. "However, Mr. DeWitt, you are speaking to a woman who has build everything from scratch and who sleeps with one eye open during the nights. I am not here to make a family-friendly company, nor am I here to make a global night-bar club, with twenty clubs in each country and district. I have three night bars and clubs around the world, and I'm aiming for two more, at most. Starting over is not possible for this company. However, if you want to bring tech into our company, it's going to be integrated into our existing systems, unless it's possible to upgrade the whole system with it, to make it better. We will not make cafés that houses computers and other tech things. Our company is build around the night life, and with my schedule, we do not have time to keep other businesses open during the night." Of course, being a goddess was part of her schedule, and she had to make sure that the basic needs of humanity stayed satisfied: Love and reproducing, and she could control that with a nightclub and bar, but that was not an explanation she could give to anyone here, it would have to stay a secret.

She got up from the table now and without a word, left the room. The man and woman looked at Mr. DeWitt "Don't go anywhere, give us a moment with Ms. Mo." the man said. They hurried out of the room and stopped Mo before she reached the elevator. They had a talk that lasted for about fifteen minutes in the hallway, the short Mo having her arms crossed the entire time. After the talk, Mo came back with the man and woman and looked at DeWitt. "My employees here believes that you should have the benefit of the doubt and be provided a chance to work here. While I do not appreciate your disrespect for the state my company is in, currently, regarding your point of starting over, I'll give you the one chance. But if you fail, these two employees here, who has worked for me for ten years and who is vouching for you, will go down with you." the man and the woman didn't looked nervous, but they were clearly uncomfortable with the situation they had put themselves in. Mo continued. "But since you did do a pretty good presentation, we're creating a position for you in the company. You'll be getting full-time, and if you say no, you won't have a job. If you are in school, you will quit the school, to work here. Should you do well in the next three years, all future education will be paid for in full, plus you'll be given proper living accommodations. Your position here will be Art and Digital advertisement and presentation. It's a one man position to begin with. Prove yourself and you'll be given more employees to work with. What do you say?" she asked, crossing her arms under her relatively big sized chest, compared to her size, the red tie being pressed into her stomach by her arms, and the suit tightening slightly around her, though she was not uncomfortable as she was waiting for an answer.