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hybriddick) wrote2016-03-23 01:42 am
hybriddick) wrote2016-03-23 01:42 am
For deeth
This assignment was really starting to give Oliver a headache. It just didn't make any sense to him. But he was determined to at least see it to some sort of conclusion. And of course it started with Cooke. These days it always seemed to involve Cooke in some way. Running his mouth about strange broadcasts and impossible things happening to people. The most recent tall tale was about a rogue sex toy that was attacking random people. He'd dismissed it as the ravings of a junkie who couldn't tell fact from fiction.
That is, until a young woman came to him with deep concern about the company she worked for. She claimed that the head of her company had been spying on her and her girlfriend and she wanted to know why before she tried to pursue further action. When she told him both the name of the company and the man she was accusing, for a moment it was like all of the air was sucked out of the room. Could Cooke's wild tales have some grain of truth to them?
At the very least, there was such a place as Kakos Industries and there was a man named Corin Deeth. Which is how Oliver ended up in a well appointed office of a powerful CEO. It had taken charm, flirting, outright lying, and a little old fashioned sneaking to get in there, but every other method had failed. The man himself was off doing god knows what, so Oliver took his time looking over the room. This place had to be a joke. A company that flaunted how evil it was? Not even the most vile corporations were ballsy enough to do that.
Oliver stood with his hands in his pockets, inspecting the plaque spoofing on the typical "See no evil" slogan. He was just over six feet tall, slender, sporting wild dark hair with silver at the temples. He had a dark blazer open over a rumpled white shirt, and dark slacks. He was a rather unassuming looking man, very out of place in the office.
That is, until a young woman came to him with deep concern about the company she worked for. She claimed that the head of her company had been spying on her and her girlfriend and she wanted to know why before she tried to pursue further action. When she told him both the name of the company and the man she was accusing, for a moment it was like all of the air was sucked out of the room. Could Cooke's wild tales have some grain of truth to them?
At the very least, there was such a place as Kakos Industries and there was a man named Corin Deeth. Which is how Oliver ended up in a well appointed office of a powerful CEO. It had taken charm, flirting, outright lying, and a little old fashioned sneaking to get in there, but every other method had failed. The man himself was off doing god knows what, so Oliver took his time looking over the room. This place had to be a joke. A company that flaunted how evil it was? Not even the most vile corporations were ballsy enough to do that.
Oliver stood with his hands in his pockets, inspecting the plaque spoofing on the typical "See no evil" slogan. He was just over six feet tall, slender, sporting wild dark hair with silver at the temples. He had a dark blazer open over a rumpled white shirt, and dark slacks. He was a rather unassuming looking man, very out of place in the office.
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As the CEO of a large company, his days did tend to follow a pretty standard pattern (excusing any zombie apocalypses or super lame kidnappings). Wake up, drink coffee, come into work. Have Grace Rule fill him in on his time table for the day. Check into departments, attends board meetings and Ultra board meetings, organize festivals, attends festivals, shower off the remainders of the festival, do some paper work, fall asleep. Rinse, repeat, so on and so forth.
So far this day had been on the unassuming side. He'd decided to pay a visit to a few departments, instill a little fear in some employees. It was a Monday so he really wanted to inspire them to some real evil for the week to come. He was feeling particularly proud of himself for making a man in the Department of Clowns and Mimes burst into tears, when Grace stopped him to tell him someone was waiting for him in his office.
Well damn. There went his lunch break.
Still, evil is as evil does, and it wasn't like Corin didn't work through his lunch break... most days... as it was.
He sighed outside the door, straightened his suit, perfected the swagger, and pushed open the doors.
He strode all the way in, barely looking at the other man in the office as he walked past and finally threw himself down into his impressively sized CEO chair.
Corin was much younger than you'd usually expect a CEO of a large company to be - mid to late twenties at the most. He was tall and thin, in an immaculately pressed suit and sunglasses balancing on the end of his nose. He looked over the top of them, giving the man across from him a good long appraising look.
"Corin Deeth III, CEO of Kakos Industries," he rumbled out in his usually low baritone, still eyeing the other man up over his glasses, "And with whom do I owe this pleasure?"
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