My name is Rosalina Vimentah, I am CEO of Rosa entertainment industries, a subsidiary of Enigma Inc. with a net worth of over five hundred trillion universal credits, I pay myself a handsome salary of two hundred and fifty billion UC's after tax which I pay at a severely reduced rate due to some Enigma corp-boys owing me some favours. I charge practically everything through company expenses though and as a result, I am unfathomably rich. Beyond that, I hold a prestigious reputation that extends deep into Enigma and even some of the other Terra-corps, my name is well known and deeply respected.
As we speak, I am currently hosting a "Well done on making tons of money!" party in the directors board room of the Rosa Tower, a startling tall structure of glass and steel with views over the entire city and the neighbouring ones too. I am mid-way through preparing for my grand entrance and the board room is already swarming full of heel snappers and "too big for their boots" types who think that sucking up to me will enrich their future opportunities. But I am taking a risk tonight. Not with any of those shit-stains, but I have something different lined up afterwards. Something unique.
My assistants finish applying my requested make-up and help me button up my dress, this dress alone costs more than their entire years pay packet and I pay my staff above the industry average. I glance at myself in the mirror, hair is looking elegant, I had it dyed two days ago and its a beautiful white-golden blonde and in a tight ponytail, allowing me to show my ears to the room. If you're wondering, I am a "cheetah" breed, with the appropriate facial markings, my ears currently have several natural diamonds implanted in them and a Ubershard piercing through the other, theres something about the dull grey of the Ubershard that really stands out when everyone else is wearing their shiniest trinkets.
My assistants finish up, my dress is a wonderful, vibrant purple, I think it matches well with my amber eyes, my make-up is on point, I give myself one final look in the mirror, I am lithe and elegant, with the right amount of intimidating. If someone hasn't pre-rehearsed their introduction, I don't want them talking to me, I like to see them psyche themselves up before approaching and my look certainly helps with that. Being honest though, I hate these sort of things, I really do. They are for the board, rather than me. Sure, the board answers to me, but people owing me favours is what got me to this position in the first place. That and my unmatched, cunning intellect and ruthless corporate policy.
It is time. I can hear the buzzing anticipation coming from the board room, the clicking of high-heels on cold, meticulously polished tiled floors, the gentle swaying of light jazz played live echoes down the corridor, I hate jazz. I don't say this lightly, but fuck jazz music. I don't need heels with this dress, i'm naturally tall, which really helps me look down on those below me, which is everyone in this building, with the exception of my mothers portrait, which hangs above my office desk. Her soul rest in peace, she'd hate these people too.
Good god, I think I can hear a saxophone.
I sigh heavily and stand from the safety of my dress room, heading down the corridor swiftly, I practically look like I float in this dress, I love it. Gliding down the corridor, I make my entrance around the very back of the board room, arriving through the massive double doors, my assistants charge ahead and push the doors open for me, they're both critter sized so its difficult for them to move such tall doors and their efforts make me laugh, but they succeed and the doors open, i'm met with the entire room turning to my attention, fifty or so heads swing around and all attempt to make eye contact with me at the same time.
Blithering idiots, I see my hostess address my entrance.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please raise your glasses for the arrival of Rosalina Vimentah, the reason for the tremendous success and capital gains made over the last 10 years!" She announces with forced passion, bless her.
I sweep my vision across them and give them the signature "Vimentah" smile. Glasses raze across the room and a round of applause rings out, I know everyone's face here, I hate all of them. My hostess knows I don't like these things and doesn't drag out the introduction, she knows I don't need it anyway.
The closest to me approach casually, they hold their drinks in as elaborate or "posh" way as possible, beverage grip is important apparently. I think Duncan is sticking his little finger out on purpose, what a pompous prick.
"Gentleman! I trust the wine is to your liking?" I ask, knowing i've picked the cheapest shit here for these chumps, funny how the cheapest and most expensive taste the same when the labels are switched.
"Wonderful!" Duncan calls out, this fat lipped son-of-a-bitch sold his parents honest, hard working mining company out and bought an automated division, firing all the staff and replacing them with drones, he's had some teething issues but he's rolling in it now. His parents disowned him for it though, they were Nomads who wanted to create jobs for their local community, he trampled over that for more money. He's disgusting and he wants to sleep with me. I think 80% of the guests here would sell their entire company for a night with me, that sounds extreme and a little up myself, even for me, right? But no word of a lie, Duncan said that to me two years ago, he was a little heavy on the ancient whiskey and let some feelings slip, I was pretty gone too but my assistants caught him saying it, they write down everything said at these things, you have no idea how useful that is.
So I have terrible Duncan under my finger now, i'd flick him away but he has friends at the table and i'm not going to let my personal hatred of fuck-boy Duncan ruin my reputation as an impartial and professional woman of business. So I tolerate his pathetic attempt at small talk with a smile and flirt a little with him, no need to cut the string just yet.
I see an ocean of custom tailored suits ahead of me, each fitted perfectly to the venomous sack of crap that bought it. I will have to said hello to all of them come the end of the night. A waiter comes around with a tray of drinks and I immediately reach for the strongest one.
"Woah! Easy there girl, night is still early yet!" Duncan laughs, seeing me do it.
"Unfortunately." I whisper back, pretending i'm talking about everyone but Duncan, he thinks its a in-joke between us. Duncan my friend, you are the joke. Seriously, i've have rescinded this man's invitation long ago, but he has a knack for finding anomalous materials and that brings serious money in that not even I can ignore. I move to the next group after parting ways with the previous, at least everyone understands that I need to keep moving, nothing worse than a party guest who turns the night into a party quest to take up as much time as possible. Speaking of which...
"Rosa! I had to cancel some last minute plans to arrive but so glad I made it!" She leans forward and gives me a generous hug around the shoulders, I arranged this six months ago you bumbling prick, there was nothing last minute about it at all.
"Goodness Liekna, i'm so sorry about that, nothing important I hope?" I fake deep concern, I couldn't give a damn what Liekna does. She's an equine breed, I see the bulge in her dress every year, she makes no attempt to hide her manhood with her form clinging dress, she's proud of it. Considering the amount of people shes fucked over, I suppose it fits thematically. She'd talk my ear off when she's had a few, i'm going to avoid her as hard as possible.
