Another day, another dollar, { Ozzie

[Olivia Meyers]

When her alarm went off that morning, Liv was so not happy to hear it. She had gone out the night before with Mikah since she had been going crazy, but she hadn't really thought through the whole painful hangover and having to work thing. It took a few minutes to find the painfully loud alarm clock but once she did, she managed to get it turned off. After a few minutes of lying there and praying that the pounding in her head would just go away, Liv eventually pulled herself out of bed and made her way towards her bathroom. She popped a few advil hopping that they would kick in rather quickly before getting ready for her day at work. She was so not looking forward to putting up with Ramsey and whatever crap he decided to throw her way. Granted, he wasn't as bad as she had heard prior to taking the job but she wasn't exactly one hundred percent at the moment. Hell, he probably still didn't even remember her name but that didn't really bug her all that much.

After spending the necessary amount of time in the bathroom brushing her teeth, doing her hair, trying not to pass out or throw up, you know... the usual. She pulled out a deep purple silk blouse, a charcoal grey pencil skirt that had a slit in the back, sheer black hose, and a black garters to hold them in place. They were probably some of the most professional clothes that she owned, even if the slit did give some flashes of skin and she left the top few buttons undone. She figured that since Ozzie was a bit of a pig though he wouldn't mind.

She sighed slightly since the advil had definitely not kicked in yet and it seemed that she was going to be reduced to wearing her glasses instead of he contacts. She hated wearing her glasses... Granted she looked pretty damn good in them but still, that wasn't the point. She took one last look at her appearance in the mirror and frowned slightly. Well, it would just have to do...

With that, she made her way to the Thompson Press building and headed up to Ozzie's office. She would have loved to go get coffee at Starbucks or something prior to heading in but she was already running late enough as it was. She would just have to deal with the stuff in the cafeteria later. When she entered the office, she dropped her purse on her desk and glanced through the door that led from the front part of the office into Ozzie's space. Thankfully he hadn't shown up yet, which meant that she wasn't too awfully late. She set about filing some of the things that she hadn't quite gotten to before leaving work the previous day, which of course put her back to the front door to the office.

[Ozzie Ramsey]

The middle aged man struggled to blink as is the yellow crust of sleep broke from their weld on his eye lids. He grimaced and lifted his head as a long drip of spit stretched from the tightly woven gray carpet of his office to the corner of his mouth. The man groaned and wiped the saliva with the back of his hand.

Oswald Ramsey, President and majority share owner of Thompson Press Holdings, was a tall moderately handsome middle aged man that commanded respect from every employee he owned... er employed; Even when he had passed out behind his desk earlier that morning from a scotch coma. Dressed in a dark burgundy silk shirt and slate colored slacks, Ozzie pushed himself off the ground and onto his knees where he pounded his left fist and right arm on his mahogany desk for support.

Ozzie squinted as the light from the surrounding windows blinded him and added to his brain crushing headache. He gurgled slightly as he saw his attractive personal assistant, on the other side of of the glass at her desk, sit down. "You're late!" He yelled, not really knowing if she was; he hadn't seen a clock, but even had she been on time he would have still yelled it out. "Coffee!" he yelled and pushed himself up to his feet.

Ozzie leaned on his knuckles as he blinked a few more times and quickly whipped his neck from side to side, making a loud cracking noise. He moaned out loud as the feeling of his neck cracking felt both horrible and wonderful at the same time. "Now!"

[Olivia Meyers]

Olivia had barely managed to sit down in her chair when she heard her boss bellowing from his office and demanding coffee. Since she had not been expecting it at all, the sudden noise of course caused her to jump slightly. She grimaced slightly when the sudden movement sent a sudden jolt of pain through her head, reminding her once again that her hangover had yet to go away. Once she recovered from that little bit of pain, she frowned slightly.

