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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jan 5, 2011 22:39:03 GMT -5
(To: Max Alexander)
Anthony sulked about his lab, cleaning the last bits of paperwork that had managed to litter itself about his desks, tables, and even under various objects. He'd already filed away nearly 3 cabinets worth with records and organized personal notes regarding his view on the various projects that he'd been working on as of late. Cumbling up some paper, he tossed it near the trashcan, missing it by a little and only contributing to the ring-shaped pile around the large, metal can. Ignoring his imperfection, Anthony glanced at his watched and saw that the time for his last meeting of the day. Putting on his jacket, he walked out the door and used the teleportation machine to a large, nice restaraunt where he and Max Alexander were to meet to discuss a new television series to promote Genetech.
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Post by Max Alexander on Jan 7, 2011 14:49:12 GMT -5
Max had already arrived at the restaurant to discuss a new television series with Anthony West. Being the owner and CEO of MTV, he overlooked everything and was in charge of exactly what was on the air. It was nice knowing exactly what was going on with your business.
As Max confirmed appointments on his phone, the waiter brought him his usual scotch. He settled into the comfortable chair before he noticed Mr. West walking over. Max stood up to to greet Anthony before settling back down in the chair once they were both seated. "So how has life been, Anthony?" He said, leaning back into the chair and crossing his legs.
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jan 7, 2011 16:49:58 GMT -5
Worried about the chill of his hands, Anthony was pleased to find that Max seemed to pay them no attention. Sitting down and nodding at the waiter to simply receive water, Anthony looked over at the entertainment giant and responded "Likely the same as you; busy busy busy followed by Hell."
Sooner than expected, Anthony heard the classy rattle of ice cubes in a glass as the waiter elegantly set the water down before him. Seeming to know the routine by heart, the gentleman stood aside to allow Anthony and Max some privacy to discuss business. While there hadn't been any violent rebel activity or reports of rebel spying as of late, the waiter understood that business players still didn't like to be heard.
"How about yourself, Mr. Alexander?" Anthony asked his business peer.
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Post by Max Alexander on Jan 8, 2011 13:04:10 GMT -5
Nodding at the waiter as he set the glass of water in front of Mr. West, Max was eager to get down to business. "Couldn't agree with you more, Anthony. The rest of this week, it seems that I have an appointment on the house, every other hour. Barely gives me enough time to get there. I am swamped." He shook his head slowly in disbelief. "Must just be that time of the year for business."
Drawing a long sip of scotch, he set the glass down on the table smoothly and leaned back into the chair. "So what did you have planned for this new series?" Max enjoyed working with Genntech as they were very easy to deal with and were always willing to cooperate with MTV, a trait that goes a long ways in Max's book.
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jan 9, 2011 0:08:36 GMT -5
Chuckling through his teeth and tired eyes, Anthony replied, "Well, it is winter, so one can't complain too much about the recent influx of business. Hell, one of our projects shortly before the season involved breeding UV-Generating trees and better heating lap dogs. Those went well, and I got a raise." Anthony sipped his water and cleared his throat in preparation of getting down to business.
"As for the television show, we were thinking of something along the lines of Dr. Hoito's life, with a slight spin in his favor of course. With the Manalists wanting some attention, as they rightfully deserve, Genetech was hoping that MTV would be willing to incorporate subliminal messages on how Father Manala rewarded Dr. Hoito for his hard work and natural gifts by ensuring that Genetech becomes the economic superpower it is today. In addition, Genetech was wondering if small hints that other companies, other than MTV, would be portrayed poorly."
Anthony mirrored Mr. Alexander and leaned back in his chair. His beeper went off, but he ignored it in respect of the meeting.
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Post by Niilo Ukkonen on Jan 9, 2011 22:29:28 GMT -5
[VLADIMIR BURG]Cupping his hand around his cigarette, Niilo saw a small puff of smoke come out of his mouth. Satisfied with his ability to light a cancer stick outside the back of an abandoned area of the city, Niilo also regarded the fact he'd been able to make it all the way to Berlin from Helsinki with little more than the clothes on his back. He was too meet with some guy known as "Mr. Burg," who was supposed to be the head professor at some academy. Regardless, the small sack of tobacco he'd held in his pocket for the past month was finally being put to good use.
