"Come on Spar! I know you want to go." Rose sighed, that man was so aggrivating! "You have all of their CDs! How can you turn down the chance to see them live?" She asked, plopping down into one of the many plush leather arm chairs in the room.

"Easily." Replied the man almost everyone knew as Spartan, or Spar, without so mauch as a glance. "I have to work. You know the company can't run itself. I don't even want you to go, you are my secretary, and the you should be there for the meeting." He scolded, sending the pale girl a glare. She was always doing this, taking off of work for some new fangled band's concert. He sighed, shaking his head, his hands neatly going through the spred sheets for the last quarter.

"But James already got the tickets! He got one for you too, you know. And he wasn't even going to make you pay for it! Cause he knew, he knew, they're your fave!" She almost yelled, jumping up out of the comfortable chair, and then began to stalk about the fancy office. "How can you do this? He spent two hundred dollars on that ticket for you." She spit out, whirling to face her stoney faced boss once more. "That's what their tickets are running for nowadays! That's two hundred dollars we could have put away for a... a... a cruise or something!" Her voice indignant, she threw her hands up in frustration, her breath coming out a bit harshly from her animated speech. "And as for working," Rose pointed a righteous finger at him, the shadow from the harsh sun, or what had been able to filter through the plastic shades, creating a menacing fingure on the floor. "You've been working every single day since the one I met you! And I mean everyday! Don't you think that it's time to finally take a day, no, a night off?"

Spartan just sat there, eyes shifting through the figures covering sheet after sheet of white paper. Slowly, he stacked the papers on the corner of his desk, acting as if he hadn't even heard a single word of what she had said. Calmly, when the sheets were perfectly placed, he looked up to her, his eyes holding nothing, looking as if someone had cut peices of emerald glass out and made them into his eyes. "I can pay him back for the ticket." He replied casually, making a dismissive gesture with his right hand, the other resting lightly on his desk. He ignored her jibe about working too much. It was true, he worked extremely hard to keep his company going smoothly, and also that he tended to exclude himself from parties, get togethers and the such. They're too annoying, he thought, too many people who want to know all about the owner of Windermere Modeling Agency. He gently pushed himself up out of his chair, the silver ring on his right hand clinking loudly off the polished wood of his desk. Spar walked over to the coat rack near the door, quickly lifting off the black blazer that went with the suit pants he was wearing and slipping it on. Turning, he watched as she strode over, sighing slightly at her own suit. So scarlet was the color of the day? Yesterday had been a bright, and it was bright, purple. Can't she ever wear something a bit less... flashy? He thought to himself, before holding the door to the lobby open for her. As she walked past, he grinned minutely at her snappy, "So where are we going for lunch today?"