xmutanthigh | [Open Log] A day in the life of Emma Frost

[He doesn't really look up from his papers either, walking over to stand by her desk, pausing for a moment as he reads over a piece of it.] I need your help. These numbers are... I don't even fucking know. [He says this tiredly, dropping down into his usual seat.] This guy's an idiot. That or he's stealing from me. Do you mind looking at this and telling me I'm not crazy?

Language, dear. [The admonishment is more automatic than a real scolding. She sets her own work aside as she takes the paper from him. One finger marks her place as she quickly scans through the numbers, frowning a bit as she does.] Do you have numbers from the previous quarter with you?

[He's used to the admonishments, but he really doesn't understand why she bothers. He'd be calling her "Emma" at this point if he wasn't so used to "Miss Frost." At her question, he drops the whole of the folder down on her desk.] The past six. [Yeah, there's latent anger in his tone. It's not so much over being stolen from than it is the audacity of this prick if he has been. And that he's gotten away with it because Julian and the people his parents had hired to watch over the hotels hadn't spotted it since his brother died. But mostly, it's the fact that it means this dickwad has been stealing from him since James died because he thought it would be easy.]

[She takes the rest of the folder from him. It doesn't take more than a minute for her to scan over the papers and confirm what she had been thinking.] He is most definitely stealing from you. It's quite subtle in the older reports especially if you don't know what you're looking for but these past three... [Her voice trails off as she shakes her head at the folder, flipping back to the most current report again.]

[Well, this is just... fucking great. Julian nods, not sure if he's happy or not that Emma agrees, that she's giving credence to this. But it's all well and good anyway, because he knows where this asshole is going for it.] He got cocky. Thought he got away with a few thousand here and there. Dipping a little deeper wouldn't hurt.

Do you know how to proceed from here? [She shuts the folder, passing it back to him as she looks him in the eyes.] You need to inform your parents and I can also recommend a few attorneys who specialise in this sort of matter.

[Right. Informing his parents. He was just going to skip that part and take care of it himself; it's his company, not theirs. He shakes his head a little at the situation, sighs as he sits back in his chair. He's not even surprised, just... angry he didn't catch it sooner. Uselessly, but whatever.] I know what to do. Yeah, sure. Please. Who knows if I can trust my attorneys either?

[She gives him one of those looks as she picks up on his thoughts.] Don't be so hard on yourself, dear. You've only been doing this for two years. These things take time and experience. It's not something you just pick up overnight especially if you're not in the thick of it every day.

[She's right, of course, and he knows she is. That doesn't stop him from being a bit angry, though.] I know, you're right. [He exhales, this time to expel the anger at himself, and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees.] Just this ff- [He stops the cursing.] guy. He's been with us since the beginning. Whatever, screw it. Lesson learned. Just another mess to clean up.

[She's concerned for her protege. Concerned enough to stand up and move around the desk to sit in the chair beside him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.] You're only twenty, Julian. If this is the worst thing that ever happens with your company, you're quite lucky. This is a fixable mess and I'll do what I can to help you.

[He holds her gaze for a moment. Her logic is unshakeable, really. So he merely lets out his held breath and nods in agreement, looking down. It's just the first bad thing he has to deal with. And he can't help but take it a little personally. The asshole took advantage of his company. Of his brother's company.] Thanks. I appreciate it, Miss Frost.

Of course. [She's already making a mental list of the necessary calls she'll be making later on. Her hand leaves his shoulder as she leans back in the chair, frowning slightly as she picks up on something else from him even if she can't place what exactly it is.] What else is bothering you, dear?

[Julian looks her way at the unexpected question, his expression a bit blank. He should know better, really. Of course she'd pick other things up. She always does. But there's nothing really to tell here, so he just pauses for a moment and shakes his head.] Nothing. Just... life, you know? It's not bothering me, it's just... [He trails off, looking past her desk and out the window, searching for the right word. He hasn't really pinpointed it yet.]

Different? [She offers word casually, tapping her fingers idly on the chair arm as she considers the still unclear thoughts and emotions she's picking up on. There's no actual digging going on though. She won't pry.]

Yeah. Different. [He nods, looking over to her again, because she hit it on the nail. He hadn't really thought about it in the first place, but he guesses it's that simple. Things are changing.] Not bad, just different.

[No prying and no pushing today. Gosh it's a good thing he's her favourite. As long as you don't count the headaches. Her mannerisms turn more business-like after a moment as a thought comes to her.] How would you feel about perhaps adding something else different into the mix?

[Julian knows this always ends in headaches. He does. That look and stance always ends in headache. He raises a curious brow and straightens in his seat.]

Matters what it is.

[Really it's only fair considering how many headaches the mansion gives her.]

Do you think you can handle the extra power if I take down another one of those walls in your mind?

[Yeah, she knows what his answer's going to be.]

[That's surprising. Julian was pretty sure he was going to have to ask her eventually. Guess he made the right move keeping his mouth shut the past month.]

I handled it last time, didn't I?

[He can thank her argument with Logan for this one. It was also probably a smart move to keep his mouth shut. Patience is a virtue after all.]

Mmm, well try not to break anything this time either then.

[She places her fingertips on either side of his head, already starting to starting to delve into his mind. She's not going to give him any warning this time. The question was warning enough for the painful process. The one she's starting right now, by the way.]

[Julian is learning to be a very patient man, dear Emma. Not asking a question is child's play to him when you can't touch the girl you're dating.

He doesn't need a warning though; he's already relaxed himself. He knows the drill. Don't fight it. He closes his eyes, readies himself for the sudden rush of power. It's still overwhelming, and he lets out a harsh, pained sound as Emma breaks down the wall.

His hands curl into glowing fists; when he opens his eyes they are glowing too. In fact, a telekinetic glow is settling around his entire torso. He's tense now, shaking a little as he concentrates on breathing and not trashing Emma's office.

He doubts she'll appreciate that.]

Breathe, darling. [Emma's going to remind him anyways, okay?

She's not leaving him entirely on his own this go around because it is a lot of extra power. Instead, she's doing what she can to help slow the flow of it within his mind; helping him better control it.

Because yeah, she really wouldn't appreciate a trashed office. And she's concerned.]

[He's breathing, and the reminder is a nice one anyway. Slowly, he closes his eyes as she helps control the flow of his power. It helps, and he feels more in control even as it keeps coming. The glow around his body slowly fades, then around his hands, and finally his eyes that he blinks open, only latent wisps evidence to what has just occurred.

He pulls in a deep breath.]

That's always fun.

Yes, that's precisely why we save it for special occasions. [Her tone may be dry and a tag sarcastic but she's still concerned. She drops her hands from the sides of his head as she finishes up her last mental checks.]

Do I need to remind you not to use your powers for the rest of the day?

[He's tired now, lifting a hand to rub across his face. And he sighs, a bit in exasperation at this reminder. What is he, twelve? But he knows better to not get snippy... much. His tone is flat instead of irritated.]

No, Emma, I'm not twelve. [Then he freezes, looking over to her at that slip. He doesn't know where it came from, other than the fact he was just thinking...] Miss Frost.

Edited 2010-11-09 20:03 (UTC)

[Open Log] A day in the life of Emma Frost

YEP. Rogue should invest in whips and chains.

Nah, we'll let the rich boy buy them himself.

Good thinking, he's got the money.

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