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Julia Ulbricht; bureaucrat; neither left nor right

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william--thatcher:

A huff of laughter left his lips at the blunt words. Although judgments passed by others normally rang true in creating a reputation, the bitter sentiment of one perception could completely change the way that person is know. William preferred to judge a person’s character himself. 

“No, no. Go right ahead.” He considered asking for one himself, if only to abate any of the awkwardness that came from performing an activity alone in front of another, but kept silent. There would always be a chance for more death to fill his lungs. “So, should I worry at all about this reputation you possess?” he asked with a teasing tone.

Julia lit the cigarette, inhaling and closing her eyes. She let the smoke escape slowly, breathing out a happy sigh as her whole body relaxed. “My reputation? Oh, well I’m not even sure what it is anymore. Something about bloodlust and ruthlessness, I’m presuming. Well, I’ll be honest, I’m not an angel from the cathedral, but I don’t think I’m too bad. I just do what’s necessary, you see, to survive.” She opened her eyes and flashed a smile at him, shrugging her shoulder. “All the, ah, things you might have heard about me being promiscuous are only true in the barest sense.”

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dominiki-manos:

Dominiki couldn’t help but arch a brow at the woman. She couldn’t remember the last time she had worn heels. Or even dressed up for that matter. It was either scrubs or jeans. “Thank you for the compliment. Perhaps one day I’ll have a reason to own a pair.”

“Oh, dear. Life is a good enough reason to have a nice pair of shoes. Trust me, they’ll change your whole outlook on life. It’ll be good for you, I can tell. Come on, I’ll show you a good place to go.”

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corrupt-carlos:

“Well, I’m fucking her so that explains the special treatment.” Carlos said bluntly.

“Oh, how decent of you. You stick your dick in her and buy her shoes. I’m so terribly jealous.”

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mrglenn-johnson:

”A gal with some fuckin’ confidence. That’s what I like to see.” Glenn took a quick glance to the woman’s shoes. “They look a bit uncomfortable. But nice.”

Julia’s grin increased in size, and she stuck out her foot. “Do you think they’re sexy? I think they’re sexy.”

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melissapieri:

For some reason she couldn’t explain, Melissa had frozen upon hearing Julia’s request. Perhaps it was because the woman was clearly on the intimidating side. But then again, so were most people on Ricardo’s team. Yet another reason why she couldn’t help but miss the days when she still got to work for Juno. Not to mention, in spite of only being a PA, she had never felt like that was all she was. She had felt like she mattered. Here it could occur that people didn’t even recognise her or knew her name, as was the case now. And for some reason, the brunette simply went with it, words spewing out of her mouth before she really had time to process them. “That would be great, thanks. No worries, once will be enough.” She chirped in her typical friendly professional tone, mustering a faux smile. Well, at least she didn’t really know the best place for espresso. Most of the time, she was left to get lattes.

Julia raised her sunglasses to look at the girl, before quirking a smile. “You’re cute. No wonder you work in politics.” Julia waved her hand, grabbing her keys and her bag before turning her back on the girl. She started walking, expecting the girl to follow. “Assistant, right? You look the part. I’m guessing you’re here to claw your way to the top and make the world a better place?” She said the last part with a sarcastic tone, walking quickly. Once they got outside, she huffed a little, pulling her coat tighter around herself. It was cold out and she didn’t feel the need to dally on her way to get an espresso. “Name.” She commanded, looking back at the girl, wanting to know her name.

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hackingmax:

“No I don’t have hair fetish. No good to assume I love body hair. Well, I don’t mind it, buuut,” he shrugged.

Julia laughed, shaking her head. “Thank you for the information, darling, even though I didn’t need it. Care to tell me more about what kinky things you’re into or would you rather we talk about something else?

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@juliaulbricht looooook!

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jackieguetta:

A glance at the woman’s shoes. “Sure.” A shrug. “What do you want me to compliment you on first? That you mastered the art of subtly fishing for compliments or that you’re wearing shoes completely unsuited for the snow?”

