Post by Mr. Smith on Jan 1, 2011 21:28:35 GMT -5
New York. New York. Concrete jungle where dreams are made of. Nobody knew that better than John Smith. Maybe Jay-Z or Alicia Keys perhaps, but that's not important. John Smith was a name that meant something in this town, if you happened to listen to his radio show on WNBC Radio OR Sirius Satellite. The man knew business. The man was all business. Curiously enough though, the man also knew wrestling pretty well too.
Hard to tell which he considered his "day job" though. Wrestling could easily be a hobby to a self-made man like him, but he took that very seriously, a fact that warranted him this meeting with the venerable Carmella Blackheart, president of the finest pro wrestling company in all the land.
Since he thought himself the finest professional wrestler in all the land, it seemed a perfect marriage.
His limo pulls up in front of 1 Penn Plaza, and after his driver opens the door, out he walks, adjusting the silk tie to his neck. He smooths out the jacket of his grey Burberry suit and and nods to a few passers by who know who he is. Then, he steps into the bustling corporate HQ of one of the world's most successful people.
Thoroughly impressive. I'd expect nothing less from a woman of her caliber.
It was like watching a well-oiled machine at work. Every person a tool, or a piece to the puzzle, that when put all together made everything work. This was his kind of place.
Minutes later, he was at the receptionist desk, announcing his arrival, and minutes after that taking the ride to the top floor of this trophy of a tower. Then, stepping out of the elevator, a long hallway, and a single desk with a lovely young lady at it, obviously her secretary. And she smiles and says...
"Good afternoon, how can I help you today?"
Inform Ms. Blackheart that John Smith is here to meet with her. THE John Smith. ;D
He bellows a proud chuckle as he rest a hand on his waist. Confidence was dripping off of this man.
"Step right in, Mr. Smith. She's expecting you."
Again, he nods and continues on his way. His stride was long and proud through the ornate door that led to Carmella's elegant office, and he extends both his broad arms in greeting her.
Carmella! Carmella...Carmella...how wonderful it is to see you again.
Unknown to you until now
, Smith and the President of The Blackheart Foundation were acquainted through business ventures long before this meeting today, to the point where they're on first name basis.
This day's been a long time coming, don't you agree? ;D
Hard to tell which he considered his "day job" though. Wrestling could easily be a hobby to a self-made man like him, but he took that very seriously, a fact that warranted him this meeting with the venerable Carmella Blackheart, president of the finest pro wrestling company in all the land.
Since he thought himself the finest professional wrestler in all the land, it seemed a perfect marriage.
His limo pulls up in front of 1 Penn Plaza, and after his driver opens the door, out he walks, adjusting the silk tie to his neck. He smooths out the jacket of his grey Burberry suit and and nods to a few passers by who know who he is. Then, he steps into the bustling corporate HQ of one of the world's most successful people.
Thoroughly impressive. I'd expect nothing less from a woman of her caliber.
It was like watching a well-oiled machine at work. Every person a tool, or a piece to the puzzle, that when put all together made everything work. This was his kind of place.
Minutes later, he was at the receptionist desk, announcing his arrival, and minutes after that taking the ride to the top floor of this trophy of a tower. Then, stepping out of the elevator, a long hallway, and a single desk with a lovely young lady at it, obviously her secretary. And she smiles and says...
"Good afternoon, how can I help you today?"
Inform Ms. Blackheart that John Smith is here to meet with her. THE John Smith. ;D
He bellows a proud chuckle as he rest a hand on his waist. Confidence was dripping off of this man.
"Step right in, Mr. Smith. She's expecting you."
Again, he nods and continues on his way. His stride was long and proud through the ornate door that led to Carmella's elegant office, and he extends both his broad arms in greeting her.
Carmella! Carmella...Carmella...how wonderful it is to see you again.
Unknown to you until now
, Smith and the President of The Blackheart Foundation were acquainted through business ventures long before this meeting today, to the point where they're on first name basis.This day's been a long time coming, don't you agree? ;D
She paused for a brief second, fidgeting with the hem of her black blouse. This had to go down easy, or else poor John might crack. ;D