Hurley Garder
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One murder makes a Villain, millions a Hero
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Post by Hurley Garder on Jun 26, 2009 0:19:52 GMT -5
Hurley took the early flight to ST. Louis. He checked into a hotel and made his way over to the Taft and Harkinson Law Firm. He stopped at the entrance and cracked his neck as he fixed his tie. He then entered the building walking up the the receptionist. "Hello I am Hurley Garder, I am here to see Ms. Taft." He did not expect the answer he got. He thought this meeting time was at now obviously this place was not as professional as he presumed. "Ms. Taft is out. But you can see her secretary Mona Desilva. She will be happy to see you."
Hurley didn't want to see her. He had no interest is talking to a secretary, but he really had no choice. "That would be fine may you direct me to her?" He said with a smile. "of course." She smiled back giving Hurley the directions to get there.
Hurley walked his way over to her office from the elevator. He took a heavy sigh as he walked down the hall to the far right. He only hoped this secretary was competent.
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Post by Mona DeSilva on Jun 26, 2009 7:51:31 GMT -5
///// Mona DeSilva st. louis, missouri chapter one: duplicity
As Hurley approached the door, and before he could reach for the handle, an soft, electronic bell sounded, and the door slid open quietly, revealing an expansive lobby area. Most of it was open space, and lining the walls on either side of the room were long shelves filled with pebbles and miniature fountains-- bamboo sprouting upward. A hearty and authentic scent of lavender contributed to the ambient atmosphere of the room.
There was ample seating, all sleek and inviting black leather chairs and sofas, and a marble coffee table. Along the back, left corner of the room was a water dispenser and an espresso machine. It was in the opposite corner, on the other side of a pair of dark, reddish-colored wooden double doors leading to, presumably, the office of Ms. Taft, that a dark-haired girl sat behind a computer at her desk.
With her hair pulled up into a bun, leaving just a bit of forelock to frame her face, and wearing a black suit, the girl would have to be Mona, Taft's intern, who was to recieve the guest despite Taft's absence.
Clicking at her keyboard with a volley of keystrokes, she didn't lift her eyes from the screen, or make any physical aknowledgement at all of Hurley's arrival. "Mr. Garder, feel free to have a seat or enjoy some coffee," she invited in a flat, very business-like tone of voice.
"Ms. Taft isn't in today, but I can get things started for you..." she glanced, "You know, assessing the situation. What seems to be going on for you?"
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Hurley Garder
*Ability Unknown*[M:0]
One murder makes a Villain, millions a Hero
Posts: 2
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Post by Hurley Garder on Jul 1, 2009 15:39:40 GMT -5
Hurley was quite surprised when the door opened up for him. He had never seen such a thing before in an office building. He nearly stumbled in through the open doorway. He took a quick look through the room. It was very decorative for Hurley's taste, but he liked it. Even though this whole situation surprised him, he showed no signs of it.
Hurley was at least expecting to see Ms. Mona DeSilva glance up at him when he walked in, his expectations did not happen. She simply tapped away at her computer inviting him in. Hurley wasn't in the mood for any coffee so he just took the nearest seat.
"I was hoping to talk to Ms. Taft this morning, but if she has confidence that you will be able to kick things off I will be happy to talk with you." Hurley wanted to be a smartass to her for not looking at him and say "Of course, when your done with your work." Hurley hated things like this, he needed acknowledgment.
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Post by Mona DeSilva on Jul 4, 2009 15:12:57 GMT -5
///// Mona DeSilva st. louis, missouri chapter one: duplicity
With a deep breath, Mona turned from her screen and slowly wheeled her chair to face Hurley, stood elegantly and made her way over to the ample seating on the other side of the room. With a notepad in one hand and her thermos in the other, she stopped to refill it with more coffee before taking a seat near Hurley and setting the thermos down.
With another deep breath, she looked him over, "Well, something has to be going on for you," she noted, "If you need Vickie's help... she's a hell of a prosecutor. Mr. Garder, we have no information yet, so why don't you tell me your story, and I'll just take notes. From there, we'll figure out what we can do for you. Sound fine?" she smiled a bit.
Pulling a pen from her shirt pocket, she laid it onto her notepad, which laid flat over her crossed thighs, and paused to take a sip from her thermos as she gave him a chance to begin.
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