Kingdom Of Bellows

Rp Blog for Irene, Willow, and Dustine of the Royal Asis family. Selective |21+| Minors DNI

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//Yall are not immune to CEO Willow propaganda

(Source)

[kingdomofbellows]

The door opens into Willow’s office, the young woman not looking up from the folder she held with a delicate hand in front of her. She taps the end of her pen against her lips as she thinks, the very image of tranquil contemplation wreathed in sunlight. She sets the folder down, the scratch of her pen on paper drifting through the silence to the older man that strides confidently to her desk. He was a proud man, a senior employee that had worked for Axis industries since her father Wilhelm manned the company.

“Miss Asis, you wanted to see me?” He questions without waiting for her, smiling down at her. Willow’s eyes flick upwards towards him, taking him in. She knew he didn’t respect her. He thought her too young, too delicate for her position. He preferred the powerful presence of her father and sister- or rather preferred looking at Irene’s curvaceous beauty over the wheelchair bound fragility set at the desk before him. She was better suited to be sat beside some powerful man, a sweet trophy rather than a leader.

She sets her pen down, neatly folding her hands in her lap as she smiles.

“I did Mister Welles. Thank you so much for coming to see me so quickly.” Willow begins. “I was reviewing your quarterly reports and saw a few things that concerned me. I had hoped you could clarify them. Please, take a seat.”

”But of course.” Welles moves to sit in the leather chair set in front of her desk, relaxing in his confidence as it creaks beneath him. Willow waits for him to settle before she picks up the folder again.

“I was comparing these reports to the ones filed the last few quarters and there’s been a decrease in earnings by almost twenty seven percent. As you can imagine, such a dip is quite concerning.” Willow starts. “Now-“

“Fluctuations in the market Miss Asis.” Welles interrupts her with a calm smile. “Completely normal. People just aren’t buying.”

Willow doesn’t respond immediately, instead waiting for him to finish then flipping through several sheets of paper to pull one free of the others. “Well, that’s the funny thing, I had my assistant arrange a report on orders for this past quarter and as you can see from this chart here-“ She sets the paper down and points at it with a finger. “-and here, the gross number of orders has actually increased. So I was wondering why earnings are falling despite having having increasing demand.”

Welles freezes in his chair, eyeing her before reaching to snatch the paper off his desk. He scours it for a moment before tossing it back onto her desk. “The numbers are wro-“

“They’re not wrong Mister Welles. I had them run six times, twice by the same person then rechecked by two others, then finally triple checked by a third party.” Willow interrupts him this time, giving a gentle tilt of her head. “Your order numbers are high, but earnings are low. In my examination, there were also several other things that had come up as concerning.”

She pulls another sheet of paper from the folder to place it in front of him. “Complaints of missing or insufficient inventory, subpar inventory, and delayed deliveries. There also has been an increase in your requisition orders for manufacturing materials in numbers far more than what could be considered reasonable for daily operations. All with your signature.”

Willow’s hands return to her lap, her eyes focused directly on his paling face.

“Mister Welles, are you stealing from me?”

He explodes upwards, immediately on his feet and knocking the chair backwards with an indignant roar of “How DARE you!” Willow sees her secretary start towards him out of the corner of her eye and she lifts a hand to stop them before refocusing her attention on Welles.

”Mister Welles, please. Compose yourself.” Willow says before her smile fades slightly, becoming more sad than cordial. “I had wanted to give you a chance to come clean. Unfortunately, you did not take it. Now I must regretfully inform you that I have collected enough evidence to prosecute you to the fullest extent of the law.”

Welles turns so pale that Willow almost wondered if he would faint. He’d begin hyperventilating as she continues. “You did well to cover your tracks. My sister would have never noticed! But you committed one fatal error, and that was believing that I was the same or lesser than my sister.”

She reaches down, hands grasping her wheels and pushing herself back before locking them in place. She stands, taking careful steps around the desk until she was able to stand in front of Welles.

