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Reunion ((RP for daughterofsun))
Most people would not have chosen straight, ice cold vodka shots as their lunch beverage. But then again, most people were not around to help inspire people in the grain-growing regions of Russia and Eastern Europe to start distilling some of those grains to make alcohol, back in the 14th Century. Of course, Deion Fox was not like most people. In fact, he noted with some amusement, he wasn't exactly any kind of people at all.

Deion raised the small, frost-covered shot glass to no one except the empty office chair on the other side of his desk. "Za vas!" he called out, before throwing the vodka back. None of the employees (to a one, dressed way too casually for any real office) looked up, used to seeing the boss drinking so early. He closed his eyes, feeling every bit of the double burning sensations caused by the below-freezing temperature of the liquid and by its potent kick. Placing the shot glass back into its holder, Deion turned his attention back to his computer screen.

While planning and organizing parties had always been his specialty, the bookkeeping and bean-counting that went with it, especially these days, was the kind of drudgery that sometimes made him consider leaving the biz all together. But it was always just too much damn fun, when it all came together in just the right way, so Deion kept up with the times, trading in ledgers for computers and so forth. Every now and then, he would have to establish an office like this one in Tokyo, a physical space for the virtual front companies he used to hide the less-than-legal ends of his operations.

He hated the idea of all those mortals actually working... nearly living... in these conditions. Deion just wanted people to have fun and indulge themselves, and they couldn't damn well do that in an 8'x8' cubicle. That's why he had the big, glass-walled office and everyone else worked on exposed, free-standing desks.

Of course, the contact he'd gotten earlier from his wife had promised respite from Office Hades. It had been years, decades perhaps, since he'd last seen Rianna. Although they adored one another and delighted in each other's company, neither he nor his wife were the settling kind. It just seemed to make the encounters that much more delicious. This time promised to be no different. When a buzzer sounded on Deion's desk phone he touched the button that opened the front door, leaned back in his chair and waited.