Manna Beast
I don't trust trees. They're shady.
Original poster
BOGGIEST GREMLIN
STAFF MEMBER
DONATING MEMBER
MYTHICAL MEMBER
- Invitation Status
- Not accepting invites at this time
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- Multiple posts per week
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Online Availability
- All day, every day
- Writing Levels
- Intermediate
- Adept
- Advanced
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
- Primarily Prefer Male
- Genres
- -Fantasy with means of magic and sword based feelings, i do prefer a bit of romance in stories
-Modern with again a fantasy feel
-Cut in anything with a bit of Romance and I can give it a try.
With a jingle did the bell ring, crying out to alert the clerk within the establishment that a customer came calling. The agency was familiar with his face but not so drastically so that questions could be raised and police would be called to begin a lengthy investigation to probe around the business. That was the last thing that they needed. Nosy busy bodies sniffing around trying to find the next lead that might bring them that much closer to their raise and a greater worth among the people.
A single woman short and portly stood behind the counter looking as bored as she probably felt, her lips pulled apart to reveal a welcoming grin, "It is so nice to see you so well, Mr. Grieves." Round in tone and soft in reflection did the brunette greet him, "It has been a while, I began to think that perhaps Mister Silverstone was unsatisfied with our former help we had sent to you."
Sliding across the counter top came that of a worn clipboard, a sign in sheet before they could continue into the depths of the facility; his pen coming out from the breast pocket of his coat to scribble James Grieves across the top; "Nothing of the short, just most of the fine workers have moved up in the world that we are needing a new maid to come in and take over." Hazel eyes moved to observe the woman with a gentle appreciation while she in turn seemed to be waiting for the but at the end of his statement. It wouldn't come of course, he had been in this business too long to go about revealing anything that wasn't permission-able by that of the master of the estate.
"A maid is what you are looking for?" Fingers lifted to rub her second chin, fingernails manicured into a exaggerated stretch that looked exactly what they were, fake. "I think we might have a few young ladies that could fill that position."
"I would be grateful if you would lead on then Mrs. Day." A vague nod was extended to him, "Whenever you are ready." The whole thing was so repetitive that it was a wonder that he didn't just walk in and take over the entire process with a grin having become so familiar with the entire process. But that would be rude after all and he wasn't aiming to tarnish even loosely the name of Silverstone.
Hands smoothed along the hem of her skirt, "This way please Mr. Grieves," A single white door would lead them inside the facility and to those the woman had thought best for this potential offer. Knowing damn well that this company and the estate took extreme care of whomever came into their care. They had one of the best reputations for any worker to advance while being famed for going up and above any call for the general worker. It was a luxury that was literally only once in a life time offer for many.
A single woman short and portly stood behind the counter looking as bored as she probably felt, her lips pulled apart to reveal a welcoming grin, "It is so nice to see you so well, Mr. Grieves." Round in tone and soft in reflection did the brunette greet him, "It has been a while, I began to think that perhaps Mister Silverstone was unsatisfied with our former help we had sent to you."
Sliding across the counter top came that of a worn clipboard, a sign in sheet before they could continue into the depths of the facility; his pen coming out from the breast pocket of his coat to scribble James Grieves across the top; "Nothing of the short, just most of the fine workers have moved up in the world that we are needing a new maid to come in and take over." Hazel eyes moved to observe the woman with a gentle appreciation while she in turn seemed to be waiting for the but at the end of his statement. It wouldn't come of course, he had been in this business too long to go about revealing anything that wasn't permission-able by that of the master of the estate.
"A maid is what you are looking for?" Fingers lifted to rub her second chin, fingernails manicured into a exaggerated stretch that looked exactly what they were, fake. "I think we might have a few young ladies that could fill that position."
"I would be grateful if you would lead on then Mrs. Day." A vague nod was extended to him, "Whenever you are ready." The whole thing was so repetitive that it was a wonder that he didn't just walk in and take over the entire process with a grin having become so familiar with the entire process. But that would be rude after all and he wasn't aiming to tarnish even loosely the name of Silverstone.
Hands smoothed along the hem of her skirt, "This way please Mr. Grieves," A single white door would lead them inside the facility and to those the woman had thought best for this potential offer. Knowing damn well that this company and the estate took extreme care of whomever came into their care. They had one of the best reputations for any worker to advance while being famed for going up and above any call for the general worker. It was a luxury that was literally only once in a life time offer for many.