There’s no Accounting for Taste
@artefuquer liked for a starter
Mind still reeling of the events from the last day (you know, the whole kidnapping thing--NOT TO MENTION THE SEVERAL VERY IMPORTANT MEETINGS YOU HAVE MISSED) you’ve decided to go for a jog. Just to clear your head. Start making an escape plan. After all, you have to get home to Tyzias soon or your living room will never recover.
It is on this jog, this fortuitous, clandestine jog, that you come face to face with the opportunity of a lifetime.
Remel Namaqq.Â
You blink again, wondering if you’ve gone totally off your rocker. But there she is, clear as day and as glorious as you could have ever imagined. You don’t miss a beat as you jog up, whip out a business card, and turn up the charm.Â
MISS NAMAQQ IM SORRY TO INTRUDE MY NAME IS STELSA SEZYAT AND IM A BIG FAN JUST IN THE OFF CHANCE THAT YOU HAVE FOUND YOURSELF IN NEED OF A MANAGER IN THIS STRANGE PLACE HERE IS MY CARDÂ
MY SCHEDULE IS REMARKABLY EMPTY SO I CAN MEET TO DISCUSS ANY TERMS AND THE LIKE WHENEVER IS CONVENIENT FOR YOU ITS SUCH A PLEASURE TO FINALLY MEET WITH YOUÂ
You’re trying to keep your chill but oh boy is it hard not to gush when she’s right here in front of you.Â