She knew she had checked in his office to see if he was there yet and hadn't seen him so that could only mean that he was on the floor somewhere. Judging from that and the fact that he sounded even worse than she felt, she could only assume that Ozzie was in the same general state that she was that morning. She didn't even bother answering his bellow though with words. She simply adjusted her glasses slightly, rolled her eyes, and stood from her chair before heading out of the office to the closest coffee pot. She was making her way back into his office in a matter of minutes and placing his coffee on the desk in front of him.

"Morning Mr. Ramsey," she said with a smile that didn't even remotely reach her eyes, though it probably wouldn't have even if she didn't feel awful at the moment. She had no doubt that the man still hadn't even bothered to learn her name even though she had worked for him for a couple of weeks now. Not to mention the fact that she had grown up with his daughter... It didn't really make a difference to her though. She could take whatever he decided to give her and give it back to him in a way that she could maybe avoid being fired. She wasn't about to just sit there and take his crap with a smile, though she wasn't really sure if he had figured that out yet.

"Is there anything else I can get for you?" she asked as she leaned down slightly to fix her shoe since it was sitting a little weird on her foot at the moment. The movement of course made her skirt raise up a little higher and revealed that she was in fact wearing hose with garters instead of just plain pantyhose. Though for once, she was completely unaware of what that little movement had done.

[Ozzie Ramsey]

The middle aged man smirked as she bent down to fix whatever it was that she was fixing. Normally, he would have given her a little goose or spank, but it was still early and right now; his groggy disposition only allowed him to look and admire. His new Personal Assistant, whatever he name was, was a very beautiful young woman; and in the past few weeks that she had been under his employment she had probably experienced more sexual embarrassment than she had her entire life.

Oswald looked down at the coffee that had been set on his desk and glared at it slightly. It was probably fresh, made just that morning, and the cup was probably clean, but that didn't usually mean much to the overly germophobic President. "Did you wash your hands?" She asked as he dug into his pockets for some hand sanitizer. He tossed it over to her. "Use this and get me another cup."

Ozzie stretched and looked out the window to the other not so attractive secretaries that came in and dropped things off on his PA's desk and made a disgusted look. His eyes twitched back towards his assistant and glared. "You look like shit. What's wrong with you? Staying out late? Whoring it up at some bar?"

[Olivia Meyers]

Olivia straightened up once she finished fixing her shoe and looked at her boss. You would think that she would be used to his crazy tendencies since she had already worked with him for a few weeks now, but when he asked her if she washed her hands she had the urge to glare at the man, which she managed to resist somehow. She wasn't even going to bother responding to that question though since it wouldn't even really do any good. She used the hand sanitizer that he threw at her before picking up the cup.

Before she could even make it out of the office to get another cup, the man felt the need to comment on her appearance. Sure she knew that she looked a little bit hungover, but she still made sure that she looked at least halfway decent that day so she knew she didn't look like shit as he had put it. "Oh and you just look amazing this morning," she replied sarcastically before continuing. "Not that what I do on my own time is any of your business but I went out with your daughter last night to get caught up so unless you consider that 'whoring it up' as you put it, then no I wasn't."

Liv didn't even bother waiting for a response though before she headed out of the office and back to where the coffee pot was. She thought about actually getting him a new cup of coffee, but instead she simply poured the old one into a new cup since he couldn't see her at the moment anyways. She took her time doing it too before heading back to his office and putting the cup on his desk once again.

[Ozzie Ramsey]

Before Ozzie could give her any smart retort, his personal assistant left. He looked into the window behind him and blinked his eyes a few times at the brightness of the son before he could focus in on his reflection. His suit was a severely wrinkled from his night spent on his office floor. Usually he wasn't so embarrassed to wear something he had worn the day before, but when it was wrinkled to this degree he was going to need a back up set of clothing.

When Ozzie saw that his PA was back he looked at the coffee cup, and glared at her not really trusting her. Ozzie slowly picked up the cup and brought it up to his lips as the same speed. He kept his eyes on hers as he took a sip of the black coffee, then grimaced at it's taste. He really disliked black coffee. "Sugar? Cream? Have we not heard of these things?"

