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Post by Deleted on Feb 7, 2018 19:34:24 GMT -5
Sadık Adnan Notes: #### | It had been a seemingly average night at The Desert Tulip. At least as close to average as one can get considering the nature of such an establishment. Upon first glance the lounge was bustling with life and activity, staff and customers alike seeming to radiate the very essence of enjoyment as they talked back and forth. For most businesses it would seem like the height of success, everything that an owner could want. However, something had felt off and Sadık was beginning to worry about his business as a whole.
The lounge itself had been turning a profit and improving with every turn. That was the very problem though, even if it was ultimately a success the whole scene seemed so stagnant. This was one of the reasons Sadık had recently decided to bring in a few more employees; not to mention the lounge had begun to seem short-staffed with the recent influx of customers. With a little hope the growing workforce would breath a fresh breath of air into the man's business. It would definitely be a helpful revitalization with all the new 'clients' Sadık had been planning to welcome after his recent invitations. Oddly enough, the man had not actually heard back from either of the families just yet. He was probably just being paranoid considering it was too early to write any of them off, but he still had his doubts and concerns.
As he racked his mind Sadık took a long drag from the hookah positioned in front of his seat. He had found himself in one of the VIP lounges on the second floor of the building. Unlike the club atmosphere downstairs these rooms seemed more personal and lively, housing a multitude of vibrant colored chairs, couches, ottomans and tables. The lights were bright and warm as opposed to the cool dark setting of the first floor. While he had not been alone in the room Sadık was certainly absorbed into his own thoughts, isolated to a corner booth where he had customers and employees alike floating about, but none really engaged him as he clearly was deep in thought. Reaching over to the phone positioned on a nearby end table Sadık pressed a single button, a low beep responding before he spoke. Blowing a cloud of smoke over his warm lips Sadık took a breath before speaking in his soft, soothing voice. His accent was still faintly presence, but was just that an 'accent'. It gave flavor to his words, but they were still as silky smooth as the robes hugging his body.
"Could you be a dear and send up a bottle of the regular along with some rice pudding?" His finger began to lift, just barely remaining on the button as he pressed it back down. "Oh! Make sure to send one of the new faces up as well."
Releasing the button Sadık would be reassured his message went through with another low beep. Then a calm female voice replied. "Okay sir, it'll be there soon. The VIP room still, I assume?"
The synergy of the staff was at play, Sadık not even having to reply to the rhetorical question as her guess was right. The Turk made it a point that he was careful to make sure the staff always knew where he was or at least a way to reach him. After all, if there was an issue he wanted to be the first to figure out and address it before any more damage could be done. More often than not though, it was simply a perk for occasion such as this.
Taking another draw from the hose of the hookah Sadık would softly blow out another cloud of smoke before placing the hose within the built-in holder on the hookah. Relaxing into his seat Sadık slouched back slightly, his arm rested against his thigh as he pressed his hand against the side of his face. His demeanor looked slightly lazy and tired as he awaited his drink, his impatient nature made it seem like he had been waiting forever. Although, he knew better than this and had felt this feeling often. While deep down he was disappointed in the delay he knew it was nothing to fret over. For now he'd simply maul things over in his own mind, absentmindedly staring at the entrance to the VIP room as he did so. He had been situated immediately left of the entrance in the opposing corner, the archway having left the other corner bare of any furniture that would otherwise impede any who entered.
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Post by Mihai Roșu on Mar 10, 2018 6:36:59 GMT -5
Catering to people was easy—for the most part. A few rude clients aside, he had a natural instinct for people, all smiles and a honeyed voice that people could rarely find fault with. It was certainly tiring sometimes, selling the image of an upbeat and highly willing serviceman, but that was part of Mihai's specialty; it didn't matter whether he was doing his 'clean' job at the clubs and bars, or instead some dirty work for the Phantoms' ambitions. This was a little bit of both.
