Humans could sometimes be the most densest of creatures. For the century Kriska had walked amongst them, she had seen how easily pacified they were when a desire was fulfilled. She granting some on a number of occasions. She sat in her penthouse overlooking the city below. Thousands of tiny flickering lights sparkled below as people hurriedly moved from place to place. Always the busiest little bees she thought to herself. Taking a sip from her wine glass, her attention moved over to the massive screen that filled almost the entirety of the wall.
Rising to affluence and influence was easy. With the many business partners and 'suggestible' characters she met with, it was only finding what they craved the most and exploiting it. Already her network had stretched from the North America continent to that of Europe. Plans were already in the works for further expansion. Her lips curved up into a wicked smile as she reviewed the progress of the companies she had a say within. While a prominent shareholder now, she had ambitions that moved well beyond simple money and power. Humans were like cattle. They needed direction. They needed to be taught obedience.
Her phone rang as she scooped the device with her lithe hands. "Andrew."
"Ms. Ackerman," came the crisp, medium toned voice of the CEO of Electric Evolution. "Pardons for disturbing your evening. Do you have a moment?"
Her eyes glanced towards the victorian-like clock that hung above her desk to the right. It was well past respectable calling hours. "A bit late, wouldn't you agree?"
"Again, I apologize," he said. "I just thought you should know that the deal with our rival competitors went through. At a fair price as well. Your funding helped ensure the continued success of Electric Evolution."
"I'm glad to hear that," she said. "Surely, you could've called at a more appropriate time to convey the news?"
"With the recent funding we received from you, and comparing yourself amongst the other shareholders, I thought informing you of your holding of the majority of shares was something that couldn't wait. We'll be working closely with decisions moving forward. Again, thank you for your continued confidence in the corporation, Ms. Ackerman."
Her smile only widened. It was about time. "We'll talk soon, Andrew."
She hung up as satisfaction rushed to her head. She stood up and walked to her closest in her bedroom. She changed into a form-fitting black dress that barely extended past mid thigh. Taking a good amount of cash and ID, she made her way towards her abode's door and slipped on a pair of heels. The rest of the investment reports could wait. Tonight, she was going to go have fun and let loose. Even a demon needed release. She knew just the place.
Smiling coyly at a pair of drunkards catcalling her, Kriska moved towards a matte black building. Compared to the other buildings surrounding it, the Myth far outshone them. With a sign with the words 'Myth' labeled neatly with neon under lights illuminating it, this place was the nightclub for the classy.
Adding a bit of sway into her steps, she winked at the door attendant. He held a list. "Evening Miss. Name?"
"Ms. Evans," she replied crisply. "You'll find me in your preferred section."
The attendant looked at where she directed him then nodded. "Have a pleasant evening, Ms. Evans."
Passing through the door, Kriska walked towards the bar counter where a number of well dressed patrons sat. She took a seat as the bartender moved towards her. "Evening, what'll it be?"
"Grasshopper. Ice cold, if you don't mind."
"Not a usual," said the bartender. "Keeps things fresh."
"I'm anything but usual."
The bartender laughed as he began to work his magic. Kriska surveyed the other patrons sitting at the bar. While soft, electronic music pulsed in the background - an ambient-like rhythm - she caught eyes with a lovely little thing. A woman sat at the end of the bar table. Their eyes met briefly, but that was all it took. Kriska found her prey for the night.
Rising to affluence and influence was easy. With the many business partners and 'suggestible' characters she met with, it was only finding what they craved the most and exploiting it. Already her network had stretched from the North America continent to that of Europe. Plans were already in the works for further expansion. Her lips curved up into a wicked smile as she reviewed the progress of the companies she had a say within. While a prominent shareholder now, she had ambitions that moved well beyond simple money and power. Humans were like cattle. They needed direction. They needed to be taught obedience.
Her phone rang as she scooped the device with her lithe hands. "Andrew."
"Ms. Ackerman," came the crisp, medium toned voice of the CEO of Electric Evolution. "Pardons for disturbing your evening. Do you have a moment?"
Her eyes glanced towards the victorian-like clock that hung above her desk to the right. It was well past respectable calling hours. "A bit late, wouldn't you agree?"
"Again, I apologize," he said. "I just thought you should know that the deal with our rival competitors went through. At a fair price as well. Your funding helped ensure the continued success of Electric Evolution."
"I'm glad to hear that," she said. "Surely, you could've called at a more appropriate time to convey the news?"
"With the recent funding we received from you, and comparing yourself amongst the other shareholders, I thought informing you of your holding of the majority of shares was something that couldn't wait. We'll be working closely with decisions moving forward. Again, thank you for your continued confidence in the corporation, Ms. Ackerman."
Her smile only widened. It was about time. "We'll talk soon, Andrew."
She hung up as satisfaction rushed to her head. She stood up and walked to her closest in her bedroom. She changed into a form-fitting black dress that barely extended past mid thigh. Taking a good amount of cash and ID, she made her way towards her abode's door and slipped on a pair of heels. The rest of the investment reports could wait. Tonight, she was going to go have fun and let loose. Even a demon needed release. She knew just the place.
Smiling coyly at a pair of drunkards catcalling her, Kriska moved towards a matte black building. Compared to the other buildings surrounding it, the Myth far outshone them. With a sign with the words 'Myth' labeled neatly with neon under lights illuminating it, this place was the nightclub for the classy.
Adding a bit of sway into her steps, she winked at the door attendant. He held a list. "Evening Miss. Name?"
"Ms. Evans," she replied crisply. "You'll find me in your preferred section."
The attendant looked at where she directed him then nodded. "Have a pleasant evening, Ms. Evans."
Passing through the door, Kriska walked towards the bar counter where a number of well dressed patrons sat. She took a seat as the bartender moved towards her. "Evening, what'll it be?"
"Grasshopper. Ice cold, if you don't mind."
"Not a usual," said the bartender. "Keeps things fresh."
"I'm anything but usual."
The bartender laughed as he began to work his magic. Kriska surveyed the other patrons sitting at the bar. While soft, electronic music pulsed in the background - an ambient-like rhythm - she caught eyes with a lovely little thing. A woman sat at the end of the bar table. Their eyes met briefly, but that was all it took. Kriska found her prey for the night.