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LOG: Thread [Leo & Uni][CLOSED]

Jan 15, 2009 12:24

WHO: Leo (dishonesta) and Uni (byamossystone)
WHAT: Uni asks Leo for assistance in firing one of her employees. Then maybe some lunch to help her de-stress.
WHERE: Millefiore HQ
WHEN: Thursday morning
RATING: G
WARNING: None. They're harmless, really.

( He was curious, of course, but there was nothing else in the message except the time, date, and location. )

leonardo lippi, uni, *log: incomplete, *log: on-going, *log: thread, *log

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So innocent and harmless! onlyluminous January 15 2009, 18:34:13 UTC

Uni looked up, a little startled, at the soft knock, but forced herself to stand up from where she had been curled up on one of the many couches scattered around her office. Her assistant wasn't there to answer the door for her -- she had sent him on an errand as soon as she arrived at the office, still not having entirely forgiven him for his role in this whole mess -- and so it was she who padded over to the door to answer the knock. If it was Leo, he was perfectly on time.

She inhaled deeply, trying to calm herself (when was the last time she had done this? was she even doing the right thing?) and opened the door.

"Leo-san," she greeted. "Good morning."

Who would ever suspecting him of hacking into the Millefiore data banks! dishonesta January 15 2009, 21:14:30 UTC

He raised an eyebrow as she appeared behind the door, at the haggard look on her face and dark bags under her eyes. "Good morning, Uni-sama," a smile and slight tilt of his head, and Leo stepped inside the office, unmistakably decorated by Uni herself.

"Are you alright?" He asked, allowing a concerned frown to curve on his brows. "You look exhausted."

Of course, it wasn't any of his business how Uni got to this state. He couldn't care less, really. But if it was something related to the Millefiore, then it was to his own interests that he found out about it. Being Byakuran's secretary enabled him to oversee a great amount of work, but of course, there were things he didn't know. Things vital to the company's survival and things that can affect high-up persons greatly. Those things were what he was interested in.

And of course, to obtain those information, he needed to play the role of a good, obedient employee.

Leo would never do that! He's just as harmless as Uni. onlyluminous January 16 2009, 08:38:04 UTC

"I'm fine, thank you." She thought she had been hiding it a little better than that. Then again, even with her usual dosage of sleeping pills, her sleep these past few weeks had been uneasy, restless and troubled by nightmares.

Ever since the merger, three or so years ago, Uni had allowed herself to slip more and more into the comforting lassitude of indifference: the Millefiore's final arbiter of taste did not care much for company operations or anything outside the limited sphere of design and her own personal staff. She had nothing to do with who stayed or who left, except when someone intrigued her enough to catch her attention. Spanner had been one such person, and the fact that both the graphic design division and the personnel department had not followed up his application -- and worse, had delayed so much he had been driven to write about it on a network journal, thus tarnishing the image of the efficiency of the Millefiore's design division, one of the few things she actually cared about in the company -- frustrated her. ( ... )

dishonesta January 17 2009, 06:42:10 UTC

He said nothing to her and stood silently as she moved. Her back looked so small like this, and it just dawned on him how young she was. An exact age was unknown to him, of course, and Leo knew enough manners not to ask a girl about her age. But she looked younger than him, possibly in her early twenties. A hint of jealousy flashed through his mind. This girl had everything. Already co-owning one a large company such as this, inheriting from her parents her position, title, estate, everything. Leo's parents left him with nothing but rags to cover the naked newborn, and his foster parents left him nothing but a name and enough money to survive ( ... )

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