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"We've done so much and hell, we managed to beat you and the others! Is that not a sign that they're good enough? That I'm good enough? Good enough to know potential when I see it? That you can work with us?"
[DELUSIONAL] Benjamin is clearly trying his best to hide behind Luther as this conversation continues on. He's about ready to do something REAL bad if this conversation doesn't swerve soon.
Alexis is busy muttering to herself about 'not nobody' and 'worshipping her? feh'. You're mostly just along for the ride at this point.
"And so what? You managed to find some copper in some horseshit? You got off lucky. You have to do better than-"
"Oh, better? Better? Why would I need better when YOU. LOST." She immediately steps up to her old man and jabs her index finger right into his chest. "TO. THEM. Maybe instead of seeing them like trash, you can see them like how I see them. Useful assets. Useful <span class="mu-i">people.</span> You don't need a networth of 579.2 million like you do does to MEAN something."
[UNSTABLE] Wait he is worth how much fucking money? Why the fuck are we paying her then?
[SEEKER OF THE CITY] Most of the money that corporate families own is in non-liquid assets. Real estate, equipment, non-publicly traded stocks. It's hard to directly convert that into cash on a whim.
"Feh. Fine. You got me there. I'll humor you and your little ragtag band of misfits for now-"
"Ragtag?" You can't help but to snort at that. You dial up Gregory's number and hand your phone over to Roland. Roland acts like you handed him a live grenade but when he hears a familiar voice over the line, he immediately perks up.
"Oh, hey, dad. How the fuck did this random girl have your number? Uh, pink eyes, reddish-orange-pinkish hair, looks like a schizo?" He walks away from your group just in time for Rosaline to slowly walk over to your group with Casey and Robbert in tow. Well, it's moreso that Robbert is holding Casey up like a wet cat.
"Your little yellow haired friend is quite amusing." Rosaline has an ear to ear smile across her face. "She knew so much about my outfit. The exact shade of purple it was, the specific C-Corp subdistrict I got the fabric from...it's been so long since anyone has ever noticed."
"A good outfit makes a good employee! A good employee makes a good product! A good product makes a good company! Yes, miss, yes!" Casey buzzes with what little energy she has left.
"Indeed, little bee. Your outfit isn't bad either." She looks at the honeycomb patterned tie that Casey is wearing. "So. I overheard most of your names. I'll be sure to ship some of my prime products over to you. Robbert, be a dear." Robbert proceeds to drop Casey, who flops face first onto the ground. Ouch.
>You and all of your allies on this mission will get occasional shipment drops from Rosaline! Expect a package tomorrow.
Roland soon comes back to the group with a bewildered, shell-shocked glaze in his eyes. He tosses the phone over to you, which you easily catch.
