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Post by Lillith Bishop on Jul 19, 2016 14:58:12 GMT -7
The sun slowly broke over the city's wounded skyline. A petite woman with long dark hair was walking down the main streets. Coming upon an elegantly designed shop, she pulled out a set of keys. Humming a soft tune to herself she unlocked the door and stepped in. Walking across the room she flipped the switch, illuminating the room. With the light on you could tell it was some swanky beauty salon. Crossing over to the front desk and placed her bag down. Opening the top most drawer on the left she reached in, looking for the appointment binder. But it wasn't there. With a sigh the green eyed girl looked around for the binder. She hated it when people didn't put things back. She needed that in order to start her day. And yet again someone had taken it.
She looked around, finding it on a high shelf. Out of reach. The little one pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. Of course they would put it up there. Make the short girl's life harder, she'll get a kick out of it. Grumbling to herself she pulled over a chair and reached. Her fingers brushed the book. So close. She pushed up onto her toes and was able to grab it. Success!
Her victory was short lived however as the chair wobbled beneath her. It slid from under her feet, sending her and the book tumbling to the ground. She whimpered, rubbing her head as she sat up from the fall.
"Well that's one way to start the day."
After she finished grumbling, and making sure nothing was damaged, she picked up the book and returned to her desk. The boss would be here at any moment and she needed to be ready. |
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Post by Escanor S. Mustang on Jul 20, 2016 1:23:19 GMT -7
Escanor had started his morning like any other, with the standard time of three hours required to make his appearance and hair of a quality high enough befitting someone like him. The sun was at an adequate angle as headed to his first and only place of business, a bit of a heh pride and joy. It would quickly become popular when people would realize the potential for beauty that only he could see and bring out of people. Until the common masses realized it, he would beautify what he liked and allow his acceptable assistant to assist him. Pushing the door open with the perfect amount of force, he made a glorious entrance as usual and placed the fabulous fur covered jacket onto his chair with a simple motion and flick of the wrist.
"Hello Lilith, I assume that everything is correct and ready?"
It may as well have been rhetorical, he had entered his workshop and she had prepared it, there was no physical way it could possibly be imperfect but something did appear to bother him. What could it be? It wasn't the location, every chair and item was in order and he was of course looking handsome as usual. He spared his assistant a lucky glance with his scarlet gaze, attempting to see if there was a potential that she was the reason for his irritation, it was highly unlikely but there was still a chance of it.
"A fabulous day as always is it not? Well of course it is, I have entered it, how could it not be?"
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Post by Lillith Bishop on Jul 20, 2016 1:59:05 GMT -7
Lillith did not look up from her desk as she heard the door open. Only the familiar sound of her boss's outrageously expensive shoes brought her attention upwards. There he was, not a hair out of place, in all his arrogant glory. She enjoyed working for him, when he was quiet. Other times her arrogance grated on her nerves like paper to a shredder. Nonetheless he was still the boss. He signed her paychecks. With that thought she places her normal, forced smile on her face.
"Good Morning Escanor. Everything is well prepared sir. Though could you please tell your other employees to stop taking the appointment binder and putting it on high shelves? I keep it in the front desk for a reason."
She knew any critique of his establishment or management style drove him bonkers. However if she framed it in a way that made it seem like inferior people were interfering with his business then she usually got away with it. She could feel his eyes on her which made her flush softly. Oh god what now? Did she have something out of place? Curse him and his piercing gaze! She was not in the mood for yet another lecture about how to act in "royalty's" presence. He asked how the day could not be fabulous. To which she muttered,
"Well starting the day falling off a while reaching a high shelf definitely puts a damper on things."
The brunette acted as if she had said nothing. It wasn't as if he had heard her. Normally he was too busy talking about his perfection to pay attention to the words that came from her mouth. |
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Post by Escanor S. Mustang on Jul 20, 2016 2:14:22 GMT -7
Ah her smile was a pleasure that he was worthy of receiving at least thrice a day, and today was just like any other. Though he felt his fists clench ever slightly, while she was a prized employee that he would not rid himself of under any circumstance, those mongrels were easily replaceable and meant to only handle the riff raff or jobs he felt Lillith was above.
