Apr. 12th, 2012

max_weiss: (standing)
Maxwell Weiss was well known in the right social circles for his parties and over the years they just seemed to get larger and more lavish - not that he minded it, it kept the clients more than happy and more than willing to throw money at him.

This particular do was no different, he'd rented ballroom for the occasion and had managed at least half of the 500 head capacity. Catering, a DJ and several curtained off private spaces in addition to ten models picked to his specifications by his secretary made for a very comfortable and well received gathering every time.

After the first hour or so, though, he always grew bored. The guests became a chore and drinks only took him so far - even a few lines wouldn't keep him entertained without good company. Tonight, however, he'd spotted his choice early - the girl he would have for the evening. One of the models, he hadn't bothered to get a name, was working the crowd with a bright smile - weathering the businessmen's leering looks and roaming hands in her lacy lingerie.

With an easy smile, the older man worked his way around the room until he purposefully ran into her - leaning in to whisper against her ear; "Come with me, please." If she'd been watching closely, his tailored tuxedo and the deference most everyone seemed to give him made it obvious he was the host.
max_weiss: (hey)
Never fond of interviews on Fridays, Maxwell was quite frustrated when Lacey delivered the application to his desk, but he was hoping to fill the spot sooner rather than later and decided it was worth delaying his post-lunch massage to interview the girl... Particularly if she was keen for the position.

Her application intrigued him; a recent graduate of his alma mater - most likely taking a gap year to see America, it'd been popular twenty years before to do much the same. Most curiously, was that students at Cambridge almost always came from money, he couldn't imagine a girl from a well off family and had an impressive CV for her age would have much interest in the position regardless of benefits.

Mister Weiss, your one o'clock is here.

She was early, always a plus. He leaned back in the large chair behind his desk, distracted from his proposed itinerary for his upcoming business trip.

"Of course Lacey, send her in."

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