“I am not my sister Mister Welles, and I cannot be fooled in the same ways as she was. That is why my sister gave me this company. Now, unfortunately, I have deemed that you are no longer a fit for my company.”

Welles falls to his knees, eyes wide in disbelief. “M-Miss Asis you can’t..”

”I can and I have. Your termination was completed the moment you walked through that door.” Willow says softly. “However, I am not a cruel woman. You were a good employee for many years and I intend to recognize your contributions.”

She holds her hand out to the side, her assistant moving to her side and placing a sleek navy folder into her hand. Willow then presents this to the man. “I recall hearing you mention your displeasure of not spending enough time with your family due to work, especially now that your daughter just had a baby. As a gift to celebrate your new grandchild, I have taken it upon myself to arrange you a new position. It’s for a smaller company. The pay is less, but it is closer to your family with more vacation time. You start in two weeks.”

Welles takes the folder with shaking hands, staring down at it. Willow stares down at him in turn, hands folded neatly in front of her. When he looks back up at her, she smiles.

”I wish you luck in your future endeavors Mister Welles, and congratulations on the newest addition to your family. You have until the end of the day to clear out your desk. Now, as my sister would say, get the fuck out of my office.”

[kingdomofbellows]

//Yall are not immune to CEO Willow propaganda

(Source)

[kingdomofbellows]

The door opens into Willow’s office, the young woman not looking up from the folder she held with a delicate hand in front of her. She taps the end of her pen against her lips as she thinks, the very image of tranquil contemplation wreathed in sunlight. She sets the folder down, the scratch of her pen on paper drifting through the silence to the older man that strides confidently to her desk. He was a proud man, a senior employee that had worked for Axis industries since her father Wilhelm manned the company.

“Miss Asis, you wanted to see me?” He questions without waiting for her, smiling down at her. Willow’s eyes flick upwards towards him, taking him in. She knew he didn’t respect her. He thought her too young, too delicate for her position. He preferred the powerful presence of her father and sister- or rather preferred looking at Irene’s curvaceous beauty over the wheelchair bound fragility set at the desk before him. She was better suited to be sat beside some powerful man, a sweet trophy rather than a leader.

She sets her pen down, neatly folding her hands in her lap as she smiles.

“I did Mister Welles. Thank you so much for coming to see me so quickly.” Willow begins. “I was reviewing your quarterly reports and saw a few things that concerned me. I had hoped you could clarify them. Please, take a seat.”

”But of course.” Welles moves to sit in the leather chair set in front of her desk, relaxing in his confidence as it creaks beneath him. Willow waits for him to settle before she picks up the folder again.

“I was comparing these reports to the ones filed the last few quarters and there’s been a decrease in earnings by almost twenty seven percent. As you can imagine, such a dip is quite concerning.” Willow starts. “Now-“

“Fluctuations in the market Miss Asis.” Welles interrupts her with a calm smile. “Completely normal. People just aren’t buying.”

Willow doesn’t respond immediately, instead waiting for him to finish then flipping through several sheets of paper to pull one free of the others. “Well, that’s the funny thing, I had my assistant arrange a report on orders for this past quarter and as you can see from this chart here-“ She sets the paper down and points at it with a finger. “-and here, the gross number of orders has actually increased. So I was wondering why earnings are falling despite having having increasing demand.”

Welles freezes in his chair, eyeing her before reaching to snatch the paper off his desk. He scours it for a moment before tossing it back onto her desk. “The numbers are wro-“

“They’re not wrong Mister Welles. I had them run six times, twice by the same person then rechecked by two others, then finally triple checked by a third party.” Willow interrupts him this time, giving a gentle tilt of her head. “Your order numbers are high, but earnings are low. In my examination, there were also several other things that had come up as concerning.”

