#chat:atta

[masterofhisfate]

@attadreyfus​

To say Adam was nervous about the meeting he had that day would be a fair assumption. He wasn’t really ever pleasant as a boss so when he was a little extra high strung he tended to come off a bit...cruel. He was barking off orders left and right to make sure the place was in perfect order for when their guests arrived later that day. He desperately wanted a drink, but knew he should wait until they meet together. He was stood behind the bar, annoyed that he was putting away the last few of the clean glasses away and that the bartender had not before probably disappearing for a cigarette. When he was finished he turned around and was faced with a pretty blonde sitting at the bar. He quickly gained some composure and cleared his throat. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t notice you. Can I get you a drink menu?” He already had grabbed one as he asked and placed it in front of her. “All of our wine selections are on the last two pages.”

[thirteenthwestergaard]

@attadreyfus

Hans’ job kept him very busy throughout the day between meetings and such, but he’d been ignoring one matter that popped up on his desk one day. A note from a Mr. Colin Hopper and Hans had been pushing it aside all week. Finally he called the number left for him and set up a meeting with a woman, whose name he recognized immediately. It was a curious thing to be contacted by someone else and be meeting with Atta Dreyfus herself. Hans had his assistant let Atta into his office promptly at the time she had given him on the phone. He was clicking his pen, his eyes scanning words on his computer screen when he heard the knock on the door. He minimized his screen and clicked his pen again before setting it down. After rising to his feet he offered the woman a smile. “I take it you’re Atta,” he said, extending his hand out from across his desk to shake. “Hans Westergaard, but I take it you already knew that.���