[h1][i][b][u][center]Clothes for an Unlikely Pair[/center][/u][/b][/i][/h1]
[center][i]Adéla, Calder[/i][/center]
[center]Day -8, Afternoon[/center]

“I figured we’d start the day off by buying out a business or two.” Adéla grinned, gesturing to the huge and obnoxiously colored building in front of them with a huge stylized bowl of what looked like some sort of stiry fry above the door. “Since what could be more fun than throwing an abusive CEO out on his ass?” She grinned, flashing a credstick, “Really, we could set up a nice little moneymaking operation for ourselves down here.” Beginning her walk towards the building she looked back, “The guy who owns this chain likes to give his employees half shifts and then use that as an excuse not to pay them full time, et-cetera. Its headquarters, which we’re at, has an excellent fusion buffet - though to be fair so do the rest of them. This one is the best though.”

“Is robbing the man after the acquisition is done out of the question? Doesn’t seem to be any point in rewarding him for his bad behavior.” Calder said rather nonchalantly as he followed Adéla towards the rather gaudy store. Calder wasn’t exactly what you’d call a great defender of the weak and poor, but violation a contract is serious business with a fae, and fae born. So crushing a man who violated contracts on whim, was a natural reaction for Calder, he didn’t even realize that here doing so had legal ramifications that were unique to the mortal realm. Calder decided to follow Adéla’s lead on this bit, since she knew more about the town and it’s workings, and the business in question, than he did.

“Well, we can’t rob him. But I am considering forcing him into a minimum wage entry level position, with specific provisions in place to prevent him getting a raise, and forcing him to work the same halftime shifts. See how he likes that.” Adéla tossed the credstick in the air, catching it by one end each time, a grin of pure condensed malevolence on her face. 

Sweeping her coat over the hand cannon tucked into her belt, she strode into the building like she owned it - which, in all likelihood, she soon would. Heading for an elevator, she punched in the numbers she’d looked up in the car, taking them straight to the office of the franchise’s CEO. “Scumsucking asshole floor!” She announced brightly, walking for the door that lead to the man’s office. “Anything you need to say before we turn this guy’s world upside down?” She asked, looking up at Calder. 

“There might be a small hitch in your plan. How will pay this man for his business, and then force him into such a demeaning position?” Won’t he simply … what is the word… retire? I like my plan better. Why won’t my plan work? It would make yours easier to pull off, and we could reinvest the money into our new establishment, so what’s the issue?” Calder was having difficulty seeing this from the mortal angle, he’d been in the fae courts for far too much of his life to break the thought patterns easily, and business meant very different things on opposing sides of the mirror. For Calder this was a straight forward take over, you took what you wanted from who you wanted. You started nice enough to keep them from fighting back or damaging the goods you desired, then you move them out of the way, permanently if possible, so that your new assets could thrive and bring in secure profits. 

“Well, mainly out of a sense of poetic justice. Forcing the guy to work the same hellish hours for practically nothing like he did all his employees - it’s so perfect. Honestly I would be all in favor of robbing him, but that would cause some issues with law enforcement.” She patted the hand cannon on her hip, “Worst comes to worst however, I’ve got decades of experience in faking crime scenes.” Folding her coat back over it, she put a hand on the door handle, “Anything else?” 

Calder thought for a moment, wondering if he’d missed anything. It was rather likely, this being a spur of the moment ideal. He shrugged his massive shoulders and shook his head. “I can not think of nothing more. Let us begin our industrial empire, with this small gesture. I’ll let you handle the niceties.” Calder took a deep breath and set himself up for a good time. Here he’d watch and learn, with the next company he’d take a more active role in its acquisition.

Adéla nodded, turning the handle on the door and marching briskly into the room. “Mr. Cameron. Say hello to the future owners of your business, your estate, and the clothes on your back. My name is Adéla, this is Calder. I don’t know if you’ve received a notification yet, but I just purchased seventy percent of available stocks for your company, and I’m here to ‘discuss terms’ for the remaining thirty percent. Any last words before you have a tragic accident?” She flashed him a winning smile, “Don’t bother calling for security. It won’t do any good.”

Calder stepped in behind Adéla, and closed the door quietly, before taking the slight precaution of dampening any escaping sounds by frosting the door and its frame, sealing the room, and creating a small but potent buffer to distort sounds, coming or going. Then he turned as he was introduced and grinned menacingly, or was it brightly? It’d probably look about the same honestly. He said nothing, but was ready to deny the man a means of escape, should that prove necessary.

Adéla didn’t really need Calder as backup, but he certainly helped with the intimidation factor. “So here’s how this is going to work. We buy your company. You retire and live to a ripe old age with the insane amount of money you’ve ripped out of your employees’ hands.” She grinned at him, malevolent fire burning in her eyes. Pushing a piece of paper she produced from a coat towards him, she pulled a pen from an ornate mug full of them, clicking it open and laying it gently on the form. “If you would be so kind?”

The man stared at her wide eyed, looking between her and Calder. His eyes seemed to regain focus as she pushed the form towards him, and he scoffed, fixing her with a contemptuous glare. “And who the fuck are you, bitch?” 

Adéla smirked, caressing his face with a soft hand, “Don’t you remember? I’m one of the future owners of your business, your estate, and the clothes on your back!” She pulled the credstick from her pocket, laying it gently on the table as she pushed the paper form at him again. “Check it and see. I think you’ll find that while it may be a bit of a low bid, I make a very… [i]tempting[/i] bargain.” With practiced ease she leaned forward, letting her loose shirt open up slightly to give the man a rather… [url=https://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2014/11/hall-fame-30.jpg]appreciable view[/url], while at the same time letting her coat fall off to the side to reveal the grip of the miniature howitzer on her hip. 

Cameron looked down at the credstick and his face contorted in rage - right up until he looked back up and his eyes widened. Gulping, he looked between the titillating view he was suddenly provided with and the portable artillery on the hip of the very same woman. Cleavage, potential doom - cleavage… but also potential doom. 

Adéla had to hold back a snicker at the man’s unsure reaction. It was obvious he’d never been confronted with a situation like