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THe offices of Worthington Inc. may not be extensive, but there is an atmosphere that screams "serious business", from the waiting area to the private offices. Warren himself has recently taken over the corner office formerly belonging to his father, and has likewise inherited his father's secretary, a no-nonsense sort of woman who, thanks to long association with Warren Worthington II, was already in the know about Warren III's unique physical attributes, so takes her duty as the gatekeeper at the door when Warren is in his office very seriously indeed.
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Jean has partially disconnected.
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The invitation came with much surprise, and so much preparation was needed. A nice array of fruits and raw vegetables were put together in a basket like bouquet for a gift and Jean's manner of dress was cleaned up from the usual pair of slacks and a ratty t-shirt to something more 'professional'. A nice black and white dress with a petal neck and low heeled shoes to boot. The arrival to the offices by way of cab has her stepping out to view the large building, her lips slightly curled in an 'eek' fashion, but she presses on inside to reach the floor of where Warren kept his offices. Once she makes it to the reception desk, the basket was carefully placed atop of it, a light smile to the no-nonsense woman as she lets out a slightly relieved breath. "Hi. I'm here to see Mr. Warren!" Overly chipper, she was!
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The secretary smiles politely, but not exactly pleasantly. Her eyes scan disapprovingly over Jean. It's not so much her attire as just the fact that she's young and pretty and here to see Warren. The secretary speaks up, "Mr. Worthington" she puts a slight emphasis on the name, "… ddid not tell me he was expecting anyone. Whom should I say is calling?"
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"Uh.." Jean starts, her fingers lifting to try to fix the stray stands of hair that came from her ponytail. "..Jean?" She sounded so unsure, the woman was intimidating in her own right and she nearly felt the need to just leave the basket and be on her merry way. "I.. I haven't seen him in a very, very long time and I figured if I bring him some fruits and vegetables for christmas he would know that I still care?" Her cheeks were starting to burn a little red, even as she tries to keep a smile upon her face. "Maybe I should just.. put.. you know.. this here and you can tell him to come get it?"
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The dour secretary smiles again, her polite, gracious, but somewhat threatening smile, "Perhaps that would be best…" And then the office door behind her cracks open, and Warren pokes his head out. "Elizabeth, did Mark ever…" and then he sees who is across the desck from his secretary and exclaims, "Jean! You came! It's so good to see you." He looks to his secretary, "Elizabeth, Jean is an old friend, she's on that list I gave you?" The secretary frowns, and looks at the blond man, "Sorry Mr. Worthington. I didn't realie this was… that Jean." Warren smiles and opens the door far enough for Jean to enter, keeping his body mostly behind it, "Come on in, Jean, we can talk in my office."
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Jean was ready to go, it was probably best after all! "Well, okay! Just te-.." And then he's seen! Jean whirls around with a smile, her fingers clasped at her front as she lifts upon the tips of her toes, her head bowing in a greeting that one would give in such a proper setting. In Japan. They were not in Japan.
But their little exchange has her head tossing back and forth, a quiet 'oh', drawing from her lips as she takes the basket from the counter top, immediately following the path towards his office and entering into the door with a huge smile upon her face. Man, it was good to see him! And this office! She had never been here!
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Elizabeth looks thoroughly disapproving as Jean follows Warren into his office and the winged blonde closes the door behind her. The long jacket he usually wears in public hangs beside the door for easy access, but Warren is in just a very specially tailored shirt and tige, which is why he was so carefully keeping behind the door rather than rushing out. The huge feathered wings are on display
As for the office itself, it is the kind of place one would expect for a high powered executive. Furnished in dark, expensive woods, with a large desk and a little bar in the corner of the room. Warren grins, "Jean, it is so good to see you. I'm glad you came buy. It's good to see a friendly face. Elizabeth out there can be a horror, I know. But truth is I think she knows more about running this company than my father did. I'd be pretty lost without her at the moment."
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Jean immediately sets the gift basket of food down upon the nearest table, and with a turn, she immediately rushes towards Warren to gift him with a hug of the ages! Surely even if he didn't want it, he would have gotten it, even if she had to levitate herself from the ground to wrap her arms around his neck. "Oh she was fine!" Jean answers honestly, then presses a quick smooch to his cheek, her feet touching the ground as she dislodges herself from him, her hands stretched out in surprise. "But.. you're doing so well! And this suits you, it really does, Warren." She turns then, examining the office, her fingers soon peeling her nice winter coat from her shoulders. "We've missed you around the mansion. Well, I do. What have you been doing with yourself other than this?"
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Warren returns the hug without shying away. He'd always felt a certain warmth towards Jean, and he's been short on friends lately. Particularly ones who know him fully. He shakes his head, "THis has been pretty much it since my father was killed. No one's particularly happy about a young, unproven upstart taking over the company. And that's without most of them knowing about…" He gestures to his wings. "But… I feel like I can do a lot of good here." He shakes his head, then smiles, "So, what about you?"
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"Well.." Jean starts quietly. "..I think you'll do fine in the long run. You have Elizabeth, and you have us that you can lean on if you need." She turns to look at his wings, a slight little frown given, even gesturing out towards the door where the secretary sits. "Does.. does she know?" But there was nothing to be ashamed about, he looked quite the angel who was sent down to earth. A welcome sight, at least! "Well, I did at least wanted to talk to you about.. some good. I mean, not some good, but all good, you know? As in, I need help? Not so much I need it but.. well, okay. I do need it? But uh.." How in the world was she going to ask! "..I need uh.. is this bad? I am going to ask you for some money. Which is kind of bad and the only thing I've ever brought you were fruits the carrots and stuff."
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Warren looks at Jean and smiles, then says dryly, "Right. Because saving each other's lives a dozen times over doesn't count for anything." He shakes his head, "You and the others… you're what family I've got left now. And unless we're talking the 8 figure range here, I don't think money is an issue. WHat's mine is yours." He pauses, then answers her other question. "And yes, Elizabeth knows. She's been with my father for years. She knows what he knew. SO… The wings the school… but not the X-men."
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"Well.. not in a monetary sense, I don't think it does." Jean fluffs a little, then moves to settle down upon the chair that is provided, one leg crossing over the other as she pulls her dress over her knees. With fingers crossing over it, she does nod, glancing towards the door with a faint smile. "Good. She's probably like your mom in that sense, right?" That.. was awkward. But at least she could be trusted, so that was a relief, one that makes Jean nod her head almost seriously. "Well. A friend of mine, a really, really good friend of mine is stuck in Rio. I think he's hurt. And I want to go get him and at least stay until he's better, but I figure with all that was happening out in the world with.. those things appearing out of no where, we can help there. You know, while we're there. I mean, I just only need enough to get us a place to stay for a while. That's all. Unless, you want to come?"
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Warren grins, "Hey, I could definitely use a little warm weather for a couple of days. ANd I do have a rather nice private jet… even if it's not hte most fun way to fly." He ruffles his wings a little. "But I can definitely get that set up for you, and come down for a couple of days."
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