"Consider it done as of five seconds ago my dear secretary."
He shoved a hand into his pocket, thumb was practically blur as he quickly typed up a list of messages to be sent to each, various threats and rants that were straight from the king's mind sent to them. The little assistant in front of him was truly a jackpot stroke of luck, one he clearly deserved and that he was lucky to have found immediately instead of having to search for her. Though he caught the movement of her lips, a nice shade of lipstick not one he recognized but one that complimented her eyes which had a splotch of purple near the top and ah of course a fall. With a sudden snap of his fingers, it all clicked in his fantastic mind.
"Of course, that injury on your forehead, Lillith quickly cancel any appointments for the next hour. A perfect boss, must have an assistant befitting royalty, and I shan't have any imperfections upon perfection so come along now to my seat, there is work to be done to correct this. You know it shall but take moment and you will look as good as ever."
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Post by Lillith Bishop on Jul 20, 2016 2:46:31 GMT -7
It always shocked her the speed at which he corrected other peoples flaws. It was like he was a god damn magician. A tinsy part of her felt bad for the trouble the others got in. The rest of her however felt that the threatening lectures were the least the could receive. No one messes with her desk and gets away with it. Picking up the schedule binder, evil thing that it was, she prepared to read him his schedule like normal. That's when he mentioned an injury on her forehead. Her bloody fall left a mark? Now she really had a reason to wish doom upon her coworkers. Looking up at Escanor she spoke.
"Sir this will put you an hour behind for the rest of your day. Surely letting me fix it with some cover up in the bathroom would be more efficient?"
She knew that Escanor liked things a certain way, she had learned that rather quickly her first few days working with him. Any single wrinkle out of line and bam! Whole day thrown into hell. The moment she found out who was responsible for this she was going to unleash all the stress and frustration her tiny body held upon their soul. The green eyed girl sat there quietly, just staring at her boss in disbelief for several moments. With a sigh she picked up the phone and called the two appointments he had for the next hour. It took a good chunk of patience because one of the clients was dying to have Escanor get his hands on her. The woman threw a tantrum befitting the royal pain himself. Eventually Lillith was able to get her to reschedule and hung up. Crossing out the two appointments she closed the book and walked over to his chair. A blush was seeping onto her face at the thought of sitting here for the next hour. Her boss's hands touching her with all the care in the world. … Maybe her brother was right. She needed a boyfriend. |
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Post by Escanor S. Mustang on Jul 20, 2016 3:18:35 GMT -7
Escanor saw her attempt at an argument a mile away, it was adorable and for someone else it would've perhaps been reasonable. But no they both deserved absolute perfection, with him having a perfect beautiful assistant and her having the perfect treatment. She always argued against such treatment but he would have none of it.
"An hour is nothing compared to the amount of time I shall lose by having an imperfect muse for inspiration."
It was a fact, the glance at his assistant doing any task or being prepared to accept any request always provided new inspiration. Course there was the occasional day where she had obviously required a rush to the salon or the weather had caused her hair or appearance to be anything less than what it could be and erg it threw off the prince's flow. Not allowing him to truly bring out the world's beauty. Ah it appears she has accepted the wonderful treatment he has offered, and so he decided to grace her with a beautiful smirk as well, to reward her for her quick acceptance. Most would swoon but she had always resisted and it was absolutely wonderful, merely another reason she was perfect to work for him. Ah look at that, she handled clients almost as well he had handled those mongrels that had caused his muse to be ruined in the first place, oh it appears there was a particularly impatient client hmph she must understand that beauty and perfection are two things which cannot be rushed. Oh well it appears Lillith had it taken care of as usual and was already in his seat, though could he honestly blame her, she was about to treated like royalty by royalty. Now was a good of time as any to appreciate what he had obtained, a cute round face with wonderful hair and a ugh purple mark, that simply had to be taken care of immediately. Pride headed over next to her and removed his small kit from one of the many drawers located around it and taking a medium size brush, with great gentleness and speed he began to cover it up with a quick layer.