She pulls another sheet of paper from the folder to place it in front of him. “Complaints of missing or insufficient inventory, subpar inventory, and delayed deliveries. There also has been an increase in your requisition orders for manufacturing materials in numbers far more than what could be considered reasonable for daily operations. All with your signature.”

Willow’s hands return to her lap, her eyes focused directly on his paling face.

“Mister Welles, are you stealing from me?”

He explodes upwards, immediately on his feet and knocking the chair backwards with an indignant roar of “How DARE you!” Willow sees her secretary start towards him out of the corner of her eye and she lifts a hand to stop them before refocusing her attention on Welles.

”Mister Welles, please. Compose yourself.” Willow says before her smile fades slightly, becoming more sad than cordial. “I had wanted to give you a chance to come clean. Unfortunately, you did not take it. Now I must regretfully inform you that I have collected enough evidence to prosecute you to the fullest extent of the law.”

Welles turns so pale that Willow almost wondered if he would faint. He’d begin hyperventilating as she continues. “You did well to cover your tracks. My sister would have never noticed! But you committed one fatal error, and that was believing that I was the same or lesser than my sister.”

She reaches down, hands grasping her wheels and pushing herself back before locking them in place. She stands, taking careful steps around the desk until she was able to stand in front of Welles.

“I am not my sister Mister Welles, and I cannot be fooled in the same ways as she was. That is why my sister gave me this company. Now, unfortunately, I have deemed that you are no longer a fit for my company.”

Welles falls to his knees, eyes wide in disbelief. “M-Miss Asis you can’t..”

”I can and I have. Your termination was completed the moment you walked through that door.” Willow says softly. “However, I am not a cruel woman. You were a good employee for many years and I intend to recognize your contributions.”

She holds her hand out to the side, her assistant moving to her side and placing a sleek navy folder into her hand. Willow then presents this to the man. “I recall hearing you mention your displeasure of not spending enough time with your family due to work, especially now that your daughter just had a baby. As a gift to celebrate your new grandchild, I have taken it upon myself to arrange you a new position. It’s for a smaller company. The pay is less, but it is closer to your family with more vacation time. You start in two weeks.”

Welles takes the folder with shaking hands, staring down at it. Willow stares down at him in turn, hands folded neatly in front of her. When he looks back up at her, she smiles.

”I wish you luck in your future endeavors Mister Welles, and congratulations on the newest addition to your family. You have until the end of the day to clear out your desk. Now, as my sister would say, get the fuck out of my office.”

[kingdomofbellows]

The door opens into Willow’s office, the young woman not looking up from the folder she held with a delicate hand in front of her. She taps the end of her pen against her lips as she thinks, the very image of tranquil contemplation wreathed in sunlight. She sets the folder down, the scratch of her pen on paper drifting through the silence to the older man that strides confidently to her desk. He was a proud man, a senior employee that had worked for Axis industries since her father Wilhelm manned the company.

“Miss Asis, you wanted to see me?” He questions without waiting for her, smiling down at her. Willow’s eyes flick upwards towards him, taking him in. She knew he didn’t respect her. He thought her too young, too delicate for her position. He preferred the powerful presence of her father and sister- or rather preferred looking at Irene’s curvaceous beauty over the wheelchair bound fragility set at the desk before him. She was better suited to be sat beside some powerful man, a sweet trophy rather than a leader.

She sets her pen down, neatly folding her hands in her lap as she smiles.

“I did Mister Welles. Thank you so much for coming to see me so quickly.” Willow begins. “I was reviewing your quarterly reports and saw a few things that concerned me. I had hoped you could clarify them. Please, take a seat.”

”But of course.” Welles moves to sit in the leather chair set in front of her desk, relaxing in his confidence as it creaks beneath him. Willow waits for him to settle before she picks up the folder again.

“I was comparing these reports to the ones filed the last few quarters and there’s been a decrease in earnings by almost twenty seven percent. As you can imagine, such a dip is quite concerning.” Willow starts. “Now-“

“Fluctuations in the market Miss Asis.” Welles interrupts her with a calm smile. “Completely normal. People just aren’t buying.”

