Posted March 28, 2023, 10:14 p.m. by Civilian Dorma Fen (Governor's Assistant) (James Sinclair)
Posted by Civilian Cort Belanger (Executive Assistant to Lt. Gov.) in You Won, But Did You Really?
Posted by Civilian Dorma Fen (Governor’s Assistant) in You Won, But Did You Really?
Posted by Civilian Cort Belanger (Executive Assistant to Lt. Gov.) in You Won, But Did You Really?
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Dorma Fen, aide to Governor Hyrushi, sat in her apartment and finished getting ready. The day before she had sent a message to Cort Bellanger, the aide to the Lieutenant Governor, as to what to wear (‘Tux if you can manage one, suit and tie if you can’t’); and a place to meet her. Outside the Oed University Culinary Arts Department, of all places.She stood and checked her look in the floor length mirror. A deep royal blue, almost purple, silk dress that hung from her right shoulder but left the left bare and that was split very high up her left leg and accented with black fillagree and lace made her red hair explode in color. The hair itself was pinned up on her head and accented with small, crystal-topped hair pins. Black six inch heels completed the outfit, and Dorma looked mad. “Wasted on him. This dress is wasted on him.” She silently cursed Kenzo for manipulating the bidding in Cort’s favor, but she would get her revenge. That thought brought a smile to her face. She picked up her matching clutch and headed out the door and to the waiting slider.
Dorma Fen
This wasn’t his idea of a fun night. In all honestly he really had no desire to spend an entire evening with Dorma shooting him death glares. Would he be interested in talking to her beyond whatever reports were flying back and forth between the offices? Sure, absolutely. But as far as he was concerned, being treated like the enemy ranked very low on how he preferred to spend his evenings. Life and work was stressful enough.
And yet, here he was, dressed in a tux (yes, he did have not one, but two) and feeling pretty much like a fool. But hey, it was for a good cause, right? It’s what he decided to tell himself anytime he felt like this was a terrible idea.
He arrived a few minutes ahead of schedule, in an all-black tux (including his shirt and bowtie) and waited with a relaxed posture.
~Cort Belanger, Doomed Executive Assistant
The slider arrived exactly on time and the driver got out and opened the door. The first thing to come out was leg… * a lot* of leg… followed by the rest of Dorma Fen who took the offered hand of the driver and smiled slightly. “Three hours.” “Yes, ma’am.” they replied and the vehicle pulled away a moment later.
Cort took the unexpected form of Fen with slightly raised eyebrows. What? He was straight and he wasn’t dead. You’d look too.
Dorma looked Cort up and down in a wholly appraising way and said “Hmm. All black. A bold choice.” and she walked up to him and slid her hand onto his elbow. “Inside, Mr. Bellanger. I hope you are hungry.” and she exhaled slightly in barely concealed frustration. “You look very nice, by the way.”
Dorma Fen
Gathering himself for a moment, Cort gave her a sincere smile. “I’m glad it suits. And you look amazing, but you already knew that,” he said, trying very hard not to smirk.
He stepped inside, a little surprised by the contact on his arm but more than happy to play the gentlemen. Cort drew in a long breath. “Look, regardless of the interference of others, and knowing that this wasn’t exactly what either of us had expected, just know that this only has to be as awkward as we make it. Besides, you wouldn’t have offered up coking for someone if you didn’t have the skills, so now I’m very curious.”
~Cort Belanger
Dorma stopped and took her arm from him and moved to look directly up at him. “Listen to me. I am not making this awkward, nor am I upset as to the fact that you are here. I am… ‘perturbed’… that it required some kind of machinations to make my participation in the auction meaningful. So take your apprehension and trepidations and leave them out here, will you? I don’t want your angst disrupting the students.” and she took his arm again and led him into the building.
After a few moments they came to a double door from which light and noise poured out. She stopped and looked at the door, then at Cort. “Well? A woman doesn’t show off this much thigh if she doesn’t expect a man to at least open the door for her, Mr. Belanger.”
Dorma Fen
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