Another day, another ridiculous waste of time.
At least, that was what the Amazonian-like blonde considered when she went to work every annoying filled day. She sat in her office, mind on other things than the calls and appointments that she should have been attending to. The new designs for her clothing line; Bare Hands, were coming in faster than she cared to pay attention to. After all it wasn't as if she did just about everything here, but it sure as hell appeared like she did, especially when she had the two assistants outside her double glass doors just waiting for her orders.
Pulling off a good pair of pale brown, gold lined, sunglasses she placed them down on her desk of an all too expensive company she was supported by. Her bright gray eyes flickered across the desk with a sigh, she didn't see the new books of designs on her desk, and she didn't see the coffee either. "What the hell is wrong with those two?" She muttered to herself, unclasping the top two buttons of her black silk shirt, and leaning back in the comfortable office chair.
"I-I'm sorry Miss Latea, the books just came from downstairs."
The voice was carried with clear insecurity, a shy level of confidence lidded with her tone, but it made a small smile slide across the tall womans lips as she set her eyes on her small assistant.
"At least you gave them directly to me, but tell everyone downstairs to get their ass in gear if they expect to keep their jobs."
"Yes, Miss Latea."
"Oh, and Flora, good job."
She couldn't help but grin when she noticed how Flora blushed lightly and took her leave in silence, it was encouraging to see the young woman react like that over such a stupid and not to mention small amount of praise. But, then again, she couldn't find it in herself to ever fire the little sweet heart for her own reasons, which never rose in the offices on account she knew everything that went on in the office and on every floor.
But now that she thought about her assistant she couldn't help but wonder where the hell the other one was again, and pursed her lips in annoyance. Swinging around in her chair to reach the phone on the corner of her desk, she was just about to press the button to call for an answer from Flora when her door was pushed open once again.
"I am so sorry, Miss Latea. There was a hold up at the coffee shop, and I had to run to get here faster than the cab was-"
"No excuses, Miria. You're normally quicker than this, you are entirely off your game today. I suggest that you try to sort things out for the rest of the schedule, or I'll have to resort to-"
"Yes, Miss Latea, I understand completely."
Galatea sighed heavily when she was cut off, but didn't bother to continue as it was a waste of breath, this wasn't the first time she heard this excuse either. Watching the young woman place the cardboard tray on the corner of the desk, and the way that her second assistant dressed which made her scowl.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
"It's a cheap shirt, I know, but I haven't the time right now to go out and-"
"Come here."
Galatea cut her off rather quickly, standing from her chair as it wheeled back an inch or two because of the slick floor. Waiting at the corner of her desk as the young dark strawberry blonde woman came around the desk in front of her, silent and seeming unwilling to protest. Reaching out to Miria's shirt, Galatea unclasped the first two buttons then fixed the collar of her pale blue shirt. The boss could feel the stares from other select employees and even Flora through the double glass doors watching as she did all this to Miria's outfit.
She could feel the hitch in her assistants breathing from the close proximity, and inside she grinned, her hands slid across Miria's sides as if to straighten her shirt. Fingertips slowly beginning to travel lower to her hips, but suddenly interrupted by Flora as she burst into the room and tore her hands away from Miria. Miria could only step back, forcing back an unconscious blush, and fixed her own shirt slightly before leaving through the door aside Flora.
"You have an important call, Miss Latea. You need to take it. It's Mr. Rimuto."
Sighing, Galatea nodded, waving Flora out of her office and plopping back down into her chair just as it slid backwards half a foot before she placed her boots down on the floor to halt it. "This better be good." She muttered under her breath, picking up the phone and pressing the hold button. "Hello Rimuto, how can I help you this fine afternoon?" Her tone suddenly changed, to a more cheery than bored.
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Flora scampered over to Miria's desk, and holding a small stack of files under her right arm she placed her left hand on the desk.
"What the hell was that all about? You shouldn't be letting Miss Latea take advantage of you like that, next thing you know she could fire you, Miria."
"Thanks for the warning, Flora. But I believe I'm able to take care of myself. Besides she was just helping me with my outfit."
Miria not once lifted her gaze to the usually shy friend of hers, her attention was back to the computer screen as she started skimming through the schedule of today's meetings and due projects. Pulling out a hair band from her desk drawer she reached behind her head, lifting a majority of her hair as she forced it all into a ponytail. Glancing up at Flora slightly as she did this, blue gaze on her questionably as to why she still stood there.
Flora just sighed, and shook her head, walking back over to her desk she glanced into Galatea's office as the woman seemed to be laughing at something said over the phone. Scowling ever so slightly, almost invisibly, she sat down in her chair once more with a small glance to Miria. "You do look really nice this morning," she commented with a soft smile and then started going through the files she had been carrying.
"Hmm… yeah, thanks." Was the only response she gave Flora, busily typing like a madwoman across the keyboard. "You look really cute today, Flora." She told her with a flash of a smile, but it vanished in a heartbeat after Flora noticed it, and she pulled out a pen as she started jotting down notes that she would have to send her boss's way when she had the chance.
The fact that Miria was the one who commented on her outfit, and not Galatea, was enough to make her smile timidly once again. A faint blush across her cheeks, but she was happy to hear that somebody at least liked her outfit no matter how incredibly plain it was to her. A pearlescent white blouse with a lacy finish around the short sleeved ends, and a dark colored knee long skirt, her boots that had a heel to match Miria's height stopped just below her knees. "Thanks."
"No problem," her friend returned, and stopped what she was doing for a moment to give her full attention to Flora. "Hey, by the way, do you want to do something tonight? I know we haven't had a chance to do anything together since I started here, but… I'd like to be able to catch up with you. If your up for it."
Flora blinked in surprise, pausing her organizing for a split second trying to run over her own mind schedule, and looked over to Miria. "Yeah, I'd like that, I want to catch up with you to. But where should we go?"
"We could do our own thing at my apartment, or go wherever you want. I really don't mind where we go."
"Um, your place sounds fine to me, what time should I drop by?"
Miria thought for a moment, trying to come up with a time that they both could meet up since it was a Friday night she was planning, and sighed faintly with a crooked smile. "How about eight? That gives you enough time for anything you need to do after you get off."
Flora's eyes seemed to light up, and nodded with a bright but timid smile. "Sure, I don't mind, that works just great for me."
"What works great for you, Flora?" The sudden interruption coming from Galatea, standing in the doorway from her office, quirking a brow with curiosity towards them both. "Well?"
"It's nothing you have to worry about, Miss Latea, just plans for Flora and I." Miria emphasized on both her friends name and the meaning of herself, she knew how their boss worked when it came to private gatherings.
"Hmm, too bad I'm busy, I would have dropped by." Galatea grinned with her usual charm, and winked at Flora before moving back into her office.
The timid young woman could feel the heat rise in her cheeks at the wink, and suddenly shook her head to get rid of it as she caught the slight confused look on Miria's face. "She didn't mean anything by it, honest…" Forcing a reassuring smile, "But I'll definitely be there by eight. I promise."