When reception buzzes Tucker to tell him that Wes is in the lobby, he just stares at the intercom on the phone.
And?
He's supposed to do something? What? Interview the guy? Ask questions? Why can't he just hire someone and it be over?
"Uh," Tucker says, fiddling with the button, which creates a feedback loop that screeches between the two phones. "Sorry. Uh. You can send him ba-- actually, I'll come out and greet him. Two seconds."
Because the liability of sending a stranger wandering through the halls, unaccompanied... too crazy. He could get eaten or beheaded or something.
He goes out to the lobby and immediately spots Wes. Because, well, he looks just like Warren. Even moreso in person. It makes Tucker's stomach jump a little, in some kind of schmoopy pavlovian recognition pattern.
Although Warren would NEVER be caught dead in that turtleneck.
Speaking of, Tucker shifts into mage sight as he extends his hand to Wes, and suddenly realizes why the whole soul thing wasn't an issue.
Wes jumps to his feet, because he's eager like that. All: where? And: how high?
Although, less eager now. Lately. Not that it's something someone not previously acquainted with him would realized. His eagerness meter has been lower to approximately 90 percent. That's down from 130, mind you.
"Mr. Wells."
Wes shakes firmly; professionally.
"I really would like to thank you for the opportunity. Your staff has been so gracious."
"Oh, no," Tucker says, totally fascinated with what he was seeing. What *is* Wes? Tucker muses, He's a demon of some sort, but low magic levels, neither dead nor undead, not alive, sentient (and polite!), but almost dependent -
"No, thank YOU for coming in. Here, come on back to my office. I'm still moving in, so... it'll be kind of disheveled, but..."
He leads Wes back, down the winding corridor, until he has to backtrack because he missed his office on first pass. Within a couple of minutes of meeting, they're seated comfortably in Tucker's new digs.
Tucker realizes he has no idea how to do this. He guesses that just talking casually to the guy would be okay. He's actually sort of a good judge of character, aided by the mage sight.
"So..." he starts. "You got fired from your other job? Why?"
"I...I'm afraid I attempted to go over my boss' head on a particular project I was lead to believe wasn't being handled. I should have trusted management rather than an outside source. I've since learned my lesson."
He inches down the neck of his shirt to display his wound. It's still a little oozy. And there doesn't look like there's any possible way someone could have survived it.
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And?
He's supposed to do something? What? Interview the guy? Ask questions? Why can't he just hire someone and it be over?
"Uh," Tucker says, fiddling with the button, which creates a feedback loop that screeches between the two phones. "Sorry. Uh. You can send him ba-- actually, I'll come out and greet him. Two seconds."
Because the liability of sending a stranger wandering through the halls, unaccompanied... too crazy. He could get eaten or beheaded or something.
He goes out to the lobby and immediately spots Wes. Because, well, he looks just like Warren. Even moreso in person. It makes Tucker's stomach jump a little, in some kind of schmoopy pavlovian recognition pattern.
Although Warren would NEVER be caught dead in that turtleneck.
Speaking of, Tucker shifts into mage sight as he extends his hand to Wes, and suddenly realizes why the whole soul thing wasn't an issue.
"Hey Wes. Tucker Wells," he grins.
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Although, less eager now. Lately. Not that it's something someone not previously acquainted with him would realized. His eagerness meter has been lower to approximately 90 percent. That's down from 130, mind you.
"Mr. Wells."
Wes shakes firmly; professionally.
"I really would like to thank you for the opportunity. Your staff has been so gracious."
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"No, thank YOU for coming in. Here, come on back to my office. I'm still moving in, so... it'll be kind of disheveled, but..."
He leads Wes back, down the winding corridor, until he has to backtrack because he missed his office on first pass. Within a couple of minutes of meeting, they're seated comfortably in Tucker's new digs.
Tucker realizes he has no idea how to do this. He guesses that just talking casually to the guy would be okay. He's actually sort of a good judge of character, aided by the mage sight.
"So..." he starts. "You got fired from your other job? Why?"
That wasn't very casual. Bad Tucker, bad.
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"Yes. Of course."
He folds his hands daintily on his lap.
"I...I'm afraid I attempted to go over my boss' head on a particular project I was lead to believe wasn't being handled. I should have trusted management rather than an outside source. I've since learned my lesson."
He inches down the neck of his shirt to display his wound. It's still a little oozy. And there doesn't look like there's any possible way someone could have survived it.
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