He paused for a moment then thought of the comment that she had made about his daughter. He was quite protective of her, secretly, but publicly he was still an asshole. "Oh, god, with my daughter; I'm surprised you weren't prostituting yourself on the street."

[Olivia Meyers]

Olivia had to work really hard to keep from rolling her eyes when he complained about the fact that she hadn't put any sugar or cream in it yet. Typically she was good at remembering stuff like that so her hangover must be a bit worse than she had thought. Instead of going to get some though she just made a slightly smart comment. "What you mean you actually trust the creamer that is in the pantry? I mean people touch that. I'm surprised you don't have your secret stash of cream and sugar somewhere."

She really wasn't all that surprised at his comment about his daughter though. He was an ass and she had always known that since she had known Mikah for a while. It wasn't like that father and daughter were really all that close. At least her father took some interest in her life unlike Ozzie did with his daughter. Granted, it was interest that she didn't really want but what could you do?

[Ozzie Ramsey]

All Ozzie could do was glare at his personal assistant as she remarked about the amount of germs in the communal creamer. He hadn't really thought about it; which was odd for him. He must have just been a little too distracted by her high skirt slit and stockings. "Well, next time you'll know to have some stored in your desk, won't you?"

Oswald sat down at his desk and leaned back in his comfortable leather chair. It seemed as if he really had tried to make it to the comfortable piece of furniture, but with the bump he was feeling on his forehead, he assumed he had probably fallen and knocked himself out. He took a drink out of his horrid black coffee and scrunched his nose, then flashed his eyes over to his assistant. His expression suddenly turned to one of annoyance. "So... are you going to actually do your job and tell me what's on my schedule and any messages I might have or are you just going to strip for me like a good little PA."

[Olivia Meyers]

Olivia couldn't help the little smile that played at the corners of her lips when she seemed to win that round. It really hadn't even occurred to her new boss that there might be germs in the creamer and that just made it that much sweeter that she had. She tried to keep it just a little smirk as opposed to a full-blown smile. "I'll make sure to pick some up for you later today," she replied sweetly, though she would much rather not even have to bother with the forced sweetness.

A few seconds after Ozzie's look turned to annoyance, hers followed. But that was sort of to be expected when someone was sexually harassing you. Though, she's gotten worse comments in her life. "Though it is really hard to resist that offer after calling me a whore earlier, I think I will have to pass on the stripping. As for your schedule today, you have a lunch with the editor-in-chief scheduled for twelve-thirty at Frankie & Johnnie's and then a meeting with the charity for the gala coming up. Past that you're pretty much free."

As she spoke, she leaned against his desk, sitting on the edge of it slightly hoping that it would bug him. That and she knew that it would make her skirt shift up her leg a little bit. She knew he was a pig and she didn't mind showing a little skin if it distracted him from any not-so-nice comments that she let slip.

[Ozzie Ramsey]

Ozzie slowly nodded his head down to look at her long legs and bottom that had just parked onto his desk. Part of him enjoyed the view, the other part of him wanted to shiver at the idea of her behind being on his table surface. He ignored the germ factor and glared slightly, still staring down at her legs, but not thinking anything even halfway sexual to her.

"Oh, do I have to?" He whined to the charity meeting, not to the meal with his colleague. Surprisingly enough, Harry was one of the only people he could stand long enough to have a friendship with. "Charities are always so... oh look at me we're helping people..." He grumbled and rolled his eyes. "Annoying sons of bitches," he finished with a mumble under his breath.

Ozzie took a sip of his coffee and sat silent for a moment before realizing that he could skip it... or send someone else to the meeting instead... or just not send anyone at all and piss them off intentionally... Hell, what was the difference? It was the paper raising money for the charity, not the other way around. He grinned to himself before shaking his head as if to come out of his own thoughts.

"Is that all?"