As he breezed through his workday—serving drinks and preparing tobacco, chatting, socializing, the works—he didn't forget the purpose behind his presence at the lounge. To the managers and the boss, he probably seemed no more interesting than the typical applicant, if well-suited for entertaining customers—what they didn't know was that he'd been added to the application pool on the orders of one Francis Bonnefoy. For what reason he wasn't told, just that he was supposed to feel the place out, and asses how useful it would be as neutral ground. Vague, but those sorts of instructions were par of the course. He assumed that there was either some backdoor deal he wasn't aware of, or something was happening between the families that required some other meeting space. He didn't know, and, quite frankly, he didn't care much. If this turned out to be an opportunity for him, he'd evaluate it then, but until then, he was content to receive his salary from the new job as well as payment from the Phantoms at his weekly reports.
The single development that he hadn't been satisfied with was his inability to meet with the boss. That would be one of the biggest factors determining the potential of the lounge, wouldn't it? Yet, he was set back by bad timing, busy days, and a small influx of newer employees (probably from that same applicant pool) that this Sadık Adnan apparently also wanted to meet. It had been an annoyance, that, although he didn't mind making his higher-ups wait a little for results, even if it did nothing but stoke his own petty attitude.
Today, that wait ended. He'd be getting his first proper meeting with Adnan out of the way, and although he supposed it would still be awhile before he had anything useful to report, it was a start. He had been called back to the kitchen and handed a tray, topped by a bottle, a glass, silverware, and a small bowl of rice pudding, which he balanced expertly on one hand. With an expression of gratitude and the reassurance he'd be back again soon, he moved away from the station as smoothly as possible, an eye on his burdens.
In truth, he wasn't going to rush. A good impression would be imperative if he wanted to get himself into Adnan's good graces, and that might take time.
Given directions to a second floor VIP lounge, Mihai made his way there, the slight heels of his low boots barely a whisper against the carpeting of the stairs. Tucked into the tops of the boots were the dark pants' legs, loose and airy to make the workday a bit more comfortable; they were accompanied by a red blouse, and a pair of golden, dangling earrings. A small apron allowed for a notepad and other necessities, including a rather unique pen equipped with a small recording device (if anything important was said, the higher-ups usually liked proof). That aside, he had gone for professional, but not too stuffy, and he hoped Adnan would approve. Looks were essential when being evaluated, and other than his coworkers' forthcoming advice, he hadn't gotten much more direction as far as dress code went.
He made it to the second floor without incident, tray still sitting steadily on his arm, and picked out the correct door. He paused, free hand darting up to check the pin holding back the longer strands of his fringes, before knocking. A quick three raps just to announce his presence before he opened the door, a natural smile already drawing up painted lips. "I have the food and drink you ordered, Mr. Adnan," he said, shutting the door one-handedly behind him. First meetings were always a tough call, but he figured that politeness couldn't go wrong. As things went on, he would adjust as necessary to get whatever the Phantoms wanted from this place.
Making his way over to the table and setting down the tray, he went through the motions as he would for a customer. Seeing no bottle opener on the table, he produced one from his apron and uncorked the bottle with deft, practiced motions. He tucked the cork and opener back into the apron.
"Shall I pour that for you?" he asked, with a nod at the drink. His tone was less chipper, but wholly warm, inviting in a way that convinced people he had a vested interest in them simply because they were in his line of sight. Call it a customer service attitude—God knows he wasn't this pleasant without something he wanted out of it—but from mob work to service work, the performance was what he sold.
@turkey: Augh I'm sorry, I underestimated the time I needed so much. -_-;; Thank you for your patience and I hope this reply works!<3
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2018 1:06:46 GMT -5
Sadık Adnan Notes: #### | The faint sound of heels on the steps would hardly be noticed in the commotion of the whole lounge. However, upon seeing one of his employees enter the room Sadik perked up. Further committing to his excitement when he had confirmed they indeed were delivering what he had asked for the man watched quietly. Although he had be rather contained his expression was less so, clearly enthralled by the mere sight of the two delicacies; like a curious child awaiting permission. This situation presented an odd juxtapose when he was the one that had been asked for permission. Ah, yes! After all, Sadik was the one in charge here. Even if his playfully welcoming and friendly demeanor sometimes clashed with what one would perceive as professional.
