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Post by JULIANNA KRAVEC on Nov 24, 2013 15:15:46 GMT -8
| she's hell on heels That girl, she's a loaded gun Gonna take 'em out take 'em one by one She knows when she's dressed to kill She'll put a bullet in your heart just to feel the thrill She walks like she's walkin' on water She moves like the boss's daughter She rides like a '67 Chevy In her drop top red and white and blue Cuz she's hell on heels And she turns my wheels With her devil smile and her angel eyes She got me all hypnotized And she's hell on heels Lunch breaks lead to drinks in cheap hotels I’m just another guy she’d burn inside her She flashed Marsten a truly grateful smile and let him put the boxes away. That was something her goons didn’t do. They just held the bags and occasionally told her to get the green ones over the blue ones. Maybe she’d pay this guy more than he was charging her despite what he said! What a truly fine man.
The short pause in Marsten’s explanation—which she was listening to despite her current outburst—was filled with a delighted squeal as she came upon a pair a giraffe-print pumps. She pulled them directly out of the shelf and wasted no time in putting them on her feet. They had a little black buckle over the toes and they felt just perfect on her feet. She’d been hoping for boots, but maybe she’d grab these two! They were a pretty decent price. . . .
To let him know she was listening, she replied. “I know you don’t have to darling! My bodyguards rarely ever talk to me when we’re out unless I’m asking a question. I tend to talk to myself a lot! I do appreciate the extra step, of course,” she assured him, staring her oh-so-fine reflection in the mirror. Yes, yes she needed those shoes.
Julianna sighed slightly. It wasn’t an irritated sound, just that kind of sigh you made when someone brought up something inevitable, like your mother making you go do homework. “He will probably one day expect me to take over, unless he’s found a protégé that can do it for him. I am always expecting him to call and tell me to marry one man or another!” she said with a flourish of her hands. She’d always worried one day she’d be betrothed.
Not that she had any boyfriends right now.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. One could never really tell.
“When that day comes, I will use all of the wiles I have to either get out of it or make it work even better than Daddy did. For now I’m using it to keep myself entertained and get ahead in show-biz. A few more shoots and I’m going to Hollywood to tackle the big boys. I trust my manager, though. For now.”
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Post by DOMINIC R. MARSTEN on Nov 24, 2013 16:06:28 GMT -8
“Marriage is inevitable in your situation,” Dominic mused. Organizations like the kind her father ran were all too important not to settle such affairs and prepare for the future, immediate or otherwise. Eventually even Kravec would fall and the torch would be passed on to someone else, otherwise the group dynamics would crumble and the lack of a leader would create dissension and hostility. If a new metaphorical king was not preemptively chosen and details ironed out, it could literally dissolve the very stability that kept the “family” together. Friends and even relatives could turn into power hungry mongrels looking to take the throne. Bloodshed would be inevitable until one dog stood at the top of the pile again, forcing all the others to accept his word as law. Dominic had no doubt that there were likely already measures in place to prevent such a thing, though sometimes, no matter how well organized you were, things fell apart anyway. He had no idea whether or not those plans for the future involved Julianna or not, but admittedly it would be somehow tragic if her skills were wasted her entire life.
“It’s good practice anyway,” he agreed. “And with that attitude, you’ll go far enough in your career. Of that I have no doubt.” She was a shark’s daughter after all—he was almost certain Julianna would dominate the celebrity pool one day because of it. There were hints of a dark side in her playful attitude, whether she admitted it openly or not. She had the personality that thrived in the limelight, and if that wasn’t enough, she could rely on Daddy’s influence too. “I’m assuming you like those shoes,” he said casually, gesturing to the pumps. “I can speak with the store manager if you like; mostly to see if there are any possible deals to be made. Pick anything you want and I’ll work with it. Just remember, you promised to call your father before the photoshoot,” he added calmly. “As long as we’re on time. I’d hate for you to miss your appointment.”
