Zemyx
Riku stood in the doorway of the printing room, clutching in his hand a pile of envelopes on which he'd meticulously recorded the names of half a dozen new clients, appropriately and anal retentively printed with the address of the office and the postage. He was simply waiting for his printouts of the new distributor price sheets and had headed to the mail room to retrieve them.
“S’matter, kiddo?” Axel patted him on his shoulder. “Not run the printer ye-oh.” He peeked in the door. “Leave this one to me.”
Axel took the papers from the bewildered Riku’s hands and patted him again as he sent him on his way. Riku took the mild abuse with gentle good humour, reassuring himself that it was just another rung on the corporate ladder.
The poor intern beat it towards the elevators and Axel wandered down the hall way at his leisure, poking his head into an office at the far corner. “Mr. Denton?” Axel’s voice was serious. “You’d better come here. I could use your assistance.”
Marluxia got up at once. “Axel?” He wasn’t used to seeing the salesman up in his department.
Axel said nothing of importance, except to lead Marluxia down the hallway and point him in the direction of the mail room, with only the slight sigh of: “It could use your special touch.”
“Axel!” Marluxia’s voice rang out a second later. “You traitorous BASTARD!”
“Sorry Marly!” Axel sing-songed as the elevator doors swung shut in front of his grinning face. “Dude, if I have to look at Zexion’s naked arse, so do you!”
“S’matter, kiddo?” Axel patted him on his shoulder. “Not run the printer ye-oh.” He peeked in the door. “Leave this one to me.”
Axel took the papers from the bewildered Riku’s hands and patted him again as he sent him on his way. Riku took the mild abuse with gentle good humour, reassuring himself that it was just another rung on the corporate ladder.
The poor intern beat it towards the elevators and Axel wandered down the hall way at his leisure, poking his head into an office at the far corner. “Mr. Denton?” Axel’s voice was serious. “You’d better come here. I could use your assistance.”
Marluxia got up at once. “Axel?” He wasn’t used to seeing the salesman up in his department.
Axel said nothing of importance, except to lead Marluxia down the hallway and point him in the direction of the mail room, with only the slight sigh of: “It could use your special touch.”
“Axel!” Marluxia’s voice rang out a second later. “You traitorous BASTARD!”
“Sorry Marly!” Axel sing-songed as the elevator doors swung shut in front of his grinning face. “Dude, if I have to look at Zexion’s naked arse, so do you!”