Sitting back and feeling the cold wall behind him, Niilo relaxed and put his sore feet to rest. After all, a religious druggie wasn't exactly used to walking.
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Post by Vladimir Burg on Jan 9, 2011 22:37:40 GMT -5
Vladimir walked along the long since deserted area of Berlin. He could see the near-ancient signs advertising now unknown products, services, and quotations that could no longer make out. Puddles from the morning dew had built up a bit and worried Vladimir about his newly polished shoes. After all, Vladimir couldn't think of anyone who exactly "liked" getting their good clothing filthy.
Spotting a blue-haired gentleman sitting back against a nearby wall and taking a drag from a self-wrapped cigarette, Vladimir approached him, looked down, and asked, "You're Niilo, I presume?"
The man looked fairly unkempt and slothful, but Vladimir needed someone to assist him with organized religious studies.
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Post by Max Alexander on Jan 10, 2011 14:54:49 GMT -5
Max simply gave the traditional nod of agreement as he talked about the influx of business. It did seem to pick up during the winter.
Getting back down to business, Max listened intuitively as he discussed the idea. It was a great idea that definitely had hopes for success. Max liked the idea, he liked it a lot. "Anthony, the last man who came to see me had an idea for a sitcom about the manalist government. A sitcom, I mean really? You'r idea though, has a lot of potential and could definitely be a success. I think we should go forward with it."[/color] He uncrossed his legs and leant forward, got a good sip of his scotch, than leaned forward towards Anthony. "Would you be interested in meeting up more formally and discussing details about the show? As of now, you have a go, but the details definitely need to be worked out."
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jan 10, 2011 22:03:09 GMT -5
Being the perfectionist Anthony is, he took his napkin and wiped the rim of his glass, where the marks created from moisture in his lips in turn formed a mark on the glass. Perhaps it wasn't necessary, but he did it anyway.
Focusing his attention back on Max and seeing that he was leaning in, Anthony leaned in slightly to show interest and respect for Max's apparent interest. Listening intently, Anthony paused to give the question the touch of thought it rightfully deserved.
Responding, "Of course, Mr. Alexander. I actually already have a presentation ready. Perhaps we meet in Dublin tomorrow at Genetech headquarters, seeing as much of the show, we plan, would be fitting in the area? After all, Dublin is rather rural, beautiful, and still maintains some of it's older sites, unlike the majority of the rest of the world."
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Post by Niilo Ukkonen on Jan 10, 2011 22:11:06 GMT -5
Looking up, Niilo giggled slightly. Was this rich guy really talking to him?! Then it occurred to Niilo that a well-educated man like the one he was supposed to meet would likely be pretty rich. Whatever...
"Yeah," Niilo responded in a long line of smoke. "Wassuuuuuuuuuuuup?"
Niilo wasn't much for formalities with nearly everyone. This guy would be no exception.
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Post by Max Alexander on Jan 11, 2011 11:27:53 GMT -5
As soon as Anthony had finished throwing out his proposal, Max's mobile phone's alarm went off , embarassing Max in this quite fancy restaurant. He apologized to Anthony quickly for the mixup.
"An old appointment that didn't get deleted by my secretary. Sorry about that." He said before finishing off the glass of scotch. "That sounds brilliant." Clearing his throat, Max remembered a rumor he was told about Genetech that he would like to address with Anthony.
"Anthony, I have heard a rumor about Genetech that I'd like you to confirm or dissolve for me. They say that there is a bit of... well, instability in the management. Is that true? Because I didn't think so."
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jan 13, 2011 22:00:19 GMT -5
Somewhat put into an instable situation, and thought before he spoke, creating a slightly awkward silence. Deciding how to say it, he leaned into the table enough where he was on his elbows before motioning for Max to lean in as well.