Willow doesn’t respond immediately, instead waiting for him to finish then flipping through several sheets of paper to pull one free of the others. “Well, that’s the funny thing, I had my assistant arrange a report on orders for this past quarter and as you can see from this chart here-“ She sets the paper down and points at it with a finger. “-and here, the gross number of orders has actually increased. So I was wondering why earnings are falling despite having having increasing demand.”

Welles freezes in his chair, eyeing her before reaching to snatch the paper off his desk. He scours it for a moment before tossing it back onto her desk. “The numbers are wro-“

“They’re not wrong Mister Welles. I had them run six times, twice by the same person then rechecked by two others, then finally triple checked by a third party.” Willow interrupts him this time, giving a gentle tilt of her head. “Your order numbers are high, but earnings are low. In my examination, there were also several other things that had come up as concerning.”

She pulls another sheet of paper from the folder to place it in front of him. “Complaints of missing or insufficient inventory, subpar inventory, and delayed deliveries. There also has been an increase in your requisition orders for manufacturing materials in numbers far more than what could be considered reasonable for daily operations. All with your signature.”

Willow’s hands return to her lap, her eyes focused directly on his paling face.

“Mister Welles, are you stealing from me?”

He explodes upwards, immediately on his feet and knocking the chair backwards with an indignant roar of “How DARE you!” Willow sees her secretary start towards him out of the corner of her eye and she lifts a hand to stop them before refocusing her attention on Welles.

”Mister Welles, please. Compose yourself.” Willow says before her smile fades slightly, becoming more sad than cordial. “I had wanted to give you a chance to come clean. Unfortunately, you did not take it. Now I must regretfully inform you that I have collected enough evidence to prosecute you to the fullest extent of the law.”

Welles turns so pale that Willow almost wondered if he would faint. He’d begin hyperventilating as she continues. “You did well to cover your tracks. My sister would have never noticed! But you committed one fatal error, and that was believing that I was the same or lesser than my sister.”

She reaches down, hands grasping her wheels and pushing herself back before locking them in place. She stands, taking careful steps around the desk until she was able to stand in front of Welles.

“I am not my sister Mister Welles, and I cannot be fooled in the same ways as she was. That is why my sister gave me this company. Now, unfortunately, I have deemed that you are no longer a fit for my company.”

Welles falls to his knees, eyes wide in disbelief. “M-Miss Asis you can’t..”

”I can and I have. Your termination was completed the moment you walked through that door.” Willow says softly. “However, I am not a cruel woman. You were a good employee for many years and I intend to recognize your contributions.”

She holds her hand out to the side, her assistant moving to her side and placing a sleek navy folder into her hand. Willow then presents this to the man. “I recall hearing you mention your displeasure of not spending enough time with your family due to work, especially now that your daughter just had a baby. As a gift to celebrate your new grandchild, I have taken it upon myself to arrange you a new position. It’s for a smaller company. The pay is less, but it is closer to your family with more vacation time. You start in two weeks.”

Welles takes the folder with shaking hands, staring down at it. Willow stares down at him in turn, hands folded neatly in front of her. When he looks back up at her, she smiles.

”I wish you luck in your future endeavors Mister Welles, and congratulations on the newest addition to your family. You have until the end of the day to clear out your desk. Now, as my sister would say, get the fuck out of my office.”

[kingdomofbellows]

“So. Noodle Slut. Are there other noodle sluts? Not saying you’re not enough, but different flavors and all that”

“Yeah your mothe-“

“Violetta.”

“You’re no fun.”

“And a few I suppose. Nana I guess you could consider to be one but I’m the original.”

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@encyclopediaofmuses

“You may be the man whore but I’m THE whore. Did you really expect anything less of me darling?”

