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 Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 5:54 pm
 A bank for everyone, but often used by the wealthy. It's a branch of the same grocery store Ish works with. This bank is thirty-eight floors high, the first being for ordinary banking business, second for loans, etc. The very top floor is the CEO's penthouse, only accessible through a special key in the elevator. The floor beneath his penthouse is his office.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 5:59 pm
  "Everyone's got a price,"
"Linda, doll, bring in the next guest," Jet said into his intercom. His secretary hated the pet name, and he knew it. No threat over sexual harassment could stop him, though, and she knew that. If she as much as tried anything he'd blacklist her and raise the payments on her house until she's stuck on the street. The way he saw it, it was definitely not worth stopping him from saying a pet name. He wasn't even going to do anything with her, anyway. Linda was a hag, in his opinion, and had no worth.
Jet leaned back in his seat and crossed his legs on top of his mahogany desk. It was a good, sturdy desk. Best money he ever spent. Bought this sucker for a fraction of it's cost, too. A little planted splinter here and the owner was more than willing to give it a discount. Of course, when a lawsuit's hanging over you, anything's possible!
So what was on today's schedule? It looked like a meeting, and if he had to guess right... someone wanted to spend a little time with his dear, old brother! Jet smirked. Perfect! He'd heard about that nasty break up Al went through. Nothing some paid satisfaction couldn't fix, right?
"And baby, I'm not lookin' unless you're on sale."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 6:04 pm
Sandy Saunders ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ "Right in here?" said a voice just outside the door. The knob turned slowly, hesitating. "No, bust thank you so much," said the voice, a smile in his tone as he opened the door wider and walked inside. The man was tall with messy red hair and stormy blue eyes. He wasn't as muscled as Alcott or half as manly, but he had an easy way about him, something that made him easier to approach than the Northwind brothers. He shut the door behind him, flicking his hair back from his forehead and walking towards the businessman.
His smile remained on his face, his mouth a little big but not too much to make him any less nice to look at. "Mr. Northwind, it's nice to meet you," he greeted, holding out his hand, the chain around his neck swinging freely as he leaned forward. "I'm Sandy Saunders." ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 6:31 pm
"Everyone's got a price,"
As the man walked in, Jet eyed him carefully. Guy wasn't in a suit, so he was either not here for actual business or was an idiot hoping for an Xmas miracle. If he stared hard enough, the banker could see remnants of beach sand dotting the kid's hair. Was he just at the beach? His eyes flickered to his hands. Not smooth, he's a hands-on worker. Wait, is that...? What's with his nails? They're all... dirty. He couldn't get a lock on, but whatever the case, this guy was definitely a laborer. Young too, younger than him, and with a carefree attitude about him. If people met with him like this, they usually had non-human business. Jet smiled. He was right on the money.
Jet got up from his chair and leaned over his desk to shake the man's hand. "Pleasure to meet you. Please, call me Jet." He motioned for Sandy to take a seat before taking one himself. "So tell me why you're here, Sandy," he said while getting out his file and clicking his pen.
"And baby, I'm not lookin' unless you're on sale."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 6:41 pm
Sandy Saunders ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Sitting down, Sandy didn't look a bit uncomfortable. He leaned back and crossed his legs as if he were at home, at ease as always. He shook his head a little,, flicking bangs out of his face, then spoke pretty plainly. "I talked to your secretary about paying for time with a, well, I suppose he's your employee. I'm in town for a couple months, and after spending the past year tucked away in a tiny studio in LA, I'm looking for a little company. Human doesn't really do it for me anymore, unfortunately, but I've been told your man is rather good at his job. Does he accept male clients?" he asked. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 6:51 pm
"Everyone's got a price,"
Pressing his fingertips together in a pyramid of sorts, Jet closed his eyes and nodded in understanding. Poor kid's been buried in work - Studio? So he's an artist? What kind, he wondered. The right marketing could bring in big bucks, so he'd definitely want to keep tabs on him - and has had absolutely no time for an outlet. Not even humans. So sad.
"Al takes any kind of client," Jet said as he opened his eyes, smiling brightly. "And yes, he's been given nothin' but five star reviews. Your timing's perfect. He's usually busy during the holidays, but recently he's been freed up. Could use the company himself, quite honestly." He wrote a few things down on the clipboard. "So how long you want him for? Hours? Days?"