An awkward silence was the first reaction the man gave, casting his gaze upon the other before back to the glass he had brought. A sudden shift of clarity would swiftly compose the man however, his words rushing from his lips. "Yes, of course." From there he looked back up to the woman with a reassuring smile; they were a woman, yes? No matter, Sadik was just happy to see a new face, but more importantly one that had been delivering treats to him. Yet, a streak of urgency would peek through the man's smile as he had still been caught off guard by the individual.
Not only had the Turk been caught up in his thoughts as Mihai had entered, as he often found himself, he was also surprised to see someone new. This excitement would be further amplified upon taking in a long, full view of them. Not only had they dressed nicely, they had gone above and beyond. This would be noted almost immediately upon the first moments Sadik soaked in the gaze. He was a man of fashion, valuing fashion highly in life. On top of that he also was rather judging of people, not because he valued the negative aspect, it was more so for that matter of his job. He had to be careful with all the shady business he has dealt in, but with recent developments such matters were further emphasized.
That being said, he was not as strict as it sounds. He viewed the outfit in as a welcomed addition, almost even a joyous find that he would have otherwised thanks anyone else for. For the time being though Sadik remain only observant from his seated position. The boats were nothing special in Sadik's eyes, however fitting they didn't tie anything together. Next he noticed the black pants, a smile took form, they were tucked in. 'How proper,' he thought with a muffled chuckle. The next piece of clothing was interesting, an accessory; they had been among Sadik's favorite form of attire. However, the apron had been an oddity as the previously mentioned pants. Sure, it was neat and useful, but again it stuck out and personally Sadik wouldn't have chose it. That was two strikes, well not necessarily. It was not as if Sadik was faulting Mahai, no they were merely marks to be noted, perhaps even linked to further information. The process was all part of Sadik's protocol he was nothing if not thorough and observant. The blouse was of no further note beyond tying into the rather nice looking outfit.
However, the final piece of the set would only be revealed with time, everything happened in an instant and when Mihai would lean over to pour the drink there they were. The pair of golden earrings, jewelry. It was the keystone of accessories and Sadik was rather fond of any such item. That being said his tastes were beyond just appreciation, reaching out the moment his eyes met the precious metal. One hand would slowly rise to caress saffron stained mineral, should he be allowed to proceed Sadik would think little of it, inspecting the craftsmanship with a curators level of care. Truly, the man had no hold on barriers and the fact he was now completely caught up in the spur of the moment did little to prevent his actions.
A pleased hum proceeded the man's softly spoken comment. Said as more of a general statement rather than a comment directed at the other. "Hmm, quite nice."
In saying that Sadik would back down from his slightly elevated posture and resume sitting upon the couch. The earrings were the final note that had peaked Sadik's interests. While not truly suspicious of anything he made note that this girl did not belong. Not in regards to being barred or even unwanted, but more displaced. Like a lost pup, unsure of himself and without direction. Honestly, it was kind of cute in the man's eyes, something he drew curiosity from. After all, sticking out meant you were different and to Sadik that was good.
Perhaps this individual would be of further use to him in the future, or at least be able to uphold his end of their agreement should he stick around. At the very least Mihai had gotten Sadik's attention, what that entailed even the Turk himself had not known. All Sadik knew for sure is that in this short span of only seconds his attention had been drawn to Mihai like a moth to the flame. Sadik had to be careful not to fly to close, else he scorch his wings.
For now Sadik would reach for his supposedly poured drink, alleviating any pressure that his odd intimate outburst could have caused as he sipped the refreshing beverage. A wash of pure joy blanketed his taste buds before he set the icy glass back down with a rattle. Licking his lips before letting loose a satisfied exhale Sadik turned his attention back to his guest. With so much already to take note of there was still the matter of getting to know this new face.