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Post by JULIANNA KRAVEC on Nov 24, 2013 16:58:24 GMT -8
| she's hell on heels That girl, she's a loaded gun Gonna take 'em out take 'em one by one She knows when she's dressed to kill She'll put a bullet in your heart just to feel the thrill She walks like she's walkin' on water She moves like the boss's daughter She rides like a '67 Chevy In her drop top red and white and blue Cuz she's hell on heels And she turns my wheels With her devil smile and her angel eyes She got me all hypnotized And she's hell on heels Lunch breaks lead to drinks in cheap hotels I’m just another guy she’d burn inside her Julianna nodded resignedly. “Yes, I have prepared my mind for it. I understand it is only a matter of time before he finds someone for me to marry! I trust Daddy’s taste, though. I just hope he’ll let me have at least some say in who I am to be married to,” she said. That would at least take a little bit of the bitter taste out of her mouth for not being able to pick her own significant other.
Ah well. It would be worth it if she still got all of the money from the deal. Well, not all of it. Daddy would have to live comfortably, too. She wasn’t totally heartless! She still loved daddy!
She nodded gleefully and sat down to box the shoes up. “If you wish! I am certain Daddy would like it if I wasn’t spending so much money on the things I like. Whatever makes him happy makes me happy! After all, if Daddy is happy, then that means I can shop more often! I’ve already replaced my entire jewelry collection, perhaps I could replace my entire wardrobe next!” she said dreamily. She did tire of clothes like any normal person after all.
“Of course, of course! I will call him, I promise! I do not break promises. Runs in the family,” she said with a good-natured smile. She really would. Julianna turned her wrist over and checked the dainty little watch pressed against her pulse. “I have another hour. One more pair of shoes, then to the shoot!”
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Post by DOMINIC R. MARSTEN on Nov 24, 2013 18:02:54 GMT -8
“An hour? Very well, then. I’ll ask the shopkeeper to hold onto these for you while you pick out your next pair.” It would give Dominic a few minutes to work some of his magic as well, which would hopefully give her a reduced price somewhere in there, either on these particular shoes or the next pair. Regardless, he accepted the box and took it to the front, leaving her side to set things up and returning only once he was satisfied. “The shoes are waiting at the front,” he said absently, “Have you picked out your next pair? There’s apparently a new promotion going on that should give you a decent discount—so take advantage of it.” He had managed to work something out with the store owner after all. However, Dominic watched and waited in silence as Julianna resumed her business. Eventually, he grew exasperated with the silence, or at least, his half of it.
“If it makes you feel better, Ms. Kravec, if your father doesn’t give you any say-so in the matter, I have more than enough confidence that you will say what needs to be said anyway. You don’t seem the sit-back-and-take-it type,” he said. “And you shouldn’t be. However, he might be more inclined to factor your input into his decision making process if you take the necessary steps to prove that you’re more capable of taking care of yourself than he gives you credit for. You clearly have the ability to manipulate situations to your advantage—as I said, it’s good practice, albeit a bit dangerous, to abandon your guards the way you do. But consider how you can use that skill, the ability to improvise readily, to further your goals for the future; think about how it can be used to impress your father. Skill demands respect first and foremost. If you want your opinion to matter more when it comes to similar situations, prove that you are more than just his coddled daughter.”
He shrugged.
“Respect is not given. It is earned. Children, no matter their age, are still children unless they prove otherwise. I imagine more of that will be done once your own career takes off and you can finally sever all but the emergency connections to your father’s bank account, but until then you are extremely dependent upon him. It sounds almost as if there’s very little you can say that are your own accomplishments without his aid—and that is why he might be less inclined to listen to you when it comes to matters like marriage or even business politics. Still. It’s something to think about,” he mused.
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Post by JULIANNA KRAVEC on Nov 24, 2013 19:13:48 GMT -8
| she's hell on heels That girl, she's a loaded gun Gonna take 'em out take 'em one by one She knows when she's dressed to kill She'll put a bullet in your heart just to feel the thrill She walks like she's walkin' on water She moves like the boss's daughter She rides like a '67 Chevy In her drop top red and white and blue Cuz she's hell on heels And she turns my wheels With her devil smile and her angel eyes She got me all hypnotized And she's hell on heels Lunch breaks lead to drinks in cheap hotels I’m just another guy she’d burn inside her She smiled and nodded. “Thank you! I’ll be quick!” she assured him as he headed to the front to store her shoes. She browsed the store until she found the boots she had always been looking for and tried them on. One size bigger than she normally wore—that was how boots worked. Well, for her anyway. But they felt good and she was ready by the time Marsten found her.