Julia grinned even wider, tilting her head to the side. “Oh, either, darling. I want to hear all you’ve got to say about me. I’m sure it’ll be amusing,” she replied, completely unaffected. 

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@melissapieri

“Coffee run, dear.” Julia continued to sift through the papers in front of her, hair creating a curtain between her and the younger woman before her. She didn’t know who this girl was, but she looked like she was probably the help, and that was fine with her. She lifted her head, raising an eyebrow. “When I say that, I mean now. Hell, it’s like there’s never any good help around here. Come, I’ll show you the best place for an espresso, but don’t think I’ll be doing this every time around.”

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william--thatcher:

“Oh, they’re wonderful friends - probably the most loyal you’ll ever find - if you train them right. Of course, others can bite your hand right off.” 

He gave a small nod, conceding to her point. “I suppose that is true, but they also have a way of exaggerating only one aspect of a person. Personally, I’d rather judge someone by the character I learn over that of which I’ve been told.” 

A small chuckle fell from his lips, at least his mother would have been proud to hear his manners had stayed sharp through the years. “Well I hope you haven’t run into too many overly rude people; however, in a city it seems inevitable.” 

Julia tamped down on the smile that threatened to come to her lips. No more. She hated these feelings, this quiet fondness and excitement to meet a new person. It was unbecoming.

“That’s a good philosophy to live by, I suppose. I like to take things with a grain of salt, at that, because people with good reputations tend to actually be shitty people. People with bad reputations are a completely different story.” Julia shrugged, reaching into her purse and pausing, considering if she wanted a cigarette. She almost never asked for permission, but she didn’t want to offend William. Yet. “Alright if I smoke? I’ve had a long day.”

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salvatorerossi:

“You are aware that, had you waited another, maybe, five seconds, in that position then you could have had a cigarette all of your own? Sie sollte mehr Geduld, Liebling.”

“As tempting as that offer may be, the idea of arrest isn’t all too appealing to me right now and so, for fear that may be the outcome of this experience, I’m going to have to politely decline. Make sure to fill me on what it is to a legitimate politician though when next our paths cross.”

“I don’t like bending over with my mouth open for you if you’re going to take too long to put something in it, meine Geliebte.” 

Julia reached into his pocket and pulled out his pack of cigarettes before taking one out and holding it up. “Besides, you know me better than that. When I want something, I just take it. Bye, Sally.”

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william--thatcher:

“I could always get you a puppy,” he suggested in a teasing tone. “but I don’t think there would be need for such commitment. They’re cute from afar when you don’t have to train them and hold all the responsibilities that come with owning a pet.” 

“Reputations can be complete rubbish when you shine a light on them, especially in politics. I’m William. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Julia.” William held a hand out to shake, the habit never dying from his years in the military. 

“Oh, I don’t know about that. My ex husband had a dog. It was... surprisingly nice. But perhaps that was because I didn’t have to take care of it myself.”

Julia was surprised, and she smiled genuinely besides herself. “Well, every reputation has a little bit of truth in it, so I’d be wary. There aren’t many good people left in this place, and I don’t think I know anybody I count among them.” Julia took his hand, shaking it. Big hands, very nice. “Great to meet you, William. At the very least, your manners are refreshing.”

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salvatorerossi:

“Are those brothels not accepting of one with your… condition?” Salvatore mock winced, removing both cigarette and lighter from his pocket before marrying the two together. “It’s understandable, obviously, but you mustn’t fret when there’s people walking around of a slightly worst physical standard who can still find somewhere to go as to pay for their pleasure. Just search a little harder, perhaps? Most people would do anything for a little cash.” 

“Maybe, the publicly voted magazine articles naming me one of the most attractive men of 2015 would probably beg to differ with you there, but maybe. Anyway, the STDs have all been treated and cleared up now so I guess I just have my nipples and my titles. It’s a difficult life.”

Julia rolled her eyes, placing a hand on his chest and grabbing the cigarette from his mouth, putting it between her lips and taking a long drag before holding it up for him to take back. “Thanks for the smoke, Liebling.” She patted his chest and smiled.