As soon as he replied motion-wise, Anthony said, "Dr. Hoito is aging, has health issues, and will likely die soon. With his death, his son will own the company. His son is a fool without any education to speak of, is painfully arrogant, and has no interest in his father's company. As such, there is a lot of talk about overthrowing the company. The Church of Manala has refused to assist the rest of the company seeing as Dr. Hoito owns far too much of it for the rest of us to have any say on the matter. So, as you put it, there are some problems with the management. However, due to the direness that this remain secret, I would like to remind you that we have more weapons in one form or another than MTV."
Anthony leaned back and added, "I know that sounds like a threat, and it is, but we need to keep a low profile on this matter and can't afford to take any chances. I told you that out of trust and respect, seeing as we both have problems of our own. Basically, we're friends, but I need to ensure I can 'pop your balloon in your hands' if you know what I mean, for Genetech's sake of course."
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Post by Max Alexander on Jan 19, 2011 11:53:34 GMT -5
Listening to the troubles in Genetech made Max feel uneasy about the new business proposal, but decided to stick with it and ride out the storm if need be. It wasn't clear yet what was going to happen with them, so Max wasn't going to ruin himself.
"Don't worry, Anthony. Genetech's secret is safe with me. That is quite interesting though. I had no idea that Dr. Hoito's son was going to be taking over and had such little interest in his father's company." Max shook his head distastefully. "Youth these days..."
Max quickly polished off the remaining scotch in his glass before setting the empty glass back down onto the table. "So where do you stand in this matter? Do you support what may or may not happen?"
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Post by Jack Kruschev on Jan 19, 2011 19:38:27 GMT -5
Anthony listened to Max, knowing that his words made him slightly uncomfortable. Regardless, business was business and would remain as such. Mr. Alexander is a good man, so Anthony knew that he was trustworthy. Would he go against Anthony? Likely not. In fact, Anthony would bet his life on it. Still, measures had to be taken.
"While I'm rather young myself, I couldn't agree with you more on the matter. It seems that everyone born less than 20 years ago who isn't amongst the poor has been seduced by sloth. I think it's disgusting how they are able to slide away from the...condition we grew up on.
"As for where I stand on the matter, I believe that Dr. Hoito needs to throw his son out. Personally, I would love to take Genetech by the reigns and direct the company as I see fit. The issue with that would be the fact Dr. Hoito has 'close connections,' as one could say, with some very powerful members of the Church. In addition, he is a very brilliant man I have much respect for. His son, on the other hand, needs to get his ass in gear and learn more than how to pick up girls off the street and steal Red Leaf from the storage warehouses. Did you hear about that explosion in Southern Dublin that killed 18 people and caused nearly 7.3 billion dollars worth of total damages? That incident was due to his son attempting to "play a little prank" on the workers by releasing a Combustible Hound, a dog we created as a form of suicide bomber, right after he left, early might I add. Instead of getting a couple people bitten and breaking some stuff, it tears some wires and the sparks set the damn thing off. BOOM! I had been working nearly 2 months trying to ensure that it couldn't self-combust. I was ready to kill that little bastard.
"That should give you an idea of what kind of piece of shit that brat is," Anthony ended.
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Post by Max Alexander on Jan 25, 2011 11:43:43 GMT -5
Max looked on in stunned amazement. He had read about that incident in the paper and even sent a couple reporters to cover the incident. He had no idea at the time that it was really Genetech that did it, well, the CEO's son.
He shook his head in disbelief as soon as Anthony finished telling the story. "That is simply unbelievable. I remember reading about it. Never would have guessed that it was Dr. Hoito's son. I wish there was something I could do to help Genetech out, but I guess you must just have to bite your tongue. This is a proper reason why MTV has a set list of people to call in case anything ever happens to me. Genetech should really have something similar." He shook his head in disbelief once more, still astonished at what was really going on over there.
Max gave the waiter his credit card to pay the bill, and would simply send it to MTV as a business expense. Made things a lot more simple for him. "Well, I hope everything works out for you guys. Are there any major events coming up at Genetech?"
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