Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Mar 18, 2019 20:40:38 GMT -8
Sitting behind his grand mahogany desk within his office at Iconic Sports Management is Joshua Samson, Esquire. The managing partner massages his temples with his middle finger and thumb of his right hand while releasing a long exhale.
Samson: I really, really need a smoke right now...
He pushes himself back from his desk, stands, and walks over to a small humidor located on a nearby bookcase. Producing a Cuban cigar, he slides it under his nose, appreciating the smell of the imported cigar.
Samson: We really need to get a smoking section in here.
Slipping on his suit jacket, he walks to the door and opens it to be surprised by his client, Catriona MacKenzie. The proud Scot stands there with a smile on her face and a bag of delicious smelling Chipotle in her hand.
Catriona: I’m here! And I’ve come prepared!
She holds up the bag as she tucks some hair behind her ear.
Catriona: You look… drained.
Taken aback by her appearance, Joshua smiles.
Samson: Well hey to you too, Catriona.
He cranes his neck to look past her and sees no Linda, his executive assistant, sitting at her desk.
Samson: I completely forgot you were coming. Come on in.
He steps to the side and gestures her to enter.
Samson: And yes it’s been a long day that doesn’t look to be ending anytime soon.
Catriona: That’s why I brought you something tasty. It’s the least I could do for agreeing to see me on such short notice.
She steps inside his office and places the bag on his desk before putting her purse on one of the chairs and taking a seat in the other.
Catriona: I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got you a burrito bowl the way I usually get it.
He closes the door behind him before making his way back to seat behind his desk.
Samson: Thank you. I’ll have it for dinner tonight. So what’s on your mind, CMac?
Catriona: The continuous threats on Twitter by your niece, Mischa and whatever that other one’s name is… the one that’s like Ed from Lion King… the hyena that’s completely useless. Well things are clearly starting to get out of hand and I really, really do not feel safe going to training or shows. It seems to be getting worse with each passing day.
Joshua pops the unlit cigar into his mouth, savoring the taste.
Samson: Oh yes, per our own text messages earlier. Excuse my forgetfulness.
Catriona: It’s fine. I know that it’s show week so things are a lot hectic for you. Plus with all your clients probably hitting you up… you’re about as overloaded as a powerstrip.
Catriona sits back in the chair, crossing her legs.
Catriona: I know the other night after the CW show, I believe we discussed the idea of a bodyguard. I fully want to discuss that.
Samson: Hmmm...a bodyguard. You know how this will make you look, right?
Catriona: Yes I know. But if I’m staring down the barrel of a 3 on 1 situation… I’d like to have the odds of coming out a bit more greater than what they are right now.
Samson: So you want a partner moreso than a bodyguard? Someone you can trust...someone that you won’t have to question their loyalty?
Catriona: Yeah I guess that’s a good way to put it… an ally who will have my back. I’ll give those three credit in the fact that they’re loyal to each other.
Samson: That’s true. If they could only get it together in the ring and same company they’d be an unstoppable force. Goddamn young wrestlers today.
He slightly rocks as he sits back in his chair, escaping into his thoughts for his other clients.
Catriona: Now I’m sorry for what has happened with your niece… but I don’t think she’d want to hear that. So until I’m able to do that… I need to even the odds.
Unsure expression upon his face, he looks at her.
Samson: Wh-what? I’m sorry, I zoned out there for a minute.
Catriona shakes her head slightly and chuckles.
Catriona: I said I’m sorry for hitting your niece and until I can apologize to her… I need to even the odds a bit.
Samson: Oh right, right. I could always pull Daveena from Astrid. That’ll probably be the easiest and best option.
Catriona winces a bit.
Catriona: She sticks out too much. I want someone that can blend in with the crowd, ambushing them should the need arise which I highly suspect will be happening on the next ICWA show. Mischa might be suspended and Jazmin might be banned… but I don’t think that is going to stop them.
Samson: I think you’re overthinking this but okay. Hmmm, since you’ve clearly given this much thought, would you prefer a male or female?
Catriona: Anyone that you know will be loyal to your investment… aka my career. I am your client and I trust your judgement.
The Executive Representative allows the cigar to roll around in his mouth.
Samson: Well whoever I do get to do this will be a client as well. Also keep in mind that I’m not sure ICWA will clear a “bodyguard” to be in attendance during the class sessions. You’ll definitely have to get that cleared through the proper channels over there.
