It Happened Yesterday Afternoon (13 March 2019)
Mar 13, 2019 22:16:29 GMT -8
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Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Mar 13, 2019 22:16:29 GMT -8
Walking into the Iconic Sports Management, Catriona MacKenzie was a little bit on edge. She wasn’t quite sure why she was called in to see her executive representative but she had a feeling about what it entailed. So the hot headed Scot walks toward his office, stopping at the desk of Linda, his executive assistant.
Linda: Hello, Ms. MacKenzie. Mr. Samson will be with you in just one moment.
With a smile on her face, Linda presses the button upon her phone on the desk before speaking into the speaker base.
Linda: Mr. Samson, your 12:30 with Ms. MacKenzie has arrived.
The voice of Joshua Samson., Esquire comes from the speaker a second later.
“Send her in please, Linda.”
Smile still on her face, Linda gestures to Catriona that she may enter the office. Catriona takes a big breath before pushing open the office door. Sitting behind his mahogany desk is THE Executive Representative, a very business like expression plastered upon his face.
Samson: Please have a seat, Catriona.
With a hand he gestures to one of the two plush chairs in front of his desk. Catriona was cautious as she sits down.
Catriona: Is this about what I think it is?
Samson: That being?
Catriona: What happened on Chaos with Jazmin Davis? I didn’t know she was your niece I swear.
Catriona puts her purse in her lap as she looks at Joshua.
Samson: You don’t remember her from the barbeque last year?
Catriona: We’ve discussed a few times how the drinks were flowing freely. So it slipped my mind. I blanked… I apologize.
He taps the ink pen in his hand on the surface of the desk as he looks upon her with the same poker face.
Samson: And all this stems over what exactly? Some kind of tweet?
Catriona: I have no clue what bee got in her bonnet. I think it has something to do with Mischa.
She shrugs her shoulders.
Catriona: Apparently it has something to do with what happened after my match with Mischa. All three of them have been ganging up on me. I also thinks Jazmin believes we’re… you know… But we’re just friends and I’m cool with that.
He exhales heavily as he sits back in his own chair, rocking slightly back and forth.
Samson: (speaking more to himself) You have got to be kidding me?!
Catriona: I honestly… I don’t know. She’s been doing this whole #onsight thing for like a week. And I was just going out for commentary. I wasn’t expecting that!
Samson: Yes, I saw the show after it was taped. I honestly don’t think this is going to go away. If that little girl is anything, it’s persistent. It’s only a matter of time until she confirms….
His voice trails off, not completing the sentence.
Catriona: Confirms what?
Catriona looks at him, a bit confused as to what he means. Joshua eyes her with a raised eyebrow.
Samson: Right…
Catriona: Uh… OK. Is that what you wanted to see me about?
Samson: Yes. She’s offended and it’s one thing about them damn Davis’, they’re all about defending family honor.
Catriona: That’s my mantra as well… pretty much any Scot you ask if they can trace their lineage back to the highlanders like I can… will tell you that family honor is everything. But I just… am confused as to why she’s singled me out.
Samson: That crap with Mischa, of course. It was all the reason she needed. Anything else can be justified by you spitting in that girl’s face.
Catriona: It was purely heat of the moment and I’ve regretted it since. Because I usually don’t stoop to levels that low.
Samson: And of course you haven’t apologized? No need to answer because if you had we wouldn’t be here now.
Catriona: I might regret it but I don’t apologize for anything that I do in the ring. I still say that she would’ve done the same thing to me if she had thought of it first. Mischa’s been pretty much up my arse for weeks!
Samson: I don’t think she would have spit in your face. You know what, none of that matters. I’m going to need for you to squash this beef with Jaz. Quick, fast, and in a hurry.
Catriona rolls her eyes a little bit, shaking her head slightly.
Catriona: I’m guessing there’s no option to ask if I can think about it?
Catriona took a deep breath.
Catriona: I cannae make promises she’ll be receptive… but I can try. I’ll have to come up with a good idea so it may or may not take a couple of days to formulate a plan.
Samson: If that “other thing” is to continue you need to make her receptive to it. You follow what I’m saying, Cat?
Catriona: Like a GPS. Do you have any tips? Like maybe I send her flowers or something? What does she like? Something that’s not too expensive… like an Edible Arrangement is out of the question.
Samson: Probably start off with something like an apology. Buying her anything will come off as trite and insincere. Hell, try making amends with Mischa if you have to.
Catriona: I was raised in a family of mostly males where we fought it out and we apologized by buying a round at the pub. But I thought maybe a token would help ease the tension a bit. I will try to do it… like I said I don’t know if she’ll be receptive.
Samson: Whatever it takes, Cat.
Catriona smiles as she tucks a section of her hair behind her ear.
Catriona: Maybe we can talk over mani-pedis? Girls do that a lot here don’t they? I don’t want to ruin the “other thing” because it’s a good thing.
He cracks a slight smile.
Samson: Whatever it takes, Cat.
He stands from his seat.
Samson: You hungry?
Catriona: Why yes I am.
She stands up, slinging her purse over her shoulder.
Catriona: I could eat.
Samson: Good. How’s about some Mexican? Rosa Mexicano has some great food.
Catriona: Ooh… I do like the sound of some enchiladas or something of that nature.
Samson: Away we go then.
Catriona: Yes… let’s. And before you say anything, I’m buying you a margarita.
She smiles wider as she heads for the door with him following closely behind.
Samson: (chuckling) Yeah, that’s not going to happen.