Julianna lifted the box and smile devilishly. “Yes, I did! I’d come in here for boots in the first place! And this deal—is it a BoGo deal? I just love BoGo!” When she thought about it, she realized he might not understand. “Buy one get one, I mean! Half off is usually the deal. . . Mm! Half off!”
It was enough to make her giddy.
They walked to the front and Marsten offered her some sound advice. “You are right, of course. I would not really just take it lying down. I mean I try not to offend him but I have my ways of getting what I want, for sure. I will try to be more grown up, like you say,” she agreed. Maybe later now. Right now she liked being Daddy’s little girl. Maybe next week.
Thanks to Marsten’s deal, the shoes weren’t as expensive as she thought they were. She paid them off, then walked outside. Just as she promised, she called Daddy and told him the whole story. He actually picked up for once. Strange. He was a little cross, but she pouted at him and then that was it. He was sold. He told her to knock it off, that he loved her, and then that was that. She hung up the phone and smiled at Marsten.
“There! Just like you said! He’s sending my guards back here to pick me up for the shoot. You may leave if you so wish to,” she said, pulling out her wallet. This time she had her own money—she wasn’t going to pay some random bodyguard with Daddy’s money.
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Post by DOMINIC R. MARSTEN on Nov 24, 2013 20:21:41 GMT -8
Dominic made sure to gather Julianna’s things for her before they left, content to carry the two boxes of shoes with her jewelry. She did live up to her end of the bargain and called her father, however, which was a relief, even if he didn’t show it. “And I appreciate it,” he said. “However, I will wait for your ride to arrive before leaving. There’s no point in doing so now.” Besides, she had one too many things to carry and he would rather make sure she was safe and sound again before finally calling it a day and moving on. He was almost certain when the car did pull up the men inside were glaring daggers at him—it was fine. He hardly cared, and he made sure to open the door for Julianna before finally moving to the front of the vehicle and having a few words with the man in the passenger seat, more or less dropping off her recently bought items.
Finally, he pulled away from the window and returned to the other end of the car, accepting his payment. “Take care, Ms. Kravec. Don’t give your new bodyguards a hard time. Twice in one day might be too much; your father might not be so understanding about it. Remember—consider contacting the company in the future if you’d ever prefer your own private security and not your father’s. Until next time, Ms. Kravec.” He politely waited until she was done with whatever she wanted to say as well and closed the door after her before finally turning to go his own way.
“Well,” he said, reaching into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes. “That was an interesting day.”
Note: Whoo! Annnnd Dominic's out. Yaaay!
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Post by JULIANNA KRAVEC on Nov 24, 2013 20:41:04 GMT -8
| she's hell on heels That girl, she's a loaded gun Gonna take 'em out take 'em one by one She knows when she's dressed to kill She'll put a bullet in your heart just to feel the thrill She walks like she's walkin' on water She moves like the boss's daughter She rides like a '67 Chevy In her drop top red and white and blue Cuz she's hell on heels And she turns my wheels With her devil smile and her angel eyes She got me all hypnotized And she's hell on heels Lunch breaks lead to drinks in cheap hotels I’m just another guy she’d burn inside her He was gentleman enough to say with her! She smiled and nodded, sitting down on a nearby bench. She had maybe thought about buying him something for his troubles, but she was already paying him and giving him a handsome tip. She wasn’t that nice! But at least she had a chatting buddy with her until the car pulled up.
Julianna largely ignored the glares they were giving her poor bodyguard—that was their own fault for being so easy to fool!—and felt relieved that Daddy had told her not to worry about the poor girl. She had been dropped off at her house and apparently had a nice little joy ride around town. They’d paid her again, apparently, to keep her from mentioning who was driving her around. Or that she was even driven around. She didn’t seem to mind that.
“Thank you, dear!” Julianna said through the rolled down window. She’d given him his money, the trunk was packed with stuff, and she stuck her head out the window and waved to him as they drove off. | |
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