He scoffs incredulously. “Trouble, me? Those two words have absolutely no business sharing the same sentence, my dear! I’m doing perfectly fine. A small amount of stress from work, I suppose, but that’s not out of the ordinary.” The blonde folds his hands in his lap delicately as he listens to his cousin speak, nodding at different intervals throughout her dialogue. Of course being the Mayor was a challenging task, he expected no less, really. But he was delighted to see that Electra was handling herself well in spite of that. Not that he was surprised– she had always been one of the more responsible members of the family, after all.
“Oh, well that is a relief.” He says, letting out a small exhale to emphasize the statement. “And the Spa is doing rather well, as are my other businesses! Business has been booming as of late, which has also been putting a lot on my plate. I believe I may have to make a bid for more employees soon, to keep up with the large demand.” The heir chuckles lightly, directing a small, charming smile at her. “And you, my dear Electra? As I understand it, you have a few other jobs you work, along with being mayor. How do you juggle all of that, I wonder?”
He then takes on a thoughtful expression, this question having been on his mind for quite a while now. “And for what reason? Your position as Mayor should pay fairly well, so it’s not as if you are in a great need of money… in addition to that, you do have the family funds to fall back on if you ever find that you are…”
“How dare I have the audacity to mention those two words side by side! Silly, silly me. ♪” She comically smirked. “I’m glad to hear that. Doctors have always said that a small amount of stress is healthy, so I would be concerned if you said the contrary. Though, wouldn’t we all love to not be stressed at all?” The purplette descended into her seat, gesturing an open palm as if another individual was standing before them to use as an example. Sighing relief from easing the pressure off her feet, which were ever so slightly sore from walking up several sets of stairs and all around the town hall, in heels nonetheless, she propped her forearms along the border of her desk so that her elbows remained off. Intertwining her fingers with one another, she maintained level with his eyes, and presented an authentic smile as she listened to the man speak. Oh, how she had missed her cousin, though they live within proximity of each other.
“That’s great! And so I have heard,” she nodded affirmatively to the boost in business, “which brings me joy to see that our economy continues to flourish. And to hear it personally from a business owner, and my dear cousin, lets me know that I am doing my job well. Besides, I have no doubt that you will find more potential employees willing to work with you. As our city grows, so does our workforce.” It was rather difficult to detain her from talking so officially about work once the topic has arisen, so she hoped that he wasn’t bothered by it or felt depersonalized by it, for that was opposite of her intentions. “I am perfectly fine as well,” she responded, “a little stressed, but that is to be expected.” However, the sincerity of her simper began to falter as he questioned the reasoning behind her working class status -- comparable to their family name as upper class.
Goddess, she didn’t want to be placed in another situation where she had to lie in order to spare his humiliation -- and hers. Her eyes fell astray for a moment in thought, considering the possibility of telling him the truth and hoping for the best. Yet, not one person in her extended family knew of this -- not even Porcoline, who was arguably the most understanding out of the entire family. “I...” She started, piecing together her defense.
“Max,” she tilted her head, “... I understand that it is unconventional to be working three other jobs and being Mayor, but the truth is that I genuinely enjoy working! I believe it is a part of my duty as an individual to contribute back to the community. Also, I simply like to keep busy and always be doing something so I don’t become bored!” Electra abruptly rose from her seat, preventing herself from over-zealousness in an attempt to conceal the truth she had long been hiding. “Would you like a beverage? It isn’t like me not to ask, please pardon me. I have water, tea, coffee...?”
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