Cancellation, A Cause for Distress

Bella Mafia · Donna Pericolosa

Cancellation, A Cause for Distress

Roxanna · Shapeshifting Deviant

"I want that band to play tonight, no domande. Comprende?" Her voice, silk like a black widow's thread, yet blatant and bitter, sung from her slender throat as she slammed the phone down onto it's receiver. One of the joys of being a music producer was dominating the agents as they had to listen to everything she said. If she wanted bands to play in Timbuktu, then they would. If she wanted bands to have an orgy with the press to get widely known, then they would. Most of the agents didn't understand her lingo of American and Italian, but when she spoke her native tongue, they knew she was angry. As she relaxed in her leather, revolving chair, she poured herself a shot of Jack Daniels and downed the liquor, allowing the strong, whiskey taste to beam down her throat, and soak her tongue with the vital flavor.

Darlienna buzzed in. "Ms. Roxanna, your afternoon appointment is here." A spidery, painted digit pressed the receiver. "Grazie. I'm on my way." Most business people would have their clients come to their office, but not Roxanna. She was an up close and personal type of woman, and first impressions on her clients were very important. As those calloused, soft palms smoothed out the wrinkles in her skirt, she fluffed those black licorice tendrils, splashed a bit of jasmine vanilla perfume on her neck, and walked out of her office. Black stiletto heels pounded on the marble floors; the hefty sounds of clicking bounced off each wall, echoing throughout the entire area, sounding like a thunderstorm frightening the city.

A black pencil skirt hung from her hourglass hips, extending down to billow just above her knees where those black fishnet stalkings tinted her alabaster, creamy stems. A black peasant top with lace shoulder sleeves covered her top frame, accompanied by a red leather waist cincher that squeezed her dainty torso, tying in a criss-cross manner on her smaller back. Lips of glossy crimson creased into a smile as she neared the trio in the front, immediately extending a soft palm to the woman; glistening hues of emerald jewels sparkled with her pleasant voice. "Ciao Ms. Giovanni. I am so pleased to meet you. I'm Roxanna De Luca, but you can call me Roxanna or Roxy for short. Thank you for coming on time. You and these gentlemen can follow me into my office." She inclined, flashing a welcoming smile as a flaunty wink, given to the woman, fluttered from her dark, long lashes, turning on her heels back to her office.

Bella Mafia · Donna Pericolosa

Hazel eyes lifted her from the revire she had slipped into at the staccato rythum of heels on the polished flooring. Lips curled upwards a little bit, sliding that facade completely in place before the woman made herself known. Legs unfolded as she stood, first smoothing the back of her skirt before offering her own hand to shake. Hazel eyes betrayed a slight look of contempt for a moment before it was smoothed away within the facade. After all, such an outfit was not ever worn by the rich or by the high class. Apparently, people didn't have as good a taste as herself.

"It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Roxanna. I am Rosalie Giovanni." No name was given to either Ruffelo or Tomas as they didn't matter, inconsiquential it seemed. Then again, guard where supose to be the background, so that is just how they stayed. She waited for Roxanna to lead the way, following behind her, hands folded around the Prada purse in her hands. Once settled in the office, Rosalie would not waste any time. She leaned forward over the purse in her lap and spoke quite casually, a lingering good humor smile on her lips.

"I am hoping you are able to help me Miss Roxanna. I am throwing a rather large Ball Saturday night and the quartet I had hired has cancelled at the last moment. It was suggested by a acquaintance of mine to speak with you. I am hoping, with all of my being that you have a quartet or a larger group of Classical artists that would be available. Money is not a problem of course." As if she had to add the last statement. It was blaringly obvious.

Roxanna · Shapeshifting Deviant

Once they settled in her office, Roxanna reclined in her black leather, revolving chair, and poured two shots of Jack Daniels, sliding one of them to Ms. Giovanni and keeping one for herself. The two men stood off to the side, assuming that they must be body guards for the infamous Giovanni daughter. Those long stems of a smooth, alabaster flesh traversed over the other beneath the oak wood desk, as her black pencil skirt slightly rose to reveal how thick and luscious those thighs were. Leaning over her desk, she accessed her computer and opened the schedule, and then the application of all the bands that are signed onto her record company.

"I do have one band that you might like; Apocalyptica. They are classical musicians, and the band consists of four, very sexy cello players, all men. They are known for remixing metal music into classical, like Metallica, and collaborated with Corey Taylor from Slipknot, Adam Gontier from Three Days Grace, and Cristina Scabbia from Lacuna Coil. They are available for this saturday for your ball. And if you have certain music that you would like them to play, just gather a playlist with the written music, and I'm sure they can play it. They are very, very talented and such sweet guys. I'll give you a CD of theirs to sample their music to see if you like it."

Reaching into one of the tall metal cabinets behind, she dug into the A drawyer, and pulled out one of their CD's from their file entitled Worlds Collide. Handing it to the woman, Roxanna leaned back into her chair and smiled, folding her palms together atop the desk.

Bella Mafia · Donna Pericolosa

Rosalie eyes flickered to the Jack Daniels set in front of her and she gave a polite smile but didn't touch it. She wasn't one much for liquor, she was much more a wine person. Hazel eyes watched Roxanna as she flickered through her computer. The faint buzzing in her purse had her lifting the cellphone free only to offer it up to Ruffelo which accepted the phone without any word and simply exited the office to handle the call.

A professionally manicured hand was lifted and tucked the spray of black strands behind her ear as she listened to Roxanna speak. She accepted the CD without flickering her eyes away from the woman. "They should do nicely. I have play list with me." Purse was openned again as she removed a portable zip drive and offered it to Roxy. "It's very simple classical, we just need them to play quietly in the background till after the meal. After the meal however they can play anything they choose. A little spice would never hurt the wealthy and influential. They need to get there feathers ruffled once in a while." As it was, the more distracting it was to people the easier it would be for people to disappear out of the ballroom and meet up in the rooms located off of it set up for certain business transactions. It was tricky but at present she was not yet on the radar. Most people focused on her father, which was a blessing in disguise.

Removing a check from her purse, she reached up to Tomas as he reached within the fold of his suit to produce a pen. She set the pen to the check and signed it before turning it and sliding it across the desk to Roxy. It was prefilled out. Cash, so there was no need to fill out who it would belong too. It was filled out for 11,853.9 EUR, which was 15,000 dollars converted to US dollars. She didn't say anything and the focus of those hazel eyes stated there would be no discussion. "I do hope that is suitable to cover your fees." It was probably more then needed to be but for last minute hiring the Giovanni Daughter was feeling rewarding. "I would also ask they dress in suits, this is a Black Tie Affair. And please feel free to come yourself." She offered the pen back up to Tomas as he leaned forward to exchange the pen for the invitation. Passing it over Rosalie's shoulder to Roxanna.