She turned on her heels beckoning for him to follow her. “So, would you like to see the world of legitimate politician, or would you rather stay here and fantasize about what it might be like? Because you’re nothing going to know in real life, anyway.”

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william--thatcher:

William tilted his head in slight confusion at the patronizing tone, but the smile stretching across his features never wavered. “Thank you… I think.” 

“Is there no way to make your heart any warmer? It seems awfully uncomfortable to walking around with a cold heart.” 

Julia laughed, turning her head away and sweeping hair behind her ear. “No, not that I know of. Although, I do like puppies, so I’m not completely hopeless, I think.”

She turned back to look at the man. She was surprised she hadn’t seen him around before. She thought she had a firm handle on who was who. “I’m Julia. You might have known that already, since my reputation precedes me, but it’s nice to meet you.”

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salvatorerossi:

“I do appreciate the concern, truly, but this is the part where one must denounce you a liar. I haven’t frequented any such place for months now so, if your story holds any essence of the truth, they must have been discussing a different Salvatore. I understand you must have been fairly close to the door as to hear their conversations though, was the feel of plastic simply not doing it for you anymore?”

“They aren’t nudes, they’re erotic art and to discredit them is simply to show your lack of cultural understanding and awareness; whilst the nipples may remain as hairy as ever, the wine belly that I once possessed is gone - a couple of hours a day at the gym for a few months and I find myself to be pure muscle. I think, personally, it’s what the mass market wants to see.” He paused, hands dipping into pockets and beginning their search for a cigarette. “It might do that, or, alternatively, we could leave our bubble of delusion and see that neither of us have a chance at raising our reputations even slightly when politics is in the state that it currently is. Mine being higher than yours right now, obviously. Möchten Sie eine Zigarette by the way?” 

Julia’s smile didn’t even waver, tilting her head to the side. “Aw, of course not, sweetie. I don’t need to go into those brothels, looking the way I do. I’d come to you for some fun, sometime, if I didn’t know you had a.... problem, with, you know.” She held up her finger, bending it to make it look limp as she pouted.

“You flatter yourself. But I guess art is in the eye of the beholder, right? I mean, people thought van Gogh’s art was ugly before he died and got famous. Maybe the same thing will happen to you!” Sofia scoffed, rolling her eyes. “At least I still have my looks. All you have are hairy nipples and STDs.” Julia leaned forward, locking her eyes with his and opening her mouth for a cigarette, keeping her hands behind her back. “Ja, Liebling. Danke "

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salvatorerossi:

“I associate all sexual experiences with you tesoro but that’s beside the point, you had both expensive salad and expensive wine with your lunch? Was it nice for you to treat yourself a small sample how the other half lives?”

“I have some selfies on my phone actually; they’re a little revealing so you may not want to look if you have no interest in seeing my breasts but I can forward them onto you providing they’re kept from the press until after my book release. Would be embarrassing to have an early leak, unless you were to do it alone and in the comfort of your own home, in which case you would be forgiven and encouraged to call.”

“Oh, Sally, the compliments just keep coming today, don’t they? Lunch was delicious, thanks for asking. Tell me, how did your last STD test go? I passed by the brothel yesterday and heard the ladies all a-titter about what ever it could be. ‘Positive or negative?’ they all said, ‘the fate of our business depends on it! So many girls will have to retire if it’s positive!’. I worry so much about you, dear Sally.”

“Oh nudes? Really? That’s what you’ve stooped down to? You have to be careful, you know. Fall into the wrong hands and everyone will get to see your beer belly and hairy nipples. Do everyone a favor and don’t send those out at all. I don’t think anyone wants to see that.” Julia looked down at her watch and then back at Salvatore. “Well, you can either walk me to my next appointment or leave me alone. Up to you. It might boost your reputation to be seen with me.”

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desiree-thatcher:

“Okay, yeah. They’re pretty fucking nice. Where’d you get them? On second thought, don’t answer that. Lord knows I can’t afford that on my salary.”

Julia tilted her head at the girl. “Oh, honey, no good pair of shoes is ever too expensive. Just find yourself a nice guy with too much cash to buy them for you.”