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maxwell remington ii

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Apr 25 2018, 12:35 AM
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Arrivals to balls such as these were typically more of a big deal because depending on when you arrive...well it dictated on who you were going to be stuck hanging out with/around for much of the evening and the people you were to be associated with. Regardless of his desire to attend or not, Maxwell was practically required to go, and frankly didn’t mind too much due to the fact he enjoyed the attention it gave. Sure, he was arriving at the ball without a date, but this was not something horrendously new: Maxwell Remington II could arrive stag at any event and no one would think nothing else of it. If he did show up with a date? Well that would be an absolutely game changer and that would be a card he would have to put into play at a later time. Not for something like this. Regardless, he stepped out of the car that drove him, fixing his suit jacket as the flashing of cameras had started, and well, he was of course corralled along with the other latest arrivals...aka the people he was going to be spending his evening with, it seemed, and wanted to roll his eyes, but that wouldn’t be too proper, now would it? <p>
”Oh look, princess came solo, big surprise,” he murmured through his teeth as he smiled and posed for the camera, arm wrapping around her waist because that’s the appropriate thing to do when posing for pictures with people, even if you don’t like them. It would make things crazy hilarious for people to make all kinds of rumors go spinning, and well. Maxwell is going to hit two birds with one stone: piss Bella off and get publicity at the same time. Besides, he couldn’t complain he may not particularly be fond of Bella, but at the same time...well she hated him so this was a more fun way to get under her skin, ”Smile for the camera, or else they’re going to highlight your frown lines, princess.”

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Feb 25 2018, 04:43 AM
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Maxwell was taking going from meeting to meeting in stride, even when the winter months grew to be more enticing that he should just stay in his office or off doing whatever he felt like. Winter made it hard to have a schedule and stick to it as it was cold and snowy and transportation was less than reliable, even if you had a driver to take care of that for you. Today was no different as he was in the middle of negotiation of contract extensions which typically went smoothly, but not when multiple parties were meeting at once. He’d been one of the last to leave--wanting to ensure that everything was in order for them to pick it up when the weather improved (the meeting had been cut short much to Max’s chagrin due to inclement weather). <p>
Whilst he texted his driver to come pick him up to take him home, he entered the lobby of the office building and expected to be met with his driver promptly (as if the weather wasn’t already awful--he was a busy man, after all). Maxwell had expected to wait alone, which was never a bother to him, but was pleasantly surprised to see a woman who looked...well she looked incredibly familiar and it took him a few moments to put his finger on where he might have known her--but of course there was still some business negotiations meant to be going on between the companies the two of them had connections to, but more so his father and hers were aligned at some point or other. ”You’re even more beautiful than the pictures I’ve seen,” he greeted, deicing the flattery route was going to be his best option to keep the peace. He was shameless with his flirting, as long as it befit him, especially since the company was now his own to do with as he pleased. ”I’d introduce myself, but I’m sure you already know who I am, so no need to waste time.”


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Maxwell was not someone who typically favored to attend the national art gallery. It really wasn’t his thing, and he found it a bit boring, but it was rude for him to turn down an invitation from Caitlyn Aston, and thus he had no problem going. She was someone who had a great deal of influence over people, and so Maxwell had to oblige, having known her from...ages ago. Thankfully, it was incredibly doubtful that she was going to decide that inviting Lydia would be hilarious, and so upon his arrival he ignored many of the eyes that were on him and pushed through to try to figure out where she was, bumping into someone in the process. Max was about to mumble out a quick apology before realizing he had run into Dora...again and Max found himself rolling his eyes. ”I’m beginning to think you’re trying to run into me on purpose,” he noted, a bit annoyed. <p>

It was around then that he decided to square her up, realizing that she was alone, ”Don’t tell me you’re here at the gallery alone...that would just be...too sad.” However, Max was ignoring the fact that currently he was alone and it would appear that was equally as sad, but at least he had intentions of meeting up with someone, not like Dora here who was clearly not waiting for someone (at least from his brief assessment), and it was much more hilarious for him to think that she was there alone--served her right for being so difficult and annoying all the time.


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It wasn’t likely he was going to turn down an invitation to an extravagant party, especially if someone who has notoriously hosted parties invited Maxwell personally. So here he was, mingling around with everyone he could, unashamedly flaunting how lovely it was to be in London far more consistently now, and how it didn’t matter how fancy this place was with it’s ice swan, Max was consistently unimpressed by the whole endeavor. He was having a fun enough time, although this was rather proper of a party rather than an actual party he was used to, but Max couldn’t complain too much. It was the perfect networking opportunity and frankly, it wasn’t going to hurt his image any to be attendance...it probably helped his image more than anything. <p>

”Excuse me,” he muttered, trying to not sound completely ignored by his own politeness as he bumped into someone whilst avoiding bumping into the table covered in fragile ice sculpture. Max looked up to see who he had bumped into, likely to huff and retort how they needed to get out of his way when instead he found himself glaring even more, ”What a coincidence to run into you of all people,” he retorted dryly, ”I’m surprised to see you’ve moved up from screwing maids to attending dinner parties--tell me, who did you sucker in to bringing you?” Because frankly, Max had to make it his duty to undermine Lydia and warn the poor sap that she was going to take everything from him and then dip out without so much as a goodbye because that was the only obvious response to running into his ex-fiance again.

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Maxwell remington ii or ‘max’ to his closer acquaintances is a rich ceo to remington co after his father passed away. They’re a multi-national company who deals with investments mainly, and has gained such a wealth that they’ve even bailed out countries who’ve needed the assistance, gaining them a far higher position of power. His move to London is fairly recent, a few months ago, but he’s made quite the splash. He’s a known partier, and though he’s a vampire, that doesn’t stop him from having a good time, and he’s been one for the theatrics.

friends: max is someone who has been rich and entitled the entirety of his life, and so he’s usually associated with the rich and powerful, and prefers their company to anyone else, but he doesn’t mind showing off his wealth and power in all kinds of settings. He really can be a friendly guy, and he likes having a blast and hanging out, but you have to get beyond the rich guy exterior...he’s quite a dramatic person, though.<p>

enemies:did i mention he was dramatic? Basically anyone who opposes him, his family, or his company is in his crosshairs, and he has no issues with throwing people under the bus for that, don’t you know he has powerful friends? It could be something minor as if someone could spill a drink on him and he would act as if it they committed an act of war and flip out and publically denounce them. He’s a bit of a drama queen<p>

loves: his ex fiance lydia broke his heart, but their relationship was so up and down and a complete roller coaster that he could only handle hook ups since then...and before then. He really wants to fall in love and open his heart again, but he’s also aware that in the business world, work never sleeps, and he’d be more dedicated to his work than someone else, besides, he’d get bored with such an easy-going relationship...<p>
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