I sat alone in the café for a little while before fully depleting my cappuccino. I considered waiting a little longer before getting another one, however in Estelle’s immortal words. “Fuck that drink up.”
No clue what the context on that one was.
Regardless, I floated my way back to the counter once more to place my second order.
“Hello, I’d like to or-““You’re back again?” The unkempt and seemingly barbaric Barista said in a flat, dry tone. I felt my right eye begin to twitch as a smile glided to my lips. It had been
so long since I had a proper target.
“No that’s quite alright, never mind.” I said almost adding a curtsy for good measure. After all…
“Ugh, whatever, move aside so I can take the next order.” A proper kill included an unaware target. I quickly made my way back to my seat and sat down cross-legged. I snatched my scroll out of my hand bag and before I knew it my fingers flared wildly across the screen. First, my father.
“Bianca why are you calling me?” He snapped over the phone. But I had no time for petty resistance.
“I need 6,000,000 lien.” I said as if it were a threat on his life.
“I’ve just transferred it, what are we buying?” He asked, before being answered by the beeping of a canceled call.
Papa was threatening to most. But his daughters had ways to deal with him. Estelle drank, and I fought him on his own terms.
Next up was head office.
“Hello, this is the head office for the Vale Coffee Company, how may I help you today?”
I glanced over at the Barista and managed to glean his eye contact. I smiled twirling a stray lock of hair around my index finger.
“Oh, good afternoon! My name is Bianca Nuit, Heiress of Nuit incorporated and majority shareholder of Du Acier Steel. May I speak with Mrs. Rouge please?”I decidedly spoke up. I wanted him to hear who I was speaking to, even if the name didn’t make sense to him yet. He would understand fairly soon.
“Oh! Mrs. Nuit, right away ma’am.”
“Hello, this is Marion Rouge, Ms. Nuit I heard you were calling today, may I ask what about?”Marion Rouge. An old family friend. She owned more than a few commercial food chains, which of course, included her first company – The Vale Coffee Company.
“Of course, Marion I’m so sorry I couldn’t make the gala this past week. I’ve been so busy.”“That is completely understandable, I hear from your father you’re in training to become a huntress. Thank you for your service.”The barista seemed confused, but he also seemed interested in my conversation. Good. You should be… Matthew? Even his nametag was difficult to discern with his sloppy handwriting.
“It’s my pleasure. Now Marion, are you aware of your location café near Beacon academy?"I asked, making sure to annunciate for old Matthew. Or… Was it Maxwell? His handwriting was making my vengeance slightly more complicated.
]“Of course, it’s a prime location. Great business hour traffic.”“Indeed, I love what you’ve done with it.”“Thank you Mrs. Nuit, but if that’s all while I do appreciate the compliment I have a very busy schedule.”“Of course, Marion. Allow me to jump to the point. I’d like to make an offer on this location. I understand this is a high traffic area, and thusly you aren’t willing to give it up completely. It’s a big part of your earnings, but I’d like to buy 51% of this café. I would reserve hiring and firing rights, though I promise not to intervene too often. That also means, of course, that 51% of the profit would go to a bank account I have set up.”While giving Marion my terms I was quickly tapping away on a secondary scroll. Setting up the required lien and bank account.
“Your offer would have to be steep Mrs. Nuit. Bringing someone in at 51%, even for one location can cause investors to fear.”“That’s no worry at all. My offer is six million lien. On the table transferrable right now.”“I look forward to our business together, Mrs. Nuit. I’ll have my assistant forward you the pertinent documents and account information.”The Barista still didn’t seem to understand why he was in trouble or in what form that trouble would take. But he would.
“Marion, you’ve been as pleasing to the ear as ever. Please give your family my best- oh, I’m sorry there’s just one more thing. I’d like to let one of our employees go at this branch. His lack of enthusiasm, family-minded mentality and kindness is setting a poor example for such a staple of our company.”I said looking directly into Maxwell… Or maybe Marshall’s soul. His handwriting really was atrocious.
“That could be an issue-““Oh don’t worry I’ll give him his severance out of my own pocket. Two weeks of minimum wage is not too small a cost to better our branch.” I responded with a poisonous and content smile.
“That’s good to hear Mrs. Nuit. I look forward to doing business with you.” Marion said as she hung up the phone.
Once more I glided up to the counter looking at… Oh, okay it looks like Montgomery. Monty stared back at me with a dull, lacking fire in his eyes.
“Monty, you’ve been let go. You’ll receive severance pay accordingly. Thank you for your time.” I said motioning to the girl standing behind him.
“Yes Ma’am?” She asked, quite politely.
“One Café Mocha please.” I said swiftly moving back to my chair as I watched Monty pack up his things. He left, my grin grew wider and my new favourite barista dropped off my Café Mocha. I took a hearty sip of the drink as my eyes light up.
My favourite super spy walked in. 007 pretty much defined the look he got from other women. But there he went slinging himself over a few chairs and giving me the most glorious side eye on this side of the country.
“Don’t you even look at me.” He said as I graciously abided.
I looked to the side with a grin the size of an underclassmen’s scythe.
“Hey Jeeeeeeer.” I cooed happily.
“How’s family day going for you?”
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