"You look...captivating~" His words glided effortlessly past his lips with grace; a sly serpent's parseltongue. There was a another awkward pause as Sadik's cool composure cracked once more; resulting in him nervously scratching his head, Sadik was terrible with names. Oddly, with all this flip flopping one could perhaps question who was truly lost. "It's Miho, yes?" He asked, this time a bit more unsure than his previously suave remark.
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Post by Mihai Roșu on May 24, 2018 21:50:11 GMT -5
Silence fell as Mihai did his job, keeping an eye on the wine that tipped into the glass. The rest of the staff had described Sadık as the rather gregarious sort, and as self-possessed as any owner of a growing establishment with ambitions of making it in the criminal world would be. It made the quiet... slightly odd. In any other situation, like his regular job, he would take the reins of this interaction, guiding the conversation and keeping his client entertained, but that was neither here nor there. At the Desert Tulip, he was Sadık Adnan's employee, and as with Francis Bonnefoy, the interactions happened on their terms. Thus, it was Sadık's cue he waited for, keenly aware, all the while, that he was being surveyed.
Dressing to please others was something with which Mihai was intimately familiar. He was used to being scrutinized, potentially critiqued, about his looks, but that didn't mean he took any great joy in being addressed like that. He took pride in his appearance, so there was resentment and humiliation in being found wanting. An occupational hazard, unfortunately. However, rather than hearing a comment passed on his choices, Mihai felt the soft brush of fingers against his ear—an accidental diversion on their way to his jewelry, perhaps. In surprise, he tensed, the only negative reaction he allowed himself before forcing relaxation back into his shoulders. Well, it wasn't like he was a stranger to sudden caresses either—but, honestly, when he was trying to serve a drink?
Letting the action slide off his back, he finished pouring the wine and set the bottle back on the table. Whatever Adnan was studying, Mihai seemed to be up to standard, and even if he didn't know what exactly, he'd appreciate if it were enough not to repeat the process. "Thank you," he said, to be polite, and accompanied the expression with a small, slightly puzzled smile. The bit of confusion was, at least, genuine. It seemed the rumors of Sadık's whimsicality were confirmed.
Mihai tucked the serving tray under his arm and stepped back as Sadık reached for the wine. As he drank, Mihai considered whether he should just take his leave or wait to be dismissed. It could be beneficial for him to wait, certainly, get in a few more words and make an impression before he departed, but neither did he want to seem intrusive. He was hedging a bet on his boss' reputed sociability by staying—it was one that paid off.
As Sadık finished drinking with an exhale that relayed satisfaction, Mihai waited for any following requests with brows expectantly raised. Rather than any other orders or a dismissal, Sadık spoke a compliment instead. For a moment, Mihai's eyebrows shot higher. Maybe this assignment was going to be much more similar to his regular job than he thought... Well, at least that was a role he could pull off—likely even better than the average-employee-who-befriends-the-boss or whatever he'd been expected to do. It didn't mean he could forsake subtlety, however; 'Well, if you find me so captivating, how 'bout a blowjob for fifty and some information?' probably wasn't going to fly. But it was a potential in.
Swaying into a more comfortable stance—weight on one leg, drawing attention to his hips—he shot Sadık another smile. "Thanks," he said again, this time with a small laugh that conveyed flattery. "Just doing what I can to help out whoever hired me... Hopefully your customers feel the same way."
Equally as quickly as the charm was switched on, however, it vanished, leaving another strange pause between them. Mihai resisted another expression of his skepticism, allowing Sadık to continue the conversation at his own pace. It couldn't be that hard to talk to him, either as a person or an employee, right? He got the feeling he was going to have to set the atmosphere. Finally, the other thought of what he wanted to ask, and Mihai supposed that amidst all this, he could overlook a slip-up of his name.
"Mihai, actually," he corrected. "But if I like you enough, I'll let you call me whatever you want," he added playfully. He said that line to more people than he could count, but it had become a stock phrase because of how much they liked it—especially when they all, somehow, inevitably, qualified as 'someone he liked enough.' But Sadık didn't need to know that. Instead, Mihai continued his brief introduction, smiling. "I'm a new hire, obviously. It's a pleasure to finally see the bossman in person."
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