Prevarications (Rome + Mama Greece)

Rome reclined in his chair. His comfy office chair, with his feet propped up on his large mahogany desk.

He hadn't expected to be here as a school principal - he had always viewed himself as a succesful business man, or perhaps running a pastry shop.

But no, a career helping others seemed to call to him, and through some twists of fate (or manipulation) he managed to become principal of this school.

Not that he hadn't his speculations on the side...

He was in fact waiting for the school counselor to come see him.

She was a recent hire, but from her CV, and how she comported herself... he felt she was the right person for the job.

He had called her in for a 'review', but mainly a way to get to know her better. With the beginning of the school year he had been run off his feet, and now with some 'spare' time, he wanted to give his counselor some attention.

It didn't hurt that she was rather attractive as well.

Hearing a knock on the door, he adjusted his tie, but didn't bother to set his feet on the ground. No need to look so professional when it was staff. His impeccably pressed suit pants were slightly wrinkled due to the position, but his cream dress shirt seemed to be more interested in showing off his manly assets.
Not that he noticed of course.

"Come in."


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I think I just killed myself by the phrase 'manly assets'

Helena was a little surprised that the principal needed to see her. While she felt that she was doing well at her job and that things between the students and herself were going alright, she wondered if any of the students complained to the principal, claiming she was unfair, which in truth, she felt she wasn't.

She let out a quiet sigh as many scenarios between her and the princial ran through her head.

Even ones that didn't involve talking and many other...interesting events...

Helena mentally growled at herself, thinking, No, don't think those things. He's your bss and it would be unporfessional to have a personal relationship with him, no matter how handsome he may be.

The brown haired woman calmed herself, smoothing out her white dress shirt and black knee high skirt with her hands before knocking on the door. She waited until he heard his voice form the other side of the door before opening it, stepping into her boss' office, and closing the swinging piece of wood behind her.

She walked a little more into the room, her black two inch heeled shoes making no noise against the carpet before standing about 3 feet away from his desk.

It was then Helena spoke softly to the principal.

"Hello, Mr. Vargas. What is it that you need to talk to me about?"

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LOL XDD

His eyes appraised her outfit, a quick drift appreciating her form. It wasn't the type of lecherous look that would make him get smacked - no. Just a fast appraisal. For the rest of the conversation, he kept his eyes firmly planted on her face.

Smoothly he slid his legs off the table, shifting and sitting up properly.

"Please take a seat, no need to stand on occassion."

Unconsciously he ran his hand through his hair, attempting to make his bad hair day work for him.

"I've called you here to see how you're doing in your new position, have there been any problems?"

Helena sat in the seat in next to her and faced the principal. She let her eyes quickly scan over him before staring him straight in the eyes. If she wanted to have a good observation of him, she'd wait for a better time.

When he finished his question, she responded softly with a small smile, "My job as the counselor is going well. There haven't been any problems that have been real serious so far. I enjoy helping out the students when they need it."

"Really? No students concerning you at this time?" he leant forward, his air like that of an old Italian woman after the morning gossip.

With equal fervour he whispered, "No closet cases yet?"

Helena thought about that for a bit and shook her head.

"None of the students that I've met have met aren't concerning me. As for closet cases, I've heard about Ivan Braginski, who's a bit anti-social, but he's a good student in his classes. And for any other "closet cases", I'm not very sure."

He sat back looking slightly disappointed at the news, "So overall your job is very dull?"

Helena laughed softly at his response. It was rather amusing to see the principal beg for gossip like a dog wanting a juicy bone. When she finished laughing, she looked at Caesar with a twinkle in her eyes.

"For you, it may be dull, but I don't mind. Besides, I usually take walks around the school when I do get bored."

"Oh gods," he groaned, "don't get started on walks. I usually end up scooped up into some classroom, or resolving a dispute that no one else is around to do. Or some kid attempts to prank me... or my short term memory fails and I attempt to pry the librarian out of the library. I'm suprised I still have all my limbs. Sometimes I wonder why I hired the man - it's like dealing with a caged lion..."

Here he paused, and gave a wink, "But I do suppose he does have his good points."

Helena continued to smile and held back her laughter at what the principal had to go through. She could udnerstand he was a little annoyed with what happened to him, but it was still funny.

When talk about the librarian and gave her a wink, she chuckled.

"Mr. Aldrick is who he is. I've talked to him briefly, but I leave him be so he can enjoy his solitude."

"He certainly is who he is..." Rome paused, "At least the kids don't steal the library materials anymore. However I guess I do take pleasure in disturbing him from his library nest."He grinned slightly at the thought of the man's irritated expression.

"Guess it's a good thing we have such an accomodating counselor like you hm? I mean after being traumatized by our librarian."

