With a loud thump a bodies hits the floor. It lets out a long groan, however having only fallen a few feet the person suffers only a minor discomfort at the hard landing. The figure lay there for several minutes, contemplating all the merits of just letting himself drift into the abyss. [i]'I could just hand it all over to Sylus'[/i] it thinks. [i]'He's more than capable. He's definitely better at the people thing'[/i] The body rocks back and forth a bit until at last it rolls on to his back. Clad in only a set of black silk boxers the man who owns every square inch of the twenty floor building he is currently not only collapsed on the floor of, but contemplating weather or not it's worth all the trouble, lets out a long sigh and stares at the very boring ceiling of the very small room he spent the night in. [i]'Nah. I couldn't do that to him. Besides, things should be getting better, right?[/i]

Groaning again Marius Takashi rolls over to his front before pushing himself up into a kneeling position. The cramped space offers plenty of handholds and with a grunt he pulls his sleep laden body to it's feet and begins getting ready for the day. As he moves, his blood pumping to his depraved brain, the day begins unfolding in front of him. Each plan, idea, and scheduled happening moves faster and faster through his mind until at last he is as clear as crystal, his brain working fast and efficient. It is this function of his mind that has allowed him to not only keep his business running, but to make it better and better without much visible effort.

However he's not perfect. His mind may allow him to be the best, but at the same time it can be his greatest downfall. Sylus helps a lot, but he has his own things to deal with. [i]'He's irreplaceable in his position, but maybe, just maybe, I'll get what I need and he won't have to worry about me so much'[/i] he muses, putting on the finishing touches. His suit is bright red, but not garish. The color seems to set off his hair and skin just right and as he's thought a million times before, he checks himself out in the mirror he and thinks he could live very happily and successfully the life of a model. And like always, it is only for an instant, and with a compulsive roll of his eyes he heads to work.

Meanwhile. . . . .

A loud but pleasant ding rings out through the hallway as the elevator reaches it's intended floor. Even with the doors still closed noises can be heard behind it. It's not loud, just sharp, and steady. Finally the doors slide open to reveal the beings inside. To either side of a figure a good head taller than the others are two haggard looking young people. One is a girl who looks to be the older of the two, he figure well developed, but he ruffled appearance giving the impression of being much younger. He hair is fiery red, wavy, and tumbles down across her shoulder where it is cut strait. The other if a boy, he looks fresh out of collage and despite his businessman attire he looks little more that a boy trying on his father's suit, minus the jacket. His jet black hair is slicked back and the only neat looking thing about him, and he doesn't seem to be able to keep his glasses up. But, given their near frantic and sharp movements it's a wonder either of them still have any clothes on all together.

The man between them could not be more different. His coal black suit has crisp lines and seems to fit him almost as if he was born in it. His head seems to be tilted down by default, his height most likely making him use to having to lower his head to hear people properly. Everything about him screams “No BS” and the look on his face is no different. His posture is strong but not ridged and in one hand is what looks to be a booklet of some sort. As they group steps off the elevator the two to the side seem to be firing information at him at mach speed, to most people it sounds like insentient babbling, but the tall man seems to understand them perfectly. As they walk down the hall he replies in a rather quiet voice, however they seem to hear him just fine. 

Files and folders pass through hands pass from hand to hand like a well oiled machine and as they enter the large comfortable waiting room the tall man does not even spare the occupant a single glance. 

“Last night's financial report was off by a whole point two percent.” the smaller male chimes.

“Find Folly and have him run it back, it may be another clerical error. If so, Jully, I want you to start looking for some new clerks.” Replies the tall man as he comes around a chair, his hand resting on the back as he addresses his assistants. 

“Yes sir, and the meeting of the co-exects has been successfully pushed to two rather than one thirty. They need to know if lunch will still be ordered.” the girl whose name is apparently Jully fires back.

The man in black swings himself gracefully into the chair letting out a sigh. “If they are really that hungry, tell them to bring snacks. Just because they are some of the richest men alive, does not mean we are going to cater to them like the petulant school children they are.” He gives one of his rare humorous smiles to her and adds, “Leave off that last part.” She nods rapidly and scribbles something down on a piece of paper, sliding it into a folder before looking once more to the seated guy. With a slicing motion he signals for them to remain quite and almost like little soldiers they take up positions to the sides and one step back from the man in the chair.

Sylus turns his attention at last to the room's other occupant. He casts a critical eye across him, looking him over much like he looks over a bit of product before deciding to buy it. He raises an eyebrow and motions for him to take a seat across from him, a beautiful looking wooden coffee table between the two chairs. [i]'He looks well groomed enough, like all the others. Let's just hope he's not as boring as them. They were all like little cookie cutter men with dull eyes'[/i] As soon as the other is seated he hens his lips to begin the interview, however a loud bang like wood on wood rings through the hallway and instead a loud sigh finds it's way out of him. [i]'Just what we need. The boss scaring him off before we can even see if he's worth scaring'[/i] He holds up a hand for the interviewee to give him a moment and seconds later the source of the noise comes crashing into the room.

“Sylus! I swear, if you took my giant super ball again, I'm going to wring your neck!” Marius stomps into the room, a light growl in his through as he approaches Sylus. The assistants, use to these little interactions don't move, simply watching it unfold. 

Very delicately Sylus stands and turns to the man in red. He towers over the shorter man but Marius doesn't falter. “Have you never heard the one about people who live in glass houses? That thing is a risk not only to your life but to your wallet if you ever manage to throw it hard enough.” His tone of vice is very different from when he was addressing his assistants. Instead of the authoritative but kind tone, his voice now sounds like a parent disciplining their child.

Marius huffs back. “It's not a glass house! It's just one glass wall, and it's tempered! There is no way I'm ever going to damage it you worry wart.” Marius on the other hand sounds very much the angry animal, his lips pulled back into a snarl as he glares up at the taller man. 

Sparing Will a glance Sylus lets out a sigh and decides to end the confrontation as quickly as possible. Reaching up he spins his old friend around so he's pointed at the door. “Get the 407s for this afternoon done and I'll have Kesh bring it back to your office, alright? You've put them off for two weeks, and I need them today for the meeting.”

The Japaneses man glares at his half-breed companion over his shoulder for several seconds before giving him an honest smile. Without another word he marches out of the room, not bothering to close the door behind him and with a faint click he returns to his office. Sylus on the other hand turns so that only his assistants can see him and gives them a wide eyed exasperated look. The both smile, suppressing giggles as Sylus makes his way back over to his chair. A faint smile finds it's way to his own lips as he looks upon the potential secretary in front of him. Bringing up the clipboard he glances at it before setting it back against one arm, at the ready. “So, Mr. Barnett, why do you want to work for the Takashi modeling agency?”