(dog date! ad hoc is just so old, but i saw the dogs and had to write it LOL follow-up is optional! i did take a lot of liberties here, so i hope you don't mind... in summary, i figure his company (SAABE) wanted to do business with Yene and sent in representatives, one of which offended aminia so ad hoc is here to kind of amend that, but feel free to chew him out because his company is essentially trying to be greedy capitalists and sell them war machines)
SAABE has been keeping an eye on the Yene society as a potential business partner. Slowly, but surely, they’ve been trickling in the interest and arranging meeting to discuss future venues of contracted work.
A rebellion in the midst? It’s best to be prepared for it than to go in blind, thankfully, we have a wide selection of…
It was cold, and required delicacy, most of which the employees at SAABE did not have and were promptly fired for. The latest one being particularly rude and lacking the tact to talk about their political situation to a certain courtesan. It was such a disaster that Ad Hoc had to step down from his ivory tower and address the matters himself.
It was an honest mistake on his part, for hiring a man who failed to do his research. Aminia Jeannet had a distaste for politics, which Ad Hoc found silly and immature. Everything was political, right down to the silks of her clothing and the gold hanging from her ears. Her refusal to embrace it, especially at her current position, was just a liability waiting to happen.
Nonetheless, he had a job to do, even if it put him at a lush green garden with plenty of space for their dogs to run around. She had four, lovely dogs that Ada, his dachshund, took an immediate liking to. Julian, his mixed breed, was older in his years but stilled rolled around in the pristine lawn in some comfortable shady corner.
Ad Hoc sits comfortably at the patio table, donning an expensive but casual gray suit. It mostly covered up his tattoos, but the ink still peeked out from under his collar and sleeves, not that it bothered him any the fact that he bothered dressing up for the occasion was enough of a message. According to his own records, because he did his research properly, it seems Aminia was no stranger to body modifications.
“Pabst Blue,” he tells the waiter who seemingly appeared from nowhere to take their drinks and then slink back to whence he came after getting the lady’s order.
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ENNETTE IS SO CUTE!!!!! thank u for replying to my stinky old man o(-(
A company as large and successful as SAABE needed an iron-grip on its workers to be running as efficiently as it does. It needed command, cooperation, and understanding from the higher ups to the grunt to the grunt workers to achieve that transparent goal that would benefit both of them (but mostly the former) in the long-run. The heads relocate a branch then they are expected to pack up their life and move, they delegate that you achieve positive results in your accounts you had better do it or they will find someone who will, and often this social contract is understood without having to be told.
Ad Hoc was an exception to this case, and often, it was a battle between the company and himself. Any other employee would be instructed to treat all their clients as high-profile, and that he should greet all of them in-person, and yet Ad Hoc was picky with who got to see him. The company heads were often divided on the topic of his defiant attitude, with one half wanting to pull the reins on Ad Hoc, and the other half knowing they would never be able to.
Let them squabble, for the man who named himself after his job, there simply was no humanity left in him, there was no opinion to be formed. He had an operation to execute, and he would perform it optimally. He knows his own business practices were intense and he would use it to overwhelm stubborn or difficult cases.
En Litari the second, “Loser King”, had a reputation of being a pushover, and Ad Hoc was just the type to push people over the edge.
He was hired to protect the image and assets of the company, so while they were off playing space-man and Tony Stark, Ad Hoc was on the political side of things, handling the adult matters with other adults.
… twenty-five was considered an adult, right?
What game was he playing at?! This wasn’t some baby-sitting service, and he was not to be tossed around like this as some by-product to his trivial affairs. Others in his position, and there were in the other companies out there, would take this offense as grounds for a dismissal of the account, but Ad Hoc found an angle to be worked with in this situation.
Sitting idly before his arrival was the daughter of King Litari, he had been briefed about the Litari family before and she was likely mentioned once before in their correspondences. She is of average height and weight, adorning golden embellishments in her ensemble of an outfit, giving her the youthful, pretty, appearance of a young girl. It seemed, she had inherited her father’s hair color, which he always figured was the mark of a hard-working man but apparently was genetic (disappointing). But more remarkable was… the general enchanting vibe she gave off. It was more than what a princess of a nation would have, it was almost inhuman – what information did he have about her mother?
In any case, Ad Hoc observes as an outsider. Perhaps if he was an ordinary man, he would have been swayed by such charms, alas, he can only study it with tempered intrigue.
“It’s been re-scheduled,” he informs plainly, his words laced with hidden subtext.
I will not be discussing the matters with you.
For no personal reasons really, it was just sensitive information. Indirect parties needn’t be informed.
He makes no indication about whether he would be using the alias or not, simply passes along his order to the waiter for his usual Pabst Blue before settling comfortably into his seat, unbuttoning the clasp at his blazer to prevent any wrinkles from forming in his immaculate suit.
He is too old to date, too mean to be around people, and too uninterested in social contracts, but for all intents and purposes, this was a date.
It’s been a while since he’s around any women at all, at least in this context, and he sees no need to curb his personality to many any accommodations for it, even if she was his client’s daughter.
“Complete annihilation.”