"Violetta, how sweetly would I have to kiss you to convince you to experience one of my favorite eorzean festivals with me??" Ivy. Ivy you can't use kisses to con people into coming to the Moonfire Faire with you-
"I'll do it for an ass grab and a prize won at a festival game if they have them." Violetta jokes, wrapping her arms around Ivy and leaning in to nuzzle her. "But I'll also take the kiss. Can I have tongue with it as well, or would that lead to too much?"
Striking yellow eyes watch carefully from the side as Mr. Welles walked in. Of course Vector knew what was in store for him and she would only move if the CEO was in danger. Sure enough, the news and discovery of his deeds against the company causes the man to stand in outrage. Vector promised to keep her weapon locked up, she knew Willow didn’t want the man to be threatened by the presence of weaponry, however, she did take a precautionary step forward ready to take the man down until a hand is waved that stops her from moving further.
She takes a step back, settling with her hands behind her back. It was interesting to watch a man deflate so thoroughly, crumbling to his knees in front of the CEO who stood in front of him now. Like a sinner groveling to their lord, a look of plea for forgiveness etched upon a face that’s only sorry for being caught. The blue envelope is produced, the man is taken care of as Willow shows the best of both her parents in this moment.
The kindness of her mother and the chilling cold of her father.
Regardless of the issues Willow had while on her feet, Vector wouldn’t make any moves to get her sitting again. She wouldn’t come between the woman showing her hand here and truthfully, the way she conducted herself like this, made Vector’s chest heat up and heart race. It isn’t until the man had left the room that the sound of the wheelchair moving is heard.
She stands behind Willow with the wheelchair, moving next to her with a hand out to let her down. “That was excellently said, Miss Asis.” Vector finally spoke. “You’re far too kind, he looked down on you since he walked in. I would have had his head.” A moments pause, her eyes shut and a breath leaves her. Even Vector needed a moment to gather herself after watching such a thorough deconstruction of a man in front of her. “That is why you’re the only one right for this position. Watching you conduct business is truly awe inspiring.”
Willow remains standing as Welles flees the room, seeming strong despite the quivering in her legs. She doesn't move even when the wheelchair is brought to her side, waiting for the door to close behind him before she finally lets out the breath she had been holding. She reaches for Vector's hand, sitting heavily into her wheelchair and allowing her shoulders to slump as she leans against the backrest.
"Thank you Vector. You spoil me with your praise as always. Truly I do not know where I would be without you to keep me standing." Willow says and gives her a weary smile, exhaustion bringing weight to her eyes though her voice turns soft. "I hate being mean...he rightfully deserved it considering his crimes...but golly does it tire me out so."
She closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath in before releasing it. She reopens them, a bit of sparkle returning to them. "I think I might take an extended lunch so that I can rest. Could I borrow your lap again? Of course if you have other things to tend to, please prioritize them, I can make do with a normal pillow."
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.”
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.”
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.”
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.”
“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”