>>18231557[Time is weird in Spaghetti Town, an uncertain amount of time later]
Maria sat behind her computer, answering a phonecall, her fingers pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.
>Yes sir, I know sir. I understand the board's position and it's decision, but it's a stupid decision and so I have decided to ignore it?>Why, because it's none of the board's business what talent wrestles who and when and with what stipulation.>...>Listen, I've come out of a Carreer defining match that would have pretty much fired me if I lost, and you have issues with a Lonelyfans shoot?>The same event that I saved my carreer in had a 'Wabs Out' match!>...>Oh I see how it is, it's because the money goes to Nikki Kade for the full 100% percent if she wins and the company doesn't benefit from it. Well ain't that just a damn shame. Good day.With a deep, world weary sigh Maria sat back down in her chair, laying her phone down. She took a quick glance off to the side towards a hidden compartment underneath all the tea where she stored a bottle of wine for rainy days. She was about to open it when she recieved a message on her phone. Taking up the much loathed device again she looked at an email of an invoice coming in.
>Black Dragons, I'll be damned, they did it.The worries temporarily left her mind as she leaned back in her office chair before getting up, moving towards an active chessboard in the corner of her office. Moving a single piece forward.
>Your move, auditors...[2/4]