Catriona: I could try talking to Tapioca tonight during training about it. Though inside training I don’t think will be an issue since they’re closed session like he said earlier today. But if they waited outside perhaps where I become fair game?
Samson: I don’t think it’s that severe, Cat. I mean, if that were the case you could have, would have been attacked already anytime throughout the day or night.
Catriona shrugs her shoulders.
Catriona: I guess you’re right. But it is better to be safe than sorry right?
Samson: Yes, but in that case maybe I should look into hiring Compton Brothers Security and see if they do any private sector business?
Catriona: Whatever you think would help keep me safe. I’ve never been in this situation before so hell… I have no idea what to do other than fight.
Samson: The nature of the business, Cat. All you can do is fight.
Catriona: So… then what exactly should I do. Just keep going about things like they are now? I know you have a lot on your plate and I really, really don’t want to make things worse.
Samson: I can only do so much, Cat. But I can tell you this, get you some allies in ICWA. Stop being so standoffish and dare I say smug. Given the chance I’m sure there are a few Rising Icons that would come to your aid.
Catriona: I can try. But there’s no guarantees considering the intellectual levels of most of them is… well it could be better. I just don’t know if any of them can be trusted. But I will give it a go.
Samson: There goes that smug attitude, Cat.
He shakes his head.
Samson: I’m just saying is all.
Catriona: I understand… and I will try to not be so smug. Might not happen overnight though.
Catriona put a smile on her face as she sat up straight.
Samson: Anything pressing we need to discuss? Not that I’m being short with you or don’t love having your presence gracing my office…
He gives a playful wink. She smiles a bit wider as a slight giggles comes out.
Catriona: Not that I can think of. I have to head back to my flat and grab my stuff for class still. I thank you for giving me a bit of a piece of mind.
Samson: Not a problem. That’s why you have me. Since I was about to go out to smoke before you showed up, how about I walk you out?
Catriona: Why isn’t that gentlemanly of you? Alright then… since we’re going the same way it makes sense.
She smiles, standing up and retrieving her purse from the other chair. Reaching into the Chipotle bag, she grabs her bowl and leaves the other for him.
Catriona: Shall we then?
She looks back at him and winks, her wide smile showing no signs of fading. He returns the smile as he stands to his feet. He makes his way around the desk and the two proceed to leave the office as the scene fades.
Catriona MacKenzie
Samson: I really, really need a smoke right now...
He pushes himself back from his desk, stands, and walks over to a small humidor located on a nearby bookcase. Producing a Cuban cigar, he slides it under his nose, appreciating the smell of the imported cigar.
Samson: We really need to get a smoking section in here.
Slipping on his suit jacket, he walks to the door and opens it to be surprised by his client, Catriona MacKenzie. The proud Scot stands there with a smile on her face and a bag of delicious smelling Chipotle in her hand.
Catriona: I’m here! And I’ve come prepared!
She holds up the bag as she tucks some hair behind her ear.
Catriona: You look… drained.
Taken aback by her appearance, Joshua smiles.
Samson: Well hey to you too, Catriona.
He cranes his neck to look past her and sees no Linda, his executive assistant, sitting at her desk.
Samson: I completely forgot you were coming. Come on in.
He steps to the side and gestures her to enter.
Samson: And yes it’s been a long day that doesn’t look to be ending anytime soon.
Catriona: That’s why I brought you something tasty. It’s the least I could do for agreeing to see me on such short notice.
She steps inside his office and places the bag on his desk before putting her purse on one of the chairs and taking a seat in the other.
Catriona: I wasn’t sure what you liked so I got you a burrito bowl the way I usually get it.
He closes the door behind him before making his way back to seat behind his desk.
Samson: Thank you. I’ll have it for dinner tonight. So what’s on your mind, CMac?
Catriona: The continuous threats on Twitter by your niece, Mischa and whatever that other one’s name is… the one that’s like Ed from Lion King… the hyena that’s completely useless. Well things are clearly starting to get out of hand and I really, really do not feel safe going to training or shows. It seems to be getting worse with each passing day.
Joshua pops the unlit cigar into his mouth, savoring the taste.
Samson: Oh yes, per our own text messages earlier. Excuse my forgetfulness.
Catriona: It’s fine. I know that it’s show week so things are a lot hectic for you. Plus with all your clients probably hitting you up… you’re about as overloaded as a powerstrip.
Catriona sits back in the chair, crossing her legs.
