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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jun 14, 2009 12:46:30 GMT -8
Jacques stood nervously in the hallway of the Administration Building and bit his lip. He had a terrible feeling that this thing was going to fall apart around his ears. But Lily Mathers had said to go to the last office, and go to the last office he had.
What was the harm? Je vais le faire!
He knocked on the door.
((Herr Remmington, I believe the carpet slipper is now on your foot.))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jun 14, 2009 13:52:26 GMT -8
Daniel opened his office door and stepped out, shutting it behind him. "Yes?" he asked with a somewhat mocking smile.
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jun 14, 2009 14:14:02 GMT -8
Jacques stuttered, taken aback at the somewhat imposing man's sudden appearence. "Ah, hello."
Herr Remmington said nothing. ((MOCKING! AAAAAH!))
"I'm J- Jacques du Pan. I'm here about the open butler job? That is, the receptionist, Miss Mathers, told me to talk to you..."
My Gott, but that man made him nervous.
Je ne sais pas expliquer...
Ich kann an nichts denken zu sagen.
"I wish to apply as your... butler? Do you, that is, does Remmington Center have one yet? On the sign it says you still need one, but you never know. Vous voyez ce que veux dire je? I mean, you understand, don't you?"
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jun 14, 2009 14:24:22 GMT -8
Daniel laughed, obviously not even attempting to hide it. "The possition is still open, yes. Do you have a resume?"
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jun 14, 2009 20:44:55 GMT -8
Jaqcues plunged his hand into his shoulder bag and pulled out the paper, blushing again. "Yes, yes I do. I gave a copy to the receptionist also." He handed it to Herr Remmington, denying within his own mind that his hands were shaking again.
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jun 14, 2009 20:50:29 GMT -8
((BTW: Formal apology for my apparent god-moding. Pardon! Verzieihung! Won't do it again.))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jun 15, 2009 10:36:03 GMT -8
Daniel looked over the document briefly, much too briefly, in fact, to have read anything of value. He looked back up at the man in front of him with a grin. "Excellent, excellent. Suivez-moi, s'il vous plaît." He motioned for Jacques to follow him into a room labled Supply Closet.
((AKA we will continue this discusion via PM. I hope I spelled my French right...))
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jun 15, 2009 15:37:09 GMT -8
((Almost choked.
And I actually have no clue whether you spelled the French right.
See you there, Herr Remmington!))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jun 15, 2009 19:55:54 GMT -8
After about 10 minutes and quite a few crashes (which scared away the poor temporary janitor that was to stay on staff until the proper amount of maids had been hired), Mr. Remmington stepped out of the closet and waited for Jacques to follow him.
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jun 15, 2009 20:04:09 GMT -8
Jacques, after leaving the closet, coughed and rubbed his arm nervously. "Okay, I'll just go back to the reception area?" he asked/said.
((Picking up where I left off. Sorry.))
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Post by Daniel Remmington on Jun 15, 2009 20:11:27 GMT -8
Daniel nodded and went back into his office without a word. He didn't have much work to attend to yet, but it was nice to have one's own office. It have one the motivation to get things organized.
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Post by Jacques Mallet du Pan on Jun 15, 2009 20:22:02 GMT -8
Jacques controlled himself enough so it wasn't until he was halfway down the hallway that he broke into a run, not sure if he was excited or afraid.
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