06-09-2015, 03:02 PM
Karl Jak let out a sigh. The only people that remained in the Dante Verse were the guards and the janitorial crews. It'd take a few days, but the place would eventually look perfect once again.
As he reclined into his chair and buzzed in the intern. She waddled in, her heels and pencil-dress a nice touch but nothing that really captured his interest. “What’s your name again?” He asked, unsure where the company kept finding these young women. Why couldn’t they provide him with some nice pieces of meat inside tight-fitting suits? What a waste of company resources.
“I’m Annette,” she muttered, he eyes glancing over to the naked man seated in the other chair.
“Annette, get my friend over there a nice suit from my quarters.” As pleasant as he is too look at, I don’t think he wants to be naked all afternoon.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, nodding her head. The man winked at Karl and followed her out, his ass swaying back and forth as he went.
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The festivities had died down, and the eight remaining primes had filtered their way into the boardroom. At the head of the room, Karl Jak smirked as he dumped out a box onto the table, spilling a collection of artefacts. Around the room, the seven runner ups turned and looked.
“Here’s how it works,” Karl replied, a smile on his face that juxtaposed the fatigue or anger that most of the finalist wore on their faces. “Starting with our runner up, each of you gets to pick an artefact from this pile. Once you do that, you’ll be escorted to a personal teleporter to be sent into your new life of fame in the Omniverse.
“Sound good?” Karl glanced over at the marine. “You’re first,” he said with a smirk, his hand gesturing to the seven artefacts on the table.
As he reclined into his chair and buzzed in the intern. She waddled in, her heels and pencil-dress a nice touch but nothing that really captured his interest. “What’s your name again?” He asked, unsure where the company kept finding these young women. Why couldn’t they provide him with some nice pieces of meat inside tight-fitting suits? What a waste of company resources.
“I’m Annette,” she muttered, he eyes glancing over to the naked man seated in the other chair.
“Annette, get my friend over there a nice suit from my quarters.” As pleasant as he is too look at, I don’t think he wants to be naked all afternoon.
“Yes, Sir,” she said, nodding her head. The man winked at Karl and followed her out, his ass swaying back and forth as he went.
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The festivities had died down, and the eight remaining primes had filtered their way into the boardroom. At the head of the room, Karl Jak smirked as he dumped out a box onto the table, spilling a collection of artefacts. Around the room, the seven runner ups turned and looked.
“Here’s how it works,” Karl replied, a smile on his face that juxtaposed the fatigue or anger that most of the finalist wore on their faces. “Starting with our runner up, each of you gets to pick an artefact from this pile. Once you do that, you’ll be escorted to a personal teleporter to be sent into your new life of fame in the Omniverse.
“Sound good?” Karl glanced over at the marine. “You’re first,” he said with a smirk, his hand gesturing to the seven artefacts on the table.
Quote:All finalists must post once here confirming their selection IC and departing.
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