Gabriel Robinstein (Gabi in short), daughter of the COE of the publisher house "Dot Stains in Stein", which also produces other media, such as audio publishing and has graphic stations. She is a short woman (157 cm), but rounded in the right places, She thinks herself as a little chubby though, and considered a very attractive woman, even if she is failing to see it herself. She is 31 years old and has tanned skin (bronze) and long black hair (glossy and dark), she has brown eyes, which has dark gray/green marks in brightlight.
Persona: She is shy, and likes to keep to herself, but wouldn't have trouble fighting or screaming even if she is pushed against a corner, but usually a very "yes woman". She has a temper and is stubborn but she fits well in group of friends she is already familiar with.
History: Always been a bit of nerd and Ace top of a class kind of woman, and she always tried to strive for the top. Currently works on the graphic section of her father company as artist and designer under a very stern boss, who nice as a person, but expects a lot from his workers.
Her father always pushes her to look good, but she really just likes it simple, and dressing in normal clothing, which she wouldn't dare to show her father who is very pushing of her.
Likes: food, jewlery, tech stuff, and casual clothing. She also loves sleeping.
She is aware of the writer Richard whom her father refer to as pain in his ass. She once even checked his short stories, which she found to be a bit too scandalizing by their arotic scences and his approach to life and death, but couldn't stop herself from reading, blushing in the process. She failed to see why those book made less success than his bigger vols, which she found to be more plain and simple.
Richard Samuel NUGENT. He is 22 years old, and writes under the name of S L Nugent. He is 177cm tall, of slim build, with sandy hair a neat beard, deep blue eyes.
Persona: Can be quite abrasive. Cynical. Politically way left of centre. Affects not to care about money, but seems to enjoy the finer things of life.
History: shrouded in mystery. Is supposed to have been born in lower class area of London.
Likes: Fast cars (owns a hot VW Gulf GTI) and expensive vodka. Not really a social animal, but polite enough in company, though he does not suffer fools gladly.
Rose to fame with his novel Jests, the story of a manipulative and cynical hypnotist who seduces the US President's wife. Negotiations are under way for this work to become a movie. He followed this up with Everything is almost White, a tale of a fictitious Antarctic explorer based loosely on explorer Ernest Shackleton, which like his first work became a huge best seller. He has just released his third novel Not September, the story of a 17 year old boy and his relationship with a 55 year old woman. This has not been out long enough to tell how well it will sell, but it has attracted much favourable critical reception and a lot of controversy. He also has a book of short stories called Why we Saw, which has not sold as well as his novels.
Emmanuel Robinstein glared across the desk.
"It isn't good enough, Harvey" he growled. "Don't you understand? The press are talking. People are wondering." He heaved a deep sigh. "These days, everyone is in the public eye. Gabi can't be just anonymous. People are wondering why she never dates, why she is never seen in public. It reflects... badly upon us. People are thinking that there is something wrong with my daughter. They wonder why she can't attract a man."
Harvey Cohen looked down at his feet.
"Sir," he said, tentatively, "I don't know that there is anything to be done. If Gabi hasn't been able to find a man to escort her... well, how can we help it. Surely it's her choice, she will find a man n her own time." He might have added and she is a human being, not a commodity or an asset but refrained, having already, he felt, said too much.
"Well, what do I pay you for?" growled Robinstein. "Damn it, man, I hired you to find solutions. This is a vital public relations situation. You are paid to come up with ideas. Ideas, damn you. Well?"
Cohen, knowing his reputation as a "fixer" - and possibly his job as well - were on the line, thought hard and deep.
"I do have one idea, sir," he said, hesitantly.
"Well?" snapped Robinstein. "Out with it!"
"The Englishman, Nugent," babbled Cohen. "A high profile figure. One who has attracted all kind sof controversy. Very much a darling of the alternate culture. and... unattached, I hear. He has had his name linked with a lot of women, but no signs of his forming any kind of relationship. Imagine if he was seen on the arm of your daughter. The press would go crazy."
Robinstein thought for a moment.
'Yes, possibly. But... I mean, Nugent? The man is... half mad."
"All the better," Cohen pointed out,' A human headline indeed. Of course," he added, sadly, "he would have to be persuaded to... to spend time with your daughter."
"Arrange it," said Robinstein, in a manner used to having his commands obeyed.