Starter for @infernal-matriarch for verse [a sirens cancel] .
Velvette gasps, nails digging against the wall of her studio, outfits thrown asunder, and employees panicking. Slamming her fist against the surface causes another gasp, a pained one, while she was still fresh from her escape with Leviathan.
“How fucking DARE they do this to me. ME?!” She’s screaming aloud, and where her voice carried weight to silence the room, no one turned back to look her way. They were far too busy in the panic, some gathering materials to usher out while they could.
It happened so swiftly. Velvette had not even the time to put her arm back on before her phone was lit ablaze in notifications. Her follower count plummeted faster than it ever rose, and with it, she felt her influence slip away. Even some contracts with guidelines to keep on her end shattered at the seams, diminishing her by the second. It was so, so quick.
The sting of her words going ignored by even her scrambling employees was enough of a hit, so she pushed through the chaos of it all. Sales were dropping, clients were cancelling, and even gigs were calling in to shut down. She knew this had to do with that two-headed Sin. Who else could strike this fast at something she should be the best at?
Reaching her office, she slammed the door as the muffled noises of what was going on in the studio still banged against it. Her phone felt like a buzzing bee stinging her with every notification as she clutched it until finally slamming it onto her desk. “DAMN IT!”
Fuck... she had not even had time to think over-- Damn it, Valentino...