"Do you mind if I plug this electric incense burner for the night, Ikuno?"
"It should be alright. I don't mind at all."
In a specific dorm room in the Ritto Dormitory, a pair of Uma Musus is preparing to go to sleep. Those are jiro McQueen and her roommate, Ikuno Dictus.
"The prediction said it'll be raining tonight. Have you checked whether you still have so laundry outside?"
"Yes. I have picked everything."
After turning off the light, the 2 Uma Musus tucked themselves under their blankets. They both silently let their minds wander as they wait for the Lady of Sleep to hold them in her arms.
Today's events replay in McQueen's mind. eting her childhood friend, Sunday Silence, after she beca big, sure is sothing. McQueen realized so much earlier in life that Sunday has a few screws loose in the head, so she didn't expect her to be that successful in races.
The crazy Uma Musu was infamous when she ran in the Twinkle Series during her Tracen days. It said that she quickly climbed up the ranks with her gifted body. Her crazy personality makes it hard for her to make friends, which is why McQueen questions Rudolph's intentions of making her a StuCo president. Surely soone else can fill that position so much better than Sunday.
"Haaah…"
That being said, her trainer seems to click extrely well with the crazy Uma. McQueen wonders how Sunday felt when the young man understood her. Hopefully, she doesn't go crazy for him. It's not like McQueen is worried he'll run off with her or anything like that.
"Fuuuh… Dummy…"
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"And because of that, we predict that we might experience a bumpy first quarter, but we should be recouping those losses during our second and third quarters before finally profiting in the fourth quarter."
"I shall make a note of it. If you found any derivation, imdiately inform ."
"Yes, Miss McQueen."
"I believe that is all the information that I need. I will excuse myself. All of you can continue with the eting."
"Yes. Thank you, Miss!"
The light purple-haired woman in a three-piece black suit stands up from her fancy seat and begins to walk away. Following her, a red-haired man in a three-piece suit stands up from his seat and trails her.
The pair exited the eting room and walked down a hallway, the other side of which was clear glass. Looking through said glass, one could see that they are high above ground, approximately 30 floors above the ground level.
"What's the next eting?"
"Team Ariel wants to build a new experintal fishery. They want to farm bluefin tuna inland so we won't be too affected by the governnt's plan to limit the quota."
"Ti?"
"Fourteen sharp. An hour and a half from now."
The pair navigates through the floor until they arrive at a double door. One glance and you would know that the door wasn't created by so random material. It was sculpted from obsidian. Beside the door is a table complete with a seat, a computer, and a golden naplate. The na of 'Igo Heita' is etched onto said naplate.
The man was about to walk to his desk when the woman grabbed him by his hem.
"Co."
"Is there sothing that I can help with?"
Instead of answering the man verbally, the woman only gives her a naughty smile. The man instantly knew what she wanted to do.
"I suggest you spend your free ti studying the presentation material. I shall print it—"
"I already did it last night."
"...Miss McQueen."
"Yes, my secretary?"
"Sigh…"
The man could only sigh in defeat as he followed the woman into her office. The room is grand in all senses of the word. In terms of size and in terms of the items in it. On the opposite side of the door, a grand table with the naplate of 'jiro McQueen' on it.
"This is not how you should run a corporation group."
"I'm sorry, but which one of us is the boss again?"
"Ooh~~ I'm SoRrY~~ PlEaSe DoN't FiRe ~~"
"...You're getting bolder, aren't you?"
The woman sits down in her seat, and her secretary is standing at the opposite side of her table.
"What are you doing there? Co here."
"Sigh… Is there anything I can do to change your mind?"
"No. Co over here."
The man once again resigned his fate and strode to McQueen's side of the table. He stands next to her with a tired-looking face, basically telling McQueen to just get over it. But McQueen is the boss here, she should be the one commanding.
"Beg for it."
"I wonder if the Tokai Group is hiring."
A vein pops on the boss's head the mont her secretary threatens her with his resignation. He knows very well that McQueen wants him to get on his knees and lick her feet, but he also knows what triggers her, and lucky for him, she will never fire him.
"I will chain you to a bed."
*Rustle*
The boss grabbed her secretary by the waist. She unbuckles his belt, then pulls it violently so the young man spins around. He spins and spins until he falls on all four.
"Be gentle, will ya?"
"You damn sure know what you brought up when you threatened ."
They both know that McQueen would absolutely never let him go. The man could hide in the deepest part of the Mariana Trench, and McQueen would still find a way to bring him to her arms. There's nowhere he can hide that is outside of McQueen's area of influence.
But they both know the only weakness McQueen had, which is her love for him. McQueen doesn't want him to leave, but if that's what he wanted, then she could only bite her lips and accept it. She is not happy. She will be furious. But she could only grit her teeth and watch over him.
This weakness is the reason for McQueen's anger. She doesn't appreciate when her weakness is being laughed at. She is the one who should be toying with others, not the other way around.
"Sit on the table, now."
The man knows not to tease her much further or run the risk of her crying. He can't have that when there's a eting just around the corner. Fixing her makeup will take hours.
"Spread your legs."
"Can we not? Seriously. An important eting is right in front of us."
"And whose fault do you think this is?"
McQueen quickly stood up and grabbed the man's shoulders. She then uses her Uma Musu strength to push him down onto the table. She pinned him down using one arm while the other grabbed her phone and dialed a number.
*Click*
"Good afternoon, Miss McQueen. How may I help you?"
"Attend the eting with team Ariel. I'll co late."
"As you wish. Do enjoy your al, Miss."
"I will."
*Click*
"Sigh… Don't you think you get riled up too easily?"
"You damn sure know that you're the only one that can make like this."
McQueen's fingers zip down his pants, and pull it down. Her hand moved to his thighs and let the fingers dig into his succulent at while the other pull of her tie.
"Toying with my heart. Laughing and spitting at ."
"I didn't do one of those."
"You know what you bring out once you utter those words. Beg for forgiveness now because I won't listen."
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