Helena chuckled again.

"It's because I'm polite when it comes to people's personal spaces...unless of course, I need to invade their little bubble to get their attention."

Helena smiled a little more before asking, "So, besides for being annoyed by students and staff, are you enjoying your job?"

"Hmm enjoying my job, is that a requirement?" he smiled as he said this, "I do enjoy it... it wasn't really my first choice in a career, but I get that out of my system on the side with my stocks."

"It's not a requirement, but it's ncie to find a job that you're good at and one you enjoy," Helena replied with a grin.

As she listened to him, she could see a man like him makign risks. Looks like he didn't mind doing so with money.

When he finished talking, she asked, "What was your first choice job?"

"First job choice was obviously to be a millionaire," he joked, "But then I realized that office work in those tall buildings bored me to death, so I decided to go a different path."

This wasn't entirely true, there had been a bit of a situation where he had to apply and upgrade into a career that provided cash as fast as possible...

Life intrusions so to say. But he didn't need to bring that topic up, not with someone who didn't know him so well.

He decided to change the topic, "So, as far as I understand... your son is enrolled here?"

Helena chuckled a little at his joke. She knew for herself that she was good with desk jobs and she didn't mind them so long as she could have a break once in a while.

When her son was asked about, she smiled warmly.

"Yes, my son comes here. I leave him be, though, unless he comes to me. I'm here to do my job as a counselor, even though my job as a mother is for life."

"You must be proud of him, he doesn't seem to get into too much trouble.. unlike me when I was younger." he said his mind whirring into action, "Though it shouldn't be too hard what with your husband helping out and all."

And no need to bring up his own kids. That was something he kept on the downlow so to say.

Helena smiles.

"He's a good student, though he sleeps a lot in his classes. I'm trying to get him out of that habit, so it won't affect him when and if he decides to go to college."

Helena's smile faded as he talked about her husband. Or really, her ex-husband.

"I'm a single parent, Mr. Vargas. I've raised my son on my own because my bastard of a ex-husband is a rotten man who cheated on me even when my son was part of the family already. He may pay child support, but he hardly ever sees my son when he should."

"Oh I'm sorry for bringing up such a touchy subject," came the apology - Rome wasn't sure if he actually was sorry or not. He felt sort of glad she was single. "I can see how much that man has affected you... I don't want to spew out stupid advice at you of course, but I feel I must say, I've learnt that in life, you can't let your heart be taken by hatred towards somebody - it not only affects you but those who you care for the most. But feel free to disregard that, I may be over stepping."

Helena's smile appeared again on her face.

"You're not over-stepping, Mr. Vargas. You have a valid point. I may think of him as an ass for having cheated his son of a life with his father and for cheating on me, but I remember that the life I have now and who I am is someone that's independent, strong, and remain there for those who need me," she replied softly.

"Ahah I can be a bit of an interfereing bastard at times, so feel free to tell me off if I ever get too much into your business," he pleasently responded feeling as if he may have just dodged a bullet. "Perhaps that's why I became a principal?? So I could interfere in the lives of future adults?"

Helena laughed aloud at what he thought was his reason for being a principal. When she stopped laughing, her smile was bright and her eyes shined with humor.

"Nah, you probably became a principal to probably say to everyone "I am your master, bow down before me!"'

She then shrugged her shoulders, the smile and laughter in her eyes still on her face.

"That's my opinion, though."

"Oh dear, I think you're getting to know me too well," Rome said with a twinkle in his eye, "It's been years since anyone has ever taken me seriously though - I usually end up getting disobeyed, so I believe I've taken the wrong track in life... perhaps I should reconsider a career as a gigalo? Or the mafia?? Be a sort of Godfather?"

Here Rome changed his posture, and steepled his fingers,then he said in a rather rough voice "You see... there's some urgent business that need's to be taken care of. Some sleeping kid keeps interfering with my child's education, and he needs to be dealt with... yes... you know what I mean. Caffiene."

"I'm a counselor for a reason. I'm supposed to understand people," Helena replied.

She continued to listen to him as he talked. When his body language completely changed, she was a little taken back until he spoke. When he finished, she remained silent before covering her hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter. However, her eyes continued to show the laughter she had.

When she calmed herself enough, she replied, with a mischievious grin, "Not a bad act. Even with the last line giving away the joke."

"There's a reason why I never became a great actor," Rome replied jovially, "And yes, I suppose your understanding is part of the reason why I thought you'd make a good counselor."

He reached out for some papers, and quickly skimmed over them, before stating, "I suppose that's all I really asked you here for, a quick update so to say."

Glancing over to her, he added on with a slight smile, "I think I should let you go before you burst with laughter."