Catriona: I know the other night after the CW show, I believe we discussed the idea of a bodyguard. I fully want to discuss that.
Samson: Hmmm...a bodyguard. You know how this will make you look, right?
Catriona: Yes I know. But if I’m staring down the barrel of a 3 on 1 situation… I’d like to have the odds of coming out a bit more greater than what they are right now.
Samson: So you want a partner moreso than a bodyguard? Someone you can trust...someone that you won’t have to question their loyalty?
Catriona: Yeah I guess that’s a good way to put it… an ally who will have my back. I’ll give those three credit in the fact that they’re loyal to each other.
Samson: That’s true. If they could only get it together in the ring and same company they’d be an unstoppable force. Goddamn young wrestlers today.
He slightly rocks as he sits back in his chair, escaping into his thoughts for his other clients.
Catriona: Now I’m sorry for what has happened with your niece… but I don’t think she’d want to hear that. So until I’m able to do that… I need to even the odds.
Unsure expression upon his face, he looks at her.
Samson: Wh-what? I’m sorry, I zoned out there for a minute.
Catriona shakes her head slightly and chuckles.
Catriona: I said I’m sorry for hitting your niece and until I can apologize to her… I need to even the odds a bit.
Samson: Oh right, right. I could always pull Daveena from Astrid. That’ll probably be the easiest and best option.
Catriona winces a bit.
Catriona: She sticks out too much. I want someone that can blend in with the crowd, ambushing them should the need arise which I highly suspect will be happening on the next ICWA show. Mischa might be suspended and Jazmin might be banned… but I don’t think that is going to stop them.
Samson: I think you’re overthinking this but okay. Hmmm, since you’ve clearly given this much thought, would you prefer a male or female?
Catriona: Anyone that you know will be loyal to your investment… aka my career. I am your client and I trust your judgement.
The Executive Representative allows the cigar to roll around in his mouth.
Samson: Well whoever I do get to do this will be a client as well. Also keep in mind that I’m not sure ICWA will clear a “bodyguard” to be in attendance during the class sessions. You’ll definitely have to get that cleared through the proper channels over there.
Catriona: I could try talking to Tapioca tonight during training about it. Though inside training I don’t think will be an issue since they’re closed session like he said earlier today. But if they waited outside perhaps where I become fair game?
Samson: I don’t think it’s that severe, Cat. I mean, if that were the case you could have, would have been attacked already anytime throughout the day or night.
Catriona shrugs her shoulders.
Catriona: I guess you’re right. But it is better to be safe than sorry right?
Samson: Yes, but in that case maybe I should look into hiring Compton Brothers Security and see if they do any private sector business?
Catriona: Whatever you think would help keep me safe. I’ve never been in this situation before so hell… I have no idea what to do other than fight.
Samson: The nature of the business, Cat. All you can do is fight.
Catriona: So… then what exactly should I do. Just keep going about things like they are now? I know you have a lot on your plate and I really, really don’t want to make things worse.
Samson: I can only do so much, Cat. But I can tell you this, get you some allies in ICWA. Stop being so standoffish and dare I say smug. Given the chance I’m sure there are a few Rising Icons that would come to your aid.
Catriona: I can try. But there’s no guarantees considering the intellectual levels of most of them is… well it could be better. I just don’t know if any of them can be trusted. But I will give it a go.
Samson: There goes that smug attitude, Cat.
He shakes his head.
Samson: I’m just saying is all.
Catriona: I understand… and I will try to not be so smug. Might not happen overnight though.
Catriona put a smile on her face as she sat up straight.
Samson: Anything pressing we need to discuss? Not that I’m being short with you or don’t love having your presence gracing my office…
He gives a playful wink. She smiles a bit wider as a slight giggles comes out.
Catriona: Not that I can think of. I have to head back to my flat and grab my stuff for class still. I thank you for giving me a bit of a piece of mind.
Samson: Not a problem. That’s why you have me. Since I was about to go out to smoke before you showed up, how about I walk you out?
Catriona: Why isn’t that gentlemanly of you? Alright then… since we’re going the same way it makes sense.
She smiles, standing up and retrieving her purse from the other chair. Reaching into the Chipotle bag, she grabs her bowl and leaves the other for him.
Catriona: Shall we then?
She looks back at him and winks, her wide smile showing no signs of fading. He returns the smile as he stands to his feet. He makes his way around the desk and the two proceed to leave the office as the scene fades.
Catriona MacKenzie
