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Post by Raquella Sawamatsu on Jun 15, 2006 17:32:09 GMT -5
Raquella had been thrust into the corporation as soon as she came out of her mom's stomach. As daughter of an electronics company owner, big Japanese businessman, she was expected to be nice and sweet to all of their affiliates, including the business partner Ryuta Sawmatsu had found in the Takahashi's. The Takahashi's owned Sanelle's, that's Say-nells, so she was offered a job as the manager of that store. Too good for work? Yeah, she was, but Sanelle's was for the elite, and working there made her better than all the kids working at other stores, and the staff there. At 15, she had enough knowledge to run her own place.
Not a lot of customers, as usual. It was mainly teenyboppers and aging, middle-class women who couldn't afford the salt-water pearls and fine silks, the brocade dresses and ornaments, and she treated them all the same: Surprisingly, as human beings. Even though one item would probably cost them a month's paycheck. She was expected to look as though she could afford to stop there as often as most people stop for coffee, and she could, so the outfit was not an act. Her red stilettos clicked on the dark wood floor as she walked over to a shelf to straighten the small figurines lined up on it, her knee-length black chiffon skirt swaying slightly. Covering her torso was a Marc Jacobs white V-neck loose sweater, wool and cashmere, with wavy stitching on the hem.
Sighing, she returned to the desk and played with a ballpoint pen. When the fu** was lunch break?
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Post by Raquella Sawamatsu on Jun 15, 2006 19:23:33 GMT -5
(Christ. I seriously don't know what I have to do to get any sort of reply.)
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Post by Artemis Saggezza on Jun 15, 2006 19:43:22 GMT -5
((Sorry--meant to reply to this earlier--I'M ON IT!))
--Artemis wandered around the mall, looking half-heartedly into the various stores. She wanted to see someone ANYONE she knew. Even an enemy would do. She walked by a store she'd rarely noticed befiore. she thought she saw soemone she knew in the store. She walked in, smiling...--
"Hey, I'm Artemis..."
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Post by Raquella Sawamatsu on Jun 15, 2006 19:50:32 GMT -5
(Wow. You just made me and my rant look like jackasses. ) Raquella immediately dropped her ballpoint pen, the black one with 'Sawamatsu & Company' written on it in a bold white script, and her stilettos tapped their way over to Artemis. "Hello. I'm Raquella. How are you?" She wasn't really into a lot of socialization connected to the workplace. It was...odd. But if it meant she could sell some jewelery, it was worth a try. The thing she liked about the Takahashis, even that intolerable Yukio, was that they didn't care how you sold something, as long as there was the day's set amount in the till. Today, she had to sell $1200 worth. $500 down, $700 to go. That was the only way she got her 10% commission.
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Post by Artemis Saggezza on Jun 15, 2006 19:56:02 GMT -5
--Artemis smiled, and put her hands in her back pockets. She looked absently at all the jewlery, and shrugged. She looked the girl over, thinking. *How the hell do you walk in those heels?!*--
"Not too bad, just meandering...." she said simply...."What about you?" she asked...."I know I am going to sound like a complete lunatic, but how the hell do you walk in thoses shoes?! I would break my neck within 2 seconds....I can barely stay balanced on flat feet..."
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Post by Raquella Sawamatsu on Jun 15, 2006 21:02:59 GMT -5
Raquella laughed. "I'm balanced, I am. It just takes a bit of practice. I can run track in heels." Again, she smiled and surveyed Artemis herself. Usually, girls just didn't strut into Sanelle's, and ask her about her own footwear. But she looked like a different sort, confident and nice and all that.
All the girls who came in stepped really lightly on the floors and walked around so slowly trying to soak all the luxury in, occasionally asking the price of an elaborate silver ring and gulping when they heard '140.' Where, everyone studied the necklaces, scarves, etc, and didn't even have enough for, well, any of them whatsoever.
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