FallenSaint
Really Really Experienced
Sydney Marks
The Engine Block of floor nine was a rough place. Most of the men and women around her were big, muscular workers who were used to keeping the engines running and making sure repair orders were done on other sections of the ship. They were used to getting their hands dirty. There were many more men than women and a few gave the young woman appreciative whistles or cat calls as she passed. When she ignored then, most just smirked. Fresh meat was always fun to play with. They rarely kept that snooty attitude long.
When she entered the office, the first thing she noticed was that it was just as hot in there as it was out on the floor where the men and women were going about their work. Behind a desk that looked too small for him sat a bull of a man. The desk had two large stacks of pages, one actually sitting in a box labeled "IN" and the other next to the box, but clearly unable to sit inside it as well since it would topple over. He was growling in frustration as he signed a finished work order and then slammed the page into a bin labeled "Out." He glanced up when she came in and gave a grunt of acknowledgement, but didn't say a word as he started working on another page.
Looking at the man, she would notice that his arms were ripped with muscles and that tattoos showed from under his short sleeves. She would know that this man, her new boss, was Cedric "Cabal" Gladstone. He was called "Cabal" because he ran his men like crime lord. He was known to have actually beaten a few of the men for disrespecting him. Most of the workers under him feared him. But they all respected him. He could be harsh, but he was fair. You hold up your end and don't be a dick, and you won't have a problem with him. But he wasn't one for whiners or lazy sons of bitches who dumped their workloads on others. He didn't have an open door policy either. If you had a problem, you handled it. If you came to him, it better be for a damn good reason. In his opinion, gender didn't matter. If you were strong and bad enough to work in the Engine Block, then you better be ready to keep your shit together and work your ass off.
The Engine Block of floor nine was a rough place. Most of the men and women around her were big, muscular workers who were used to keeping the engines running and making sure repair orders were done on other sections of the ship. They were used to getting their hands dirty. There were many more men than women and a few gave the young woman appreciative whistles or cat calls as she passed. When she ignored then, most just smirked. Fresh meat was always fun to play with. They rarely kept that snooty attitude long.
When she entered the office, the first thing she noticed was that it was just as hot in there as it was out on the floor where the men and women were going about their work. Behind a desk that looked too small for him sat a bull of a man. The desk had two large stacks of pages, one actually sitting in a box labeled "IN" and the other next to the box, but clearly unable to sit inside it as well since it would topple over. He was growling in frustration as he signed a finished work order and then slammed the page into a bin labeled "Out." He glanced up when she came in and gave a grunt of acknowledgement, but didn't say a word as he started working on another page.
Looking at the man, she would notice that his arms were ripped with muscles and that tattoos showed from under his short sleeves. She would know that this man, her new boss, was Cedric "Cabal" Gladstone. He was called "Cabal" because he ran his men like crime lord. He was known to have actually beaten a few of the men for disrespecting him. Most of the workers under him feared him. But they all respected him. He could be harsh, but he was fair. You hold up your end and don't be a dick, and you won't have a problem with him. But he wasn't one for whiners or lazy sons of bitches who dumped their workloads on others. He didn't have an open door policy either. If you had a problem, you handled it. If you came to him, it better be for a damn good reason. In his opinion, gender didn't matter. If you were strong and bad enough to work in the Engine Block, then you better be ready to keep your shit together and work your ass off.