Post by Katie Hester on Nov 16, 2013 18:49:44 GMT -8
Charlotte placed the last of her bags next to the door in her New York Condo. “Off to Seattle… I think I have everything I will need upon arrival.” Walking back through the condo, there were several areas that made the imminent departure quite obvious. A few walls were empty as the paintings had already been shipped out to Seattle. A room in the condo was completely empty with the exception of the drip clothes that were still on the floor covered in paint that had fallen from a brush held from the canvas too long in thought. A closet was open with a section that was empty of both clothing that should have been hanging and of shoes. The light-proof bedroom with the king-sized bed neatly made with it’s red and silver bedding and mountain of pillows. It was home, but not as much as it had been previously. Now it would only be the place she stayed when needed in New York.
Making her way back to the desk in the living room and taking a seat, Charlotte looked over her letters of introduction for her arrival in Seattle, the agreement to promote the Ventrue Primogen here in New York to COO of Sterling Advertisement and Media, New York, and the contract with Michael Fabsits. It has been nearly a year since she agreed to revisit the prospect of bonding herself to him.
Michael was talented, there was no doubt about that, handsome if you were into that style, and he had made her company a great deal of money. Elizabeth had definitely chosen well when she brought Charlotte the list of possible artists to represent. But a blood bond with him... If he asked for it, would she agree to maintain the contract... could she agree?
Charlotte eyed the contract, her eyes drifting over his signature and over her own as she recalled the day they had both signed the form. The humor she had that, of all the things he could have asked for, he requested a tiger. A tiger of all things. A smile turned the corner of her mouth. She had been following his movements and connections. Relocating to Seattle was a surprising move but provided the opportunity to open in a new market.
Charlotte dropped the contract on the desk and walked to the wet bar to pour herself a glass of vodka infused blood. But how did she feel about Michael? Amused at his antics, yes. Grateful and relieved that he proved to be worth the risk, yes. He was known as loyal and brave in the Camarilla courts. Loyal…. That’s an important word.
Charlotte continued walking throughout the condo and eventually found herself back in her bedroom. She stopped at the entertainment station and turned on the iPod to one of his songs. Already drawn to him as an artist, could she handle feeling a draw to him as a man?
Charlotte sipped from her glass, set it on the table and laid back upon the bed. She closed her eyes and focused on the music and the way it made her feel. It moved her and she admired the technique and creativity of it’s creation. The cotton shorts and tank top she wore began to rub against her skin and she jumped up to turn off the music. Draining her glass, she looked into the mirror.
They called her logical. She could reason through this. The contract is good for her company and good for her. Michael has proved to be a worthwhile investment. Following his activity over the past year and in her research of his past, he had shown himself to be an upstanding member of the clan and of the sect. True, he isn't an influential member outside of the artists, but he was still young and had his potential. Loyal, again that word. He was loyal and she had tried to do right by him. With that line of thought, he is unlikely to abuse the blood bond. She had given her word. She told him that the issue of the blood bond would be revisited and so long as he did not feel abused, she would allow the bond to be formed to continue on with the contract.
A deep breath and a straightening of her back… She would do it. If he asked for the blood bond, she would do it. Tomorrow evening she would arrive in Seattle and arrange to meet with him.
Making her way back to the desk in the living room and taking a seat, Charlotte looked over her letters of introduction for her arrival in Seattle, the agreement to promote the Ventrue Primogen here in New York to COO of Sterling Advertisement and Media, New York, and the contract with Michael Fabsits. It has been nearly a year since she agreed to revisit the prospect of bonding herself to him.
Michael was talented, there was no doubt about that, handsome if you were into that style, and he had made her company a great deal of money. Elizabeth had definitely chosen well when she brought Charlotte the list of possible artists to represent. But a blood bond with him... If he asked for it, would she agree to maintain the contract... could she agree?
Charlotte eyed the contract, her eyes drifting over his signature and over her own as she recalled the day they had both signed the form. The humor she had that, of all the things he could have asked for, he requested a tiger. A tiger of all things. A smile turned the corner of her mouth. She had been following his movements and connections. Relocating to Seattle was a surprising move but provided the opportunity to open in a new market.
Charlotte dropped the contract on the desk and walked to the wet bar to pour herself a glass of vodka infused blood. But how did she feel about Michael? Amused at his antics, yes. Grateful and relieved that he proved to be worth the risk, yes. He was known as loyal and brave in the Camarilla courts. Loyal…. That’s an important word.
Charlotte continued walking throughout the condo and eventually found herself back in her bedroom. She stopped at the entertainment station and turned on the iPod to one of his songs. Already drawn to him as an artist, could she handle feeling a draw to him as a man?
Charlotte sipped from her glass, set it on the table and laid back upon the bed. She closed her eyes and focused on the music and the way it made her feel. It moved her and she admired the technique and creativity of it’s creation. The cotton shorts and tank top she wore began to rub against her skin and she jumped up to turn off the music. Draining her glass, she looked into the mirror.
They called her logical. She could reason through this. The contract is good for her company and good for her. Michael has proved to be a worthwhile investment. Following his activity over the past year and in her research of his past, he had shown himself to be an upstanding member of the clan and of the sect. True, he isn't an influential member outside of the artists, but he was still young and had his potential. Loyal, again that word. He was loyal and she had tried to do right by him. With that line of thought, he is unlikely to abuse the blood bond. She had given her word. She told him that the issue of the blood bond would be revisited and so long as he did not feel abused, she would allow the bond to be formed to continue on with the contract.
A deep breath and a straightening of her back… She would do it. If he asked for the blood bond, she would do it. Tomorrow evening she would arrive in Seattle and arrange to meet with him.