"Now I believe we could also take this opportunity to perfect your hair, with my skills this act shall be a blur for you and if you have any ideas for your hair cut, do not hesitate to ask for my approval of them. My secretary deserves nothing below the best of course."
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Post by Lillith Bishop on Jul 20, 2016 23:59:40 GMT -7
It always flustered her to no end when he did this. Not only because it took valuable time out of the day. Time she would have to make up later. But also because he was too gentle with it. Lightly brushing the make up over her face, extra caution around the glaring purple mark. It always made her blood pressure spike. Now normally people would adore someone giving them this type of treatment. However he always had to ruin it with some arrogant phrase or another. Like her asking for his approval for her hair. Why would she need that? It's not like they were dating or anything.
"Just keep it relatively long, please."
She didn't know what else to say. Lillith knew he was going to do what he wished anyway. And it came from a good place. She hoped. The front door jingled and in came the other three stylists. None were anywhere near Escanor's skills, not that she'd tell him that. But all three of them could rival him for petty behavior. Like now, she could practically feel the glares from them. All because the boss was giving her extra attention. She could hear them whisper but she tried to ignore it. They would keep gossiping no matter what. And when they decided to confront her she would need another nightly excursion to let off steam. |
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Post by Escanor S. Mustang on Jul 21, 2016 18:15:33 GMT -7
"I tell you a short cut would look wonderful but I shall allow this boon for you then."
True to his word, exactly what would you expect from a master, the spot was merely a sore memory at that. Putting the make up box to the side, he gently held her face to turn it so he could make sure the mark was gone, and not so he could hold such a wondrous visage. Afterall why would a king like him need such an excuse? After excusing such excusing thoughts, he heard the mongrels enter his station and shot them a withering glare. To think they thought they could get away with such arrogance and disrespect with meager skills that were but a fake spark to either him or Lillith.
"All of you clean your horrid areas of every strand of hair in perfect silence, I cannot honestly believe one of you even had the audacity of leaving a book in the incorrect and inconvenient place, if such a thing is to occur again consider yourselves fired with brutal and well deserved prejudice. Does the boss make himself clear?"
Half way through the speech with only a single quiet grumble they got to quick work while he went back to a more worthy priority. A muse worthy of his undivided attention, she would not allow him at her hair often even though he was royalty. Oh well appreciate what little time you can get with a treasure when you can. Even when you deserve so much more time. And so he took his time with the brush to smooth it out to make each cut would be small enough to not annoy her or disappoint him.
"Now a style, I was thinking pony tail but I would consider any other options you'd like to provide of course."
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Post by Lillith Bishop on Jul 29, 2016 13:45:36 GMT -7
Lillith breathed a sigh of relief at the boon. She had already put up with arguing about letting him do make up. She doubted she had the energy, or patience, to deal with a long winded argument about how he deserved to style her hair. However it seemed that he was too busy cracking the whip to argue. She never thought she would be thankful that she had such horrid coworkers. The other stylists were cleaning their stations to Escanor's pristine standards in silence. What a beautiful start to work. Sure having to work around his need to play with her hair and face was a possibility for disaster later. But for now it was nice.
He mentioned style and the green eyed girl was brought back to reality. Style? When was the last time she actually styled her long hair? Was it Senior Prom? Her mind had a difficulty recalling it. Her mind flitted through options. Twin tails? No that would be horrid. A messy bun? No there would be chaos every time that Escanor's 'perfect' bun was 'ruined'. Really she should just set the place on fire if she wanted that much chaos. Hearing his suggestion she gave a short nod. He was the professional after all. |
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Post by Escanor S. Mustang on Jul 30, 2016 18:49:13 GMT -7
Escanor couldn't help the pleased smile as he felt her nod in his hand, pleased in both her acceptance and his correct suggestion. Of course he was right, how could he ever be wrong when it came to beauty, unlike his underlings he was the king of all things stylish and beautiful. His secretary was certainly the latter but needed his help when it came to the former, help he was more than willing to provide with her permission. Though of course, who wouldn't accept his help.