Like the gentleman he is, he opens the door ahead of her.
Catriona: I cannae take no for an answer. So it will happen.
She steps through the door and he follows behind her, shutting the door as the scene fades.
Catriona MacKenzie
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Linda: Hello, Ms. MacKenzie. Mr. Samson will be with you in just one moment.
With a smile on her face, Linda presses the button upon her phone on the desk before speaking into the speaker base.
Linda: Mr. Samson, your 12:30 with Ms. MacKenzie has arrived.
The voice of Joshua Samson., Esquire comes from the speaker a second later.
“Send her in please, Linda.”
Smile still on her face, Linda gestures to Catriona that she may enter the office. Catriona takes a big breath before pushing open the office door. Sitting behind his mahogany desk is THE Executive Representative, a very business like expression plastered upon his face.
Samson: Please have a seat, Catriona.
With a hand he gestures to one of the two plush chairs in front of his desk. Catriona was cautious as she sits down.
Catriona: Is this about what I think it is?
Samson: That being?
Catriona: What happened on Chaos with Jazmin Davis? I didn’t know she was your niece I swear.
Catriona puts her purse in her lap as she looks at Joshua.
Samson: You don’t remember her from the barbeque last year?
Catriona: We’ve discussed a few times how the drinks were flowing freely. So it slipped my mind. I blanked… I apologize.
He taps the ink pen in his hand on the surface of the desk as he looks upon her with the same poker face.
Samson: And all this stems over what exactly? Some kind of tweet?
Catriona: I have no clue what bee got in her bonnet. I think it has something to do with Mischa.
She shrugs her shoulders.
Catriona: Apparently it has something to do with what happened after my match with Mischa. All three of them have been ganging up on me. I also thinks Jazmin believes we’re… you know… But we’re just friends and I’m cool with that.
He exhales heavily as he sits back in his own chair, rocking slightly back and forth.
Samson: (speaking more to himself) You have got to be kidding me?!
Catriona: I honestly… I don’t know. She’s been doing this whole #onsight thing for like a week. And I was just going out for commentary. I wasn’t expecting that!
Samson: Yes, I saw the show after it was taped. I honestly don’t think this is going to go away. If that little girl is anything, it’s persistent. It’s only a matter of time until she confirms….
His voice trails off, not completing the sentence.
Catriona: Confirms what?
Catriona looks at him, a bit confused as to what he means. Joshua eyes her with a raised eyebrow.
Samson: Right…
Catriona: Uh… OK. Is that what you wanted to see me about?
Samson: Yes. She’s offended and it’s one thing about them damn Davis’, they’re all about defending family honor.
Catriona: That’s my mantra as well… pretty much any Scot you ask if they can trace their lineage back to the highlanders like I can… will tell you that family honor is everything. But I just… am confused as to why she’s singled me out.
Samson: That crap with Mischa, of course. It was all the reason she needed. Anything else can be justified by you spitting in that girl’s face.
Catriona: It was purely heat of the moment and I’ve regretted it since. Because I usually don’t stoop to levels that low.
Samson: And of course you haven’t apologized? No need to answer because if you had we wouldn’t be here now.
Catriona: I might regret it but I don’t apologize for anything that I do in the ring. I still say that she would’ve done the same thing to me if she had thought of it first. Mischa’s been pretty much up my arse for weeks!
Samson: I don’t think she would have spit in your face. You know what, none of that matters. I’m going to need for you to squash this beef with Jaz. Quick, fast, and in a hurry.
Catriona rolls her eyes a little bit, shaking her head slightly.
Catriona: I’m guessing there’s no option to ask if I can think about it?
Catriona took a deep breath.
Catriona: I cannae make promises she’ll be receptive… but I can try. I’ll have to come up with a good idea so it may or may not take a couple of days to formulate a plan.
Samson: If that “other thing” is to continue you need to make her receptive to it. You follow what I’m saying, Cat?
Catriona: Like a GPS. Do you have any tips? Like maybe I send her flowers or something? What does she like? Something that’s not too expensive… like an Edible Arrangement is out of the question.
Samson: Probably start off with something like an apology. Buying her anything will come off as trite and insincere. Hell, try making amends with Mischa if you have to.
Catriona: I was raised in a family of mostly males where we fought it out and we apologized by buying a round at the pub. But I thought maybe a token would help ease the tension a bit. I will try to do it… like I said I don’t know if she’ll be receptive.
Samson: Whatever it takes, Cat.
Catriona smiles as she tucks a section of her hair behind her ear.
Catriona: Maybe we can talk over mani-pedis? Girls do that a lot here don’t they? I don’t want to ruin the “other thing” because it’s a good thing.
He cracks a slight smile.
Samson: Whatever it takes, Cat.
He stands from his seat.
Samson: You hungry?
Catriona: Why yes I am.
She stands up, slinging her purse over her shoulder.
Catriona: I could eat.
Samson: Good. How’s about some Mexican? Rosa Mexicano has some great food.
Catriona: Ooh… I do like the sound of some enchiladas or something of that nature.
Samson: Away we go then.
Catriona: Yes… let’s. And before you say anything, I’m buying you a margarita.
She smiles wider as she heads for the door with him following closely behind.
Samson: (chuckling) Yeah, that’s not going to happen.
Like the gentleman he is, he opens the door ahead of her.
Catriona: I cannae take no for an answer. So it will happen.
She steps through the door and he follows behind her, shutting the door as the scene fades.
Catriona MacKenzie
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