Future Alternatives [Invite]
Posted: 03 Mar 2018, 13:08
Hosting both businesses in the same office space simplified matters. There remained a lot to do in terms of fittings and decorations however. There lacked a sense of permanence throughout the space that was beginning to bother Mackenzie. She had established both business ventures with goals in mind, and with them now eclipsed, she felt the need to embed that success physically into the office space.
The open plan floor was skeletal in its furnishings, the administrative and technological frame the only two aspects that were in place. She built this place from the inside out, ensuring the foundations provide the stability needed to build upon them. The floorboards had been replaced, the optical fibre beneath them reaching every corner of the office space. Everything about the place was an ode to order, functionality, and minimalism.
A few of her employees had personalised their desks, but aside from the large windows and high ceiling, there was nothing inviting about the industrial-like setting. The office lacked warmth and personality, and Mackenzie believed it was time for things to change.
Stepping out of her office with a hefty catalogue in hand, the blood thief glanced across the near-empty room. It was early enough that she knew better than to expect everyone be here, but there was someone who was becoming a permanent fixture.
Seated at her desk, clearly engaged in any of the numerous coding projects the company had taken on, Craven seemed unfazed by her boss’ emergence. Just as well, for Mackenzie was scrupulous in her hiring, refusing to employ any whose productivity was dependent on her presence or lack-thereof. Her business model was simple: meet deadlines and exceed standards. The rest was up to her employees. Whatever kindled their creativity and spurred productivity, was allowed, within reason. The only limitation? No work was to be taken outside the office, the protections in place coded by theirs truly and an insurance that their clients could trust them with sensitive information.
The matter at hand, or rather, the problem at hand, required all the attention it could get. It wasn’t that Mackenzie particularly valued Craven’s opinion over her own, but that she hoped the young woman might shed a different perspective on this whole…designing thing. Cosimo might have been a better candidate given his Italian flair, but the person who spent the most time in this place, after Mackenzie, was Craven. If there was someone who could appreciate her need to marry functionality and aesthetic, it was her talented graphic designer.
Wheeling a chair over, Mackenzie sat herself at the far end of Craven’s desk, plopping the catalogue down. At a closer look, there were many bits of paper and coloured markers spaced throughout the thousand or so pages. Sometimes too many choices was worse than not enough.
“Give this a look and tell me what you think, will ya?”
Leaning back into the chair, the blood thief cast a glance towards the double-doors. Her brow furrowed, expression thoughtful. It was still early — a glance to her watch confirmed it — but she wondered if it was late enough that sticking around to catch him on his way in was worth the wait. “Any idea when Adley’s coming in?”
The open plan floor was skeletal in its furnishings, the administrative and technological frame the only two aspects that were in place. She built this place from the inside out, ensuring the foundations provide the stability needed to build upon them. The floorboards had been replaced, the optical fibre beneath them reaching every corner of the office space. Everything about the place was an ode to order, functionality, and minimalism.
A few of her employees had personalised their desks, but aside from the large windows and high ceiling, there was nothing inviting about the industrial-like setting. The office lacked warmth and personality, and Mackenzie believed it was time for things to change.
Stepping out of her office with a hefty catalogue in hand, the blood thief glanced across the near-empty room. It was early enough that she knew better than to expect everyone be here, but there was someone who was becoming a permanent fixture.
Seated at her desk, clearly engaged in any of the numerous coding projects the company had taken on, Craven seemed unfazed by her boss’ emergence. Just as well, for Mackenzie was scrupulous in her hiring, refusing to employ any whose productivity was dependent on her presence or lack-thereof. Her business model was simple: meet deadlines and exceed standards. The rest was up to her employees. Whatever kindled their creativity and spurred productivity, was allowed, within reason. The only limitation? No work was to be taken outside the office, the protections in place coded by theirs truly and an insurance that their clients could trust them with sensitive information.
The matter at hand, or rather, the problem at hand, required all the attention it could get. It wasn’t that Mackenzie particularly valued Craven’s opinion over her own, but that she hoped the young woman might shed a different perspective on this whole…designing thing. Cosimo might have been a better candidate given his Italian flair, but the person who spent the most time in this place, after Mackenzie, was Craven. If there was someone who could appreciate her need to marry functionality and aesthetic, it was her talented graphic designer.
Wheeling a chair over, Mackenzie sat herself at the far end of Craven’s desk, plopping the catalogue down. At a closer look, there were many bits of paper and coloured markers spaced throughout the thousand or so pages. Sometimes too many choices was worse than not enough.
“Give this a look and tell me what you think, will ya?”
Leaning back into the chair, the blood thief cast a glance towards the double-doors. Her brow furrowed, expression thoughtful. It was still early — a glance to her watch confirmed it — but she wondered if it was late enough that sticking around to catch him on his way in was worth the wait. “Any idea when Adley’s coming in?”