"Of course with my skills and your looks anything would look fantastic and beautiful but I shall go with my original suggestion then."
As he made a few more cuts to clean up her hair, he also reached for a elastic and pin, still keeping up a higher level of skill then the rest even with the slight distraction. But what else could be expected when you were as perfect as he was. Allowing himself a brief moment to run his free hand through his hair to keep it perfect before returning it to her chin as he made a few more cuts to smooth it out. Soon he once against moved right in front of her face to ask.
"Now would you prefer a low or high pony tail, either would look fabulous on you thanks to my abilities and your natural looks."
He smiled an obviously charming smile as he waited for her consideration and answer.
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Post by Lillith Bishop on Aug 5, 2016 13:37:36 GMT -7
At his comment on her looks she rolled her eyes. He said that to everyone he got his hands on. They were just words, pretty as they may be. And words, especially from the king of hot air, meant nothing. She relaxed as his gentle hands glided through her hair with ease, cleaning the cuts. It wasn't surprising that people sometimes fell asleep in his chair. He was just so gentle with his movements. 'Too bad there's not a lick of that in his personality.' she thought with a small chuckle. At his next question she had a faster answer.
"Surprise me. You have the best sense of style between the two of us."
Lillith could almost feel the eye rolls from the others. Sure it sounded like she was kissing his ass but it was the truth. She could put a nice outfit on and do decent make up but Escanor was her style source. If the others had an issue with it they just needed to suck it up.
A bit later she was at her desk, checking in appointments and answering calls. One of the others walked up to the desk and glared down at her as she finished a call. With a sigh the dark haired girl put the phone down and looked up at her angry coworker.
"Can I help you Connie?"
The taller woman sneered and crossed her arms in front of her.
"What the hell do you hope accomplish by kissing up to the boss twerp? You already get preferential treatment, you want his money too?"
Lillith pinched the bridge of her nose. Not this again. She heard this statement at least once a day. And everyday she had the same answer. She steadied her breathing and attempted to remain calm by imagining punching Connie's nose into her face.
"Just because he likes that I do my work to his standards does not mean I get preferential treatment. I'm sure if you did the same you would get the same. Now can you please clean up your station, your next appointment should be here at any moment."
The boredom in Lillith's voice must have ticked the larger woman off because she slammed her hands down on the desk. The noise caused the patrons to jump and look over. Great, now people knew that an interoffice argument was happening. 'This won't scare them off. Not at all.' Lillith thought dryly. |
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Post by Escanor S. Mustang on Aug 7, 2016 15:57:42 GMT -7
Escanor withheld a sigh, as showing signs of annoyance was not befitting perfection, even if the reason were reasonable. She rolled her eyes to each compliment though they held as much truth as he did perfection, oh well he was glad she did not swoon over him like every other customer he had held in his hands and at least she relaxed now. He couldn't help a smile at her compliment and a glare at the eye rolls they received, bloody cretins if he could handle every other customer he most certainly would but unfortunately his skill would diminish for the later customers and he couldn't allow that. So for now he'd let them clean up as he worked on her low pony tail, it would look absolutely perfect for her.
The moment the slam resounded throughout the office, Escanor had appeared behind her with a hand gently turning her face to his own. For a moment, with his eyes closed it almost appeared as if he were about to kiss her. But then the scarlet pupils shined with malice and cold disgust as he opened them to harshly whisper.
"Connie, my dear sweet disobedient slug of an employee, go clean your station and removed whatever personal effects and or items you may have left there at once before your appearance and personality becomes a permanent disgusting bad taste in my mouth."
He patted her cheek a few times before walking away, though he quickly turned and shot a perfectly charming grin.
"In case you did not understand my immaculate way of putting it, get the hell out of my salon and never return or I'll make you wish you never did. If you dare to bring this up in court I shall forewarn that you threatened my assistant first for no other reason then paying her king the respect he deserves and that I shall have a cluster of lawyers to defend me...and crush you...Good day."