[kingdomofbellows]

@petiteamores

“And a free kiss for the cuties that eat here~”

[kingdomofbellows]

@points-of-time

“It sure is and everyone who’s tried my noods tell me they’re the best in town~”

[kingdomofbellows]

@vixlenxe

“And this is why I greet her with tongue every time she comes in!” Among other reasons but those are besides the point

[kingdomofbellows]

“Some people might question my decision to name my resturant Noodle Slut.”

“And all I ask is why they have an issue with the truth. I’m a slut and I love noodles, and you can bet your ass I have the best noodles this side of New Eridu”

[kingdomofbellows]

Attempting to decide what to make for dinner

“It’s warm…maybe cold soba?”

“Maybe hot pot so we can eat together?”

“Curry so we can use left overs for lunch”

“THE HELLFIRE SPICY CHALLENGE AT NOODLE SLUT!”

“Spicy…”

“Spicy…”

“No spicy…but Auntie Violetta’s is a good choice. Let’s go there.”

[kingdomofbellows]

//got some dental work done and YALL I cant feel the entire left side of my face LMAO

[kingdomofbellows]

"I beg your fucking pardon?" -kiana to irene

“More men should wear dog collars with grabbable handles. I’m not afraid to say it.”

[kingdomofbellows]

The clicking of heeled boots are heard slowly approaching the CEO’s office, the Agent holds a saucer of hot tea for her mistress, easily able to balance such a full cup with one hand without needing to adjust. These little services she did for Willow wasn’t in her job description but she wanted to. It gave her an excuse as she rounds the desk to slowly put the plate of tea in front of the woman somewhere on the desk.

This was an excuse, a silent one, as she takes in the scent of Willows hair that day. Vanilla cinnamon. It’s immediate that her heart races fast, while it doesn’t show on her face just how excited she is that her Boss was using the shampoo she recommended, the heat that comes to her cheeks does and she stands coolly, saying not a word as this was enough to satisfy her own needs as she walks away with that same sound of her heels clicking once again. Willow was a busy woman, she’ll be back in an hour to do the same thing all over again.

Willow’s pen scratches over paper, the room otherwise silent as she works with a gentle smile. Her eyes flick upwards at the click of Vector’s heels, lips curling just a touch more before she returns to the various papers scattered in front of her. She reaches for another paper, comparing the charts to the one set in front of her before setting it down and writing her notes on the paper. A busy woman indeed, she’d allow Vector to escape with a mere tilt of her head of acknowledgement for the tea.

It’s the next pass that she acts, her hand reaching to cover Vector’s as her assistant reached for her empty cup. Soft fingers trace along Vectors thumb to curve over the line of her wrist, through the crease of the heel of her palm to the soft center. There she lingers, her hand curling to cup over the edge. Her other hand lifts, tucking an escaped lock of hair behind her ear before she tilts her head up to smile up at Vector.

“Thank you Vector. Your tea makes these long days bearable.” Her voice slips free, lyrical in its sweetness. “I couldn’t do this without you. I don’t feel like I say that enough so…thank you.”

Her hand retraces its path in reverse, returning to her pen. “Ah, I’m sure you’re busy. Please don’t let me keep you. I’ll see you in an hour.”

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Side Characters in ZZZ:

Violetta: Runs a noodle shop connected to Dustine’s shop with Nana, Pip’s mom.

Nana and Pip: Dog Thierans. Both live above the noodle shop Nana runs with Violetta. Pip helps Dustine in the shop when he’s not helping with the resturant.

Evan: Lives in the apartments above the noodle shop. Supposed to be a waiter but is always mysteriously missing. Runs a info broker side business

Faust and Friends: Runs a group of Hallow Raiders. Enthralled with Irene for some reason that he only knows and doesn’t seem intent on sharing with others.

The Quad: Technically Faust’s adopted daughters, a quad of horse Thierans that spend more time in Dustine’s shop than with their adopted father.