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PostPosted: Thu May 20, 2004 12:58 pm    Post subject: A little PR never hurt the Elf. . . Reply with quote

Date: 2/19/2004 2:20 AM Eastern Daylight Time
From: Pslyder FTA



   Lisana was out and about early. The blonde made sure to tell Pslyder to meet her at the gym in an hour, after they had gotten off the phone with one another. She had to make use of the fact that the elf was one of the hotter commodities in the League. So the endorsements were signed by her on his behalf. The agent was found. Someone the blonde knew from back in her college days and had kept in touch with. That was what brought her down to the nicer side of town. The clean streets. The immaculate office buildings. To stand outside the door of The O'Connell Agency. The glass door was tugged open and the blonde stepped into the warm comfortable office. The receptionist smiled in greeting. "Good morning Miss, how may I help you?" Ever polite the greeting as Lisana looked around. " Lisana Drasinia to see Felicia O'Connell." It got a nod from the middle aged brunette behind the desk. "Is Ms. O'Connell expecting you Ms. Drasinia?" Lisana moved over to the desk, leaning against the side of it as she looked at the woman behind it. Her feet were all ready starting to kill her in the strappy sandals that matched the flowing dress she was wearing. " She is. Please tell her I am here, I do have other business to attend to, today." The brunette nodded quickly and picked up the phone. Punching the extension for Felicia's extension. "Ms. O'Connell? Yes there is a Lisana Drasinia here......oh, yes ma'am, right away." The brunette hung up the phone, coming quickly out from behind the desk. "Ms. Drasinia, this way, Ms. O'Connell is waiting for you in her office." Lisana nodded with a smile and followed the brunette back through the winding corridors of the large set of offices and hallways. Not even a pause in the blonde's steps as the door to the largest corner office was opened by the receptionist. She breezed past the woman and curtly closed the door on her. Turning to face the beautiful redhead in front of her. Both women let out a squeal in unison and then they were embracing. " It's been forever Feli! God you look good, success sits well on  you. Did you get a boob job?" "Lissie! Look at you! Are you pregnant?!! Hey! They are all natural thank you very much!" Both women broke down into laughter, hugging once more before they settled into chairs on their respective sides of the desk.

"Look at you Felicia, you look absolutely wonderful. God it's good to see you. But to answer your question yes I am pregnant. Due sometime in August. I am dating Tellius, he's on BLS, I know you keep up with them. And of course I have my own expansion team, though you all ready know that. Since we've been talking over the phone. Just remember. Pslyder is *ahem* lethal to unprepared women. So don't let your guard down, okay?" The blonde gave her longtime friend a grin and checked her watch. " I told him to meet me at the Gym, he should be there in about twenty minutes."

Felicia gave a nod, she'd spent some time observing Pslyder in action since she and Lisana had spoken. She had seen the effects the elf had on the women in the crowds. Seen the way they practically creamed themselves when he happened to glance their way. " I know Lissie, don't worry, my brain still functions even in the presence of an up and coming sex symbol." A rueful chuckle given. "I'm suprised you didn't fall for him" That earned Felicia a look from Lisana that near instantly shut the redheaded woman up. "Ah, I see." The blonde shook her head. "No you don't see Felicia, we could have gotten together but we didn't. He's one of my dearest friends and sometimes I have to be his conscience. I'll tear anyone to pieces that hurts him. He's family." That last statement brought a widening of Felicia's eyes. She knew Lisana well and knew that the blonde didn't name someone "Family" easily. Though once named that meant they were treated like no other by the blonde. Felicia stood. Smoothing out the three piece double breasted light blue suit. The jacket worn alone without a shirt and the skirt came to her knees. She looked quite respectable and professional. While at the same time not losing a bit of her femininity. "Shall we go then, I had the car pulled around when I was told you were here. Lets take a ride dear friend." Felicia helped Lisana up out of the chair. Giving the blonde a tender hug. "Congradulations Lissie, if anyone will make a good mother it's you." Lisana smiled and kissed Felicia on the cheek. "Thanks Feli."

