First Day

[one_bquinn]

Who: Brady Quinn and whoever can help him.
What: Brady needs to know what the f' he's supposed to do as a talent agent.
When: Morning
Where: The Office.
Why: Hilarity over the run around.

You know, is it too much to ask for the people who hired you to at least tell you who to find in the morning?  I've got my copy of the company directory, and put it

Comments

[trentsinreznor]

I think that being a Talent Agemt means that you take people like me who are unsigned and about to have a cd released, and get them signed to the Agency.

But don't listen to me. I just clean the toilets around here.

[one_bquinn]

Finally, someone who knows what's going on. Thanks.

Now let's find my office.

May I have everyone's attention please?!

Could someone tell me where my office is?

[trentsinreznor]

I think the Talent agents are on floor . And if you have sex in the elevator, please use protection so that I don't have to kill you when I am forced to clean up your discarded genetic material. Thank you.

[one_bquinn]

The elevator plays pleasant music. The kind that relaxes tensions, that makes you forget your stepping into a metal coffin being supported by a cable,a sturdy cable, but still.

Your office, your office...There, with your name on it, "B. Quinn".

A desk, a chair, a telephone, and a computer. That's a good start.

Now then. Where to start? I guess we go meet people.

Hi, anyone around?

[metzebd]

Christoph had been walking around, trying to figure out where the hell he was supposed to deliver the papers to. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, second day back and he was buried in paperwork. Somehow he had ended up in the music department's floor, one up from his own office down in Legal. And really, the music department floor was the last one he wanted to be on after what had happened.

He couldn't help but walk to where John's office and noted with surprise that the placard had been removed and replaced with a B. Quinn. Obviously the agency had wasted no time at all in replacing the vacant position. Curiosity, more than anything prompted him to walk towards the open door.

[one_bquinn]

He'd just had the strangest conversation with that PA he'd met earlier, Frank, who had come up to deliver some papers from Legal. He felt he had been rather nice about it too.

Through the window to the hall he saw a rather dashing, well dressed guy approach the door that had been left ajar by Frank.

He decides to accept this interruption in the reading of the aforementioned Legal paperwork.

"Can I help you?"