With that he turned back to the unfortunate customers that had to witness this, and gave a long pronounced elegant bow with a wave of his arm to all of them.
"I am terribly terribly terribly sorry that all of you had to witness that hideous display in my sanctum, as compensation all of your services shall have their prices cut in half and those who do not have my hands on them today shall receive priority with me for the next time they come."
He gave a winning and shining smile before turning to go back to his workstation but not before giving his smile to his perfect assistant, as well as a wink. She deserved much better treatment than what the cow had displayed and if allowed he would throw her out at the speed of sound.
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Post by Lillith Bishop on Aug 7, 2016 18:08:04 GMT -7
Connie's eyes widened for a moment. Her heart fluttered as her eyes slowly closed. Too bad or else she would have been prepared for what happened next. Lillith pressed her knuckles against her lips as the larger woman was taken aback by them. Hurt tears had welled in her now former coworker's eyes. 'Idiot.' she thought as she watched the encounter. As if the first tongue lashing wasn't enough, Escanor tore into her again. Connie turned on her heel, holding back tears as she walked back to her station and began cleaning. Well there goes one office problem child. The customers all smiled, some swooning a bit at his promise and a chorus of 'It's alright' filled the office.
The mirth Lillith had at Connie's departure disappeared at the thought of all these customers fighting over who got the first appointment. Pulling out appointment cards she began filling one out for each customer, using the knowledge of their previous appointments to make the best guess at when they could come in for Escanor's magic. There, now no one could argue. Though they probably would anyway. The ringing of the front door made her curse quietly under her breath. Connie's other appointments today. Someone had to take them.
After checking the customer in she scanned her book for the available hair dressers. There were two who had enough spaces to take the clients. She walked to the break room to see the two stylists talking. When they saw her, their words stopped abruptly. How childish. Without skipping a breath she looked them in the eyes.
"Connie has been fired. You two are taking the rest of her appointments today. Jack you have her current client and her 3:30. Adam, you have her 1:00 and her 4:00. Let's move."
Jack muttered angrily about sudden appointments before plastering on a smile as he left the room. Lillith returned to her desk and continued answering the phones. Hopefully nothing else interrupted the day. |
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Post by Escanor S. Mustang on Aug 16, 2016 22:20:37 GMT -7
Escanor went back to his station, taking a fair amount of time to admire his lovely assistant's efficiency and skill, she was much more enjoyable than those swooning harlots and lovelies. He let out a light chuckle before going about his newest client and finishing her hair cut in record time, though he did not mind staying late he knew for a fact that Lillith despised and like himself she deserved nothing but the finest and the most respect. Which is why his scarlet became ice cold when he obviously caught that moment of displeasure and complaining on Jack's face. That mongrel should learn his place quite soon or he will soon follow the other one...whatever her name was. With a roll of the eyes that quickly turned to a smile at Jack's not so well hidden panic and attempt at quickly finishing that cow's client. That is right you do well to remember not to mess with a king and his pride. With three more snips and spritz, the hair cut was complete and Escanor could head to the desk to enjoy more time with her.
"So Lillith my dear, how many more shall be allowed to experience true beauty for a few moments today."
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Post by Lillith Bishop on Aug 25, 2016 21:21:25 GMT -7
Lillith knew Escanor was coming to her desk the moment his scissors hit the vanity. Unlike the few others she had worked for before him, Escanor actually enjoyed talking with his employees. As long as they didn't royally piss him off that is. She marked off the clients who had just been completed before looking up. There he was, pride incarnate, standing by her desk like he was Adonis or something. The thought made her chuckle softly to herself. He probably thought himself better than Adonis.
"Well you have three consecutive hair appointments starting in an hour and forty minutes after the last one you have two full make overs to finish your day with. A pretty leisurely day over all it seems."
The small woman slowly pulled her pony tail over her shoulder as she spoke. It was almost instinctive. She had to be careful about messing up his "masterpiece". This was why she rarely if ever let him play with her hair. He was very protective of "his" things. |
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