Move to conference room... :)
 

"Yes and no," Kenrick replied. Because he was difficult. It fuelled him. But... sigh... that probably counted as being unprofessional, and he sort of wanted (needed) to keep his job for as long as possible. But it wasn't like he was going to spill all his knowledge and experiences to this one, slightly-familiar-but-Merlin-only-knew-where-from, bloke.

"It just amazes me that the school remains open, is all. And I'm not the only one." He went to give a knowing sort of nod, when the pain in his head gave another great twinge. Definitely needed to take a potion for that soon. "Just an opinion, of course." Disclaimer, yes. That was important.

Kenrick straighten up a little from the casual stance he'd sort of ended up in. Professionalism at all times, right. "Was there anything else you needed help with?"

Carter watched. The man seemed to by cycling through extreme professionalism and something... less.

It was interesting.

"Of course." he said with a nod. Everyone was entitled to their own opinion. The school having problems just seemed like a common one.

"Nope. That was it. Thanks for the help." That was all he was there for. He then turned and headed for the door.

That was it then? Good. Goooooood. Kenrick gave the other man a curt-but-hopefully-also-sort-of-polite nod. "You're welcome." He thought about adding, Hope to read your opinions soon, or something, but that sounded just far too eager. Instead he just said, "Have a nice day," and watched him go for just a moment as he headed for the door. Mainly hoping it wasn't about to slam shut.

Right then. Headache potion. Then find out where the heck the receptionist was and-... oh. Lunch. Probably at lunch. He should do that too. Kenrick nodded to himself and went back through to the private desks.

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The only problem with waiting to hold a meeting for his staff was that his staff did not yet know who he was, although surely they could have put the pieces together in the last few days. Erik had studied his list of employees extensively, but there is a difference betwixt meeting a person on paper and meeting a person in person. Now was as good a time as any to allow them to meet him too.

Walking as silently and lightly as ever, Erik moved swiftly from his office to reception. "Jorge," he greeted the man resting there. "Good to see you." Naturally Erik threw a handsome smile to the receptionist, but then he returned his focus to Jorge, and held out a hand to him.

"Erik Vinteren, your new Editor. Do you haff a minute?"

His thoughts were interrupted when his name was said. Looking from the window to the man standing now in front of him, Jorge stood to greet the man. He had seen three editors now come into this office. His first leaving on terms that still sat very uneasy with him. He couldn't still recall all that happened that night, but he knew it was bad and what Basil went through might have been worse. Hopefully this guy wouldn't allow that sort of thing to happen again.

Sticking out his hand he gave an actual smile, [b] "Hello sir, good to finally meet you." Did he have a minute, he looked back out the window as if he had somewhere to go, but truthfully the ministry had no good stories and he had no good leads on anything else at the moment. "Sure I have a minute, are you needing some help with something?"

First impression: Good. Jorge was meeting Erik's high expectations. Granted, he had only spoken to the man for...one minute and thirteen seconds, but he knew to call Erik sir. He would get credit for those manners.

Erik shook Jorge's hand firmly and then let him go, moving his hand to rest casually in his trousers' pocket. "I am, yes." How to put this request into words..."I am vishing to host a meeting for our staff, to talk about recent staffing changes, but many are out of vhe office throughout vhe entire day." Jorge knew this. Jorge might even know their schedules. "Can you help me gather everyone into vhe conference room to go over things soon? I can send out an official memo. I am simply...lost as to vhat time would be best."

Please advise, Jorge. Look at how polite, professional, and handsomely dressed Erik Vinteren was. Surely a man of nearly-equal stature would help, even if only to continue to impress his new boss.

A meeting? Well of course he would want a meeting. Jorge shouldn't have been surprised by this, it had just been awhile since they had all been together for something like this. Glancing at the receptionist, she probably had their schedules, didn't she? He wasn't some assistant running around like a puppy dog for anyone. That wasn't how Jorge worked, but he had nothing better to do at the moment.

Truthfully he was going to leave, go home, be with his family, but he could stick around for a meeting. "I'll see what I can do in locating them." He glanced at the time. "Three would probably be good, many would be coming back to work on notes of the day and what not." Where was Tori she was usually bouncing around here with her skirts and red hair. Hmmm, he'd locate her first, she'd like the social part of this task.