The two women headed out of the office, sliding into the back of the sleek sedan out front waiting for them. Talking softly after Lisana gave the driver the address of the Unmentionables Gym. Catching up on old times the entire ride to the large warehouse that had been purchased and remodled specifically for the League's newest expansion team. Lisana pointed to Pslyder's bike with a smile. "By the way he builds custom bikes, both Tellius and I have one."  Felicia gave a nod, she was busy going over the contracts for the energy bar endorsement. Sliding out of the sedan and she followed Lisana into the gym. Contracts slid back into the manilla folder in her arm which was tucked back into her briefcase. Glancing around the Gym before her eyes fell to the elf. Lisana cleared her throat. "Pslyder!" Calling out to her star duelist to get his attention before she smiled at him and led Felicia over. "Pslyder this is Felicia O'Connell, she's your new public relations agent. An old friend of mine from college. Felicia, this is  Pslyder." She leaned to kiss the elf on the cheek and nod to Felicia before she was backing away. " I have some other things to attend to today. I will leave you two to discuss business and get acquainted. Psly sweety, Felicia has the contract for your new endorsement. There are samples in the office if you feel you have to try it before you sign. Other then that, well Felicia will let you know what's gonna be needed." She waved to the two and was hurrying towards the door. Tellius was waiting, a rev of the bikes engine was heard before the blonde slipped out of the gym, locking it behind her. Psly had keys and the gym wasn't open for regular business for another four hours.

Felicia glanced at Pslyder, nodding a bit as she tipped her head. A pair of reading glasses still perched on her nose. That mass of red hair was up in a loose bun and she looked professional but relaxed. She held a hand out to Pslyder and smiled. " A pleasure to meet you Pslyder. As Lisana said I am here to help you, help your team."

He took her hand, "Pleased ta meet'cha", and brushed his lips over it.  He'd decided to go with loose fitting clothes today, as this was all biz for him.  "So," he drawled, "Ah'm gon' be sellin' energy bars, Ah take it?"  He casually glanced over her behind his mirrorshades, then firmly throttled his libido into check.  It just wouldn't do to try seducing one's agent, after all. . .

Felicia figured he was probably checking her out. It wasn’t something she was unaccustomed to, being a female agent in a sporting arena it came with the territory. That million dollar smile was gifted to him. “Indeed. From what I have read in the contract they are all natural, they have the ingredients in them to compliment both your energy on the field and the…ah, other areas your known for. I have tried the product, it is a good product, taste wise, it seems as if it will sell well. I am here to make sure that all the other aspects of the selling are done in a professional manner and in a way that will best help your image and the image of  your team.” She took a moment to pull out the manilla folder once more, opening it and flipping it to the page that described his duties. “ As you can see here, it says that you will need to do some photo shoots with the product, for marketing ads. It also states that if you are to eat anything at any of your matches it is to be the product. If that’s acceptable to you I just need to get you to sign this last page here.” Expert use of her skills kept the juggling act of papers and folder while she pulled out a pen from being a humiliation. Felicia held the pen and folder out to him. “By the way. Damn good matches the past couple of weeks.”

He read over the pages quickly, the cameras in his mind scanning them to his headware memory.  "So no shots'a eatin' 'em in mah boxers, neh?" He joked, flashing her his own smile.  "An' thanks, but Ah'm still workin' on tha rest'a mah season.  Mind if'n Ah give a couple'a these suckers a try right quick?"  He didn't really approve of the limitation of only eating the bars at the matches, especially with the way some of those were catered, but he could work with it.  Other than that, he didn't really see any problems lurking in the contracts.  He'd review them in more detail later, but first he needed to try the things.  If they tasted even half as good as it was claimed, they'd sell even without his face plastered on them.

