Adonis really needed to get a personal assistant who he could make sit in on his meetings in his stead so he could properly appreciate the beautiful women in bodycon dresses walking around the nightclub where he and his company’s investors were meeting as per his personal decision. Hell, if he had to endure boring ass meetings, he should be entitled to watch the fat old men squirm and tug on their collars when they caught just a smidgen of more tits and ass than they usually were exposed to.
More fun for him, afterall.
“So, gentlemen, as long as your investments are in my accounts more than capable hands – believe me, I would know – you have very little to worry about. Now, if you’d excuse me…” He stood, brushing invisible lint from his black suit jacket before grabbing his drink and heading over to the small cluster of women who had been making the eye at him for most of the meeting.
The billionaire could practically feel his painting rotting in its storage room as he indulged in beautiful women worshipping his very existence, but as he reached one of many peaks that night, he found he was above caring about the entire scenario.
Rain, CY. It is called rain.
Oh, thank you, interface.
The android walked through the rain silently as he tugged his coat a little tighter around his form, face upturned to the clouds as the sensors in his eyes zoomed in and out as the new form of precipitation. Rain left more of an impact on his synthetic skin than the previous condition of snow did – a slight ping! and a tiny puddle of water wherever they landed instead of the gentle settling of fluffy white snow that eventually would melt away when he entered somewhere of warm temperature – and he didn’t think he minded it all that much. Rain was much warmer than snow.
Humans rushed past CY with odd contraptions keeping them dry from the rain – umbrellas, Interface kindly supplied – and he wrinkled his nose in a show for his distaste in them. Why wouldn’t they appreciate the cleansing and nice quality of rain? Humans were silly, he decided and laughed softly as Interface gave a hum of its agreement.
