Papers, papers, papers... Maggie sighed. This was truly the downside to this job. She loved the work otherwise though. Sorting fragments of history into shelves, boxes, and fit them together. Like a puzzle, on historical scale. She thanked Fanny to the heavens and back for this opportunity. But that didn't make the paperwork any brighter though. The brown haired young woman scratched her shoulder-short wavy hair and went back to work. Maybe she should get some apple tea, to lighten the load a little. Yea, that sounded nice.
"A Coke......" Rick whined to nobody in particular and weighed on his heels. He was thirsty. Why was his boss ALWAYS late? But when Rick wasn't, he sure was there on time to complain on his servant and apprentice's behavior. Well, he was the Boss after all... So basically, after all equations done, there was nothing to do but wait, so that was what Rick Grey did. Holding the slender black briefcase with the letters "M-A" written in dull dark gold on it, in both hands in front of him, he continued to absently weigh back and forth on his heels.
Nice black jeans, red shirt, black cap. At least the Boss-man seemed to have taste in clothes in Rick's case, thank the heavens! It was he who paid it all, which certainly was one of the plus' with this job. Working in a fast food restaurant would NOT pay for these clothes! Rick grinned slightly. If his old school buddies could see him... It was nice to think it all was his, even though it wasn't his money that paid for it. But hey, it looked good and felt good. Ah, the green music. He chuckled and tugged his deep red shirt and brushed away some imaginary dust for extra effect. Yep, - his boss could pick 'em good, - if he wanted. If only he could cut his hair a bit... He didn't understand why he had to keep this silly haircut. It was just this stupid way his hair tended to grow when it got a tad bit longer than short-cut. But noooooo... the B-man wouldn't have that.
Caught in his own conversations and complaining with himself as usual, Rick failed to notice his Boss walk up from behind. The few other people in the lobby tuned down or even ceased their talking by the sight of the two rather tall men by the entrance. One an obvious young adult, and the other newcomer, a slick-clad man in gray and dark purple colors, with an obvious master aura which spoke 'kiss my boots or kiss the back-street pavement' clearly to anyone with a sense for ranks. Or even for those without.
Rick felt a slight tap on his right shoulder and turned to see the fist-sized large red crystal tip of his boss' long cane.
"Wakey wakey." His Boss said eyes closed in a smile. Rick jumped back to reality in a shocked flash (a bad habit).
"Check-out please." The older male continued as he put on his matching dark-gray hat all the while humming a cheery tune Rick didn't recognize.
The girl behind the counter smiled at Rick as he walked up and obviously had she heard his Boss' orders, since she all ready had the stuff ready for him on the desk.
"Here, here, and here, please." She pointed at the papers, and Rick signed them and collected their copies before trotting back. Meanwhile, the hotel personal had notified the garage so that the Limousine drove up at the end of the fancy stone front just in time. The green music sure made people dance.
"Got everything?" His Boss asked him as he returned, more out of habit than out of disbelief or interest.
"Aye, Sir!" Rick answered just as much on que and followed the man out the large glass doors.
The hotel personal, including the manager himself waved goodbye and wished a good trip as the Limo's doors closed.
"I wonder if I'll be plane-sick again..." Rick thought aloud and mentally noted he would miss this week's episode of Baywatch today. His Boss pulled down the cap over his eyes and wagged a finger.
"Don't be such a party-stopper R-kun, - On to Turkey!"