"And baby, I'm not lookin' unless you're on sale."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 7:04 pm
Sandy Saunders ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Sandy thought for a minute before answering. "Why don't we just do one night for now? If all goes well, we can make this into a weekly thing. How's that sound?" He paused, taking his phone out when it dinged. He unlocked the screen, spying a notification from his bank. The city council had just made another sizable deposit for their statue they'd commissioned. Perfect.
"So how much were you planning on asking for?" he asked, putting his phone away. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 7:12 pm
"Everyone's got a price,"
Jet considered it. If he wanted to keep this kid close then he'd have to win him over. He didn't look like the rich type, but if he was wanting to order a day with Al then he had to know what he was getting himself into. Whatever the case, Jet decided to lower the price a little. After that it would all be left to Al, and he was sure to give good results. Or else.
"Alright, Sandy, since it's the holidays I'll give you a little bit of a discount. How's ten grand for the night sound to you?" he suggested while looking over at the ditzy artist.
"And baby, I'm not lookin' unless you're on sale."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 7:22 pm
Sandy Saunders ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ "Sounds a little low, but I'll take it," said the artist without hesitation. He stood up, pulling his phone out of his pocket and holding it up. "Mind tell me the account to transfer the funds to?" he asked, one hand on his hip and his banking app open in the other. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 7:32 pm
"Everyone's got a price,"
Oh, don't worry, Jet mentally told Sandy as he smiled pleasantly. I'll be sure to bleed you dry in time. He shook his head when asked about the account and motioned to the door. "Oh no, no, no. My secretary will walk you through all of that. Come in tomorrow and tell me how well Al treated ya, alright?" he beamed.
"And baby, I'm not lookin' unless you're on sale."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 7:36 pm
Sandy Saunders ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Sandy paused, furrowing his brow. "Isn't that weird, though?" he asked before shrugging and walking out to the secretary. He knew this was probably going to end up being a waste of his money, but hey, worse things had happened. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 10:55 pm
 "Everyone's got a price,"
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Jet sighed as he closed the door to his office, a cup of coffee and a bag with food in it handed to him by his secretary. He had just gotten out of a meeting at the food branch. They wanted to donate expiring food to boost morale and get more support from people. What idiots. The only reason people "praised" those deeds was because they'd be able to have it for free. Why pay full price when you can get it for free? Expiration date? That's just a suggestion! No, Jet had to fight to get them to not donate. He was reluctant, but he settled for them marking expiring foods at low prices. They would sell out before dumpster divers could get a chance with them, and they'd make profit still. Still, he hated marking things for sale. The only time he liked putting a big, red sticker on anything was when he was tricking people into thinking it was a sale. You could mark a ninety-nine cent can of beans for a dollar-thirty and people would think it's a steal. They'd pay more while feeling satisfied in this game they think they've figured out so well.
Deciding not to linger on it any longer, Jet sat at his desk and sipped his coffee. He gazed at his schedule. No call from Sandy yet? That's weird. Alcott should have left early in the morning. That idiot must've purposely been bad to get rid of another customer.
"And baby, I'm not lookin' unless you're on sale."
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 11:01 pm
Sandy Saunders ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ About fifteen minutes after Jet sat down, his door was knocked again. His secretary was currently down in the printing office, taking care of a couple of contracts, so it wasn't her. After a minute, the door quietly clicked open, Sandy's head peeking in. "Sorry, you're eating." He stood at the open door, face a little red from both the walk and embarrassment. "Would you like me to come back later?" asked the witch. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 11:09 pm
"Everyone's got a price,"
Jet blinked at his unexpected visitor, mouth open and ready for the next bite with crumbs around the corner of his mouth. He quickly set his food down and dabbed his mouth with his napkin, waving his free hand carelessly at the artist. "Oh no, no! Don't worry about it. I've been wondering about you, actually!" Cleaned up, he smiled brightly and leaned forward in his chair, lacing his fingers in front of his mouth. "How did it go? Is that a tan? Had fun on the beach, huh?"
"And baby, I'm not lookin' unless you're on sale."
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2016 11:20 pm
Sandy Saunders ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ Walking over to the desk, Sandy sat in the chair for a second before standing back up, suddenly uncomfortable. He reached into his pocket, pulling out a check. "I wanted to give you and Alcott this." Handing it to the man, it was a check for ten thousand, bringing his total to twenty thousand. "And I wanted to tell you that as much as I enjoyed Alcott's company, I don't think I'll be requesting him again anytime soon. Do you happen to have any other supernatural escorts?" ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦
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