A quick shake of her head. “No, not shots of you eating them in your boxers.” A hand slid into her briefcase again, all three flavors brought out. One of each. “No go ahead, I figured you might so I brought some of the samples they sent over to me with them. If you have no objections to the contract I will go ahead and make the call to confirm the first marketing shoot for tomorrow at ten a.m. Here in the gym. I can get a revision on the contract about the eating if you need me to. Just have it stated that you need to be seen eating one bar, at each match so that you don’t feel like your getting limited. I know they cater most of the matches. It was the only part of the contract I really forsaw a problem with. Would that be better for you?” She moved over to set her things down on a table. Spreading out the paperwork so he could get a better look at it, while she jotted some notes down on a legal pad. The energy bars were actually very good. They didn’t have that eating cardboard kind of taste most had. A hand braced to the table as she leaned over, tapping the toe of one soft blue pump against the floor. “ Just throw out whatever ideas you have and I’ll jot them down. Also anything that you think might land you with negative publicity give me a heads up on so that I can spin it so it’s not so bad.”

He quirked an eyebrow at her, wondering if she could read his mind. . .as interesting as that may be, there were places in there she really did not want to go.  He peeled off the wrapper from one of the bars and took a small bite.  "Hmm. . .not bad. . .nice'n chewy, but gotta good flavor to 'em."  He kept chewing thoughtfully, running over the contract display in his vision.  He highlighted a few sections that had very slight potential to rebound in a bad way, and sent that information to the printer in the office.  His smartgrapple snaked out of his arm, grabbing the paper out of the printer and setting it in front of her before coiling back into its housing.  Finishing off the bar, he grinned at her, crumpled up the wrapper, and sailed it deftly over his shoulder and into the trashcan.  He waved off the pen, setting a finger against the paper and tracing his name, the device in that finger leaving a slightly burning scent as it imprinted his signature on the sheet.  "Thaht 'bout take care'a tha preliminaries?"

There was a slight chuckle as she watched him. Those reading glasses perched on her nose still and she was gathering up the contract, that was tucked neatly back into place. “That takes care of it and no they don’t taste bad at all. Give it about two minutes and you’ll feel the kick.” She just had to grin, a rather well, secretive grin. Pale green eyes set to watching him for the reaction. It was an interesting one to be sure. She’d experienced it when she’d eaten her first energy bar. Now she was curious to see how it would hit him. Glancing down at her watch before back up at him. “And…five….four…..three……two…….one.” Leaning to see just how the other ingredients affect him. She was watching his pupils.

He furrowed his brow at her, slipping off the mirrorshades.  It didn't hit him right away, per se, but he definitely felt something.  He couldn't quite put his finger on it at first, but then he really felt it would be a good idea if he wasn't so close to her for a while.  "Innerestin'. . .Do me a favor, would'ja?  Kinda. . .go thaht way fer a while."  He fought to keep that firm throttle on his libido, really trying hard not to think of her as anything but a business associate.  He idly noted the way his muscles thrummed, and wondered what kind of performance he could muster.  Moving quickly, he shucked off the sweatshirt and laid into the punching bag with a flurry of quick strikes and powerful kicks.  He kept this up for quite some time before he felt even the slightest fatigue, and was rather grateful to find that his rampaging libido was once again quiescent.  He grabbed up a towel to wipe off the sweat, and picked up the sweatshirt again before facing her.  "Very innerestin'.  Ah like." he said with a wry grin.

Felicia humored him, chuckling as she moved across the gym to make her phone call. The small mobile phone was held to her hear as she spoke into it. Watching the elf go through the furious workout. It would be a good photo shoot. She had a lot of ideas to go over with the photographer. There was no doubt that these energy bars were going to be a hit. The phone was hung up as he finished his work out. She moved closer to him. She didn’t feel like shouting across the gym at him. “ Good, glad you like them. Now be here tomorrow morning at ten a.m. Just wear sweats and a tee-shirt. I’ll have clothes for you to wear during the shoots. Then I will need for you to be free tomorrow night at about eight p.m. We have an engagement to go to with the top people of the company that is making the energy bars. It’s black tie. I’ll have a tux sent over to you.” She handed him her business card. “Meet me at that address at seven thirty. Oh and my home phone and mobile are on the back of the card. Any emergencies try the mobile first, if you get the voice mail then I’m at home. Like I said before, I need to know about bad press asap.” She gave him a smile before she was moving to gather up all of her things. Moving out of the gym, she slid into the sedan as the driver held the door open for her. A wave to Pslyder before the door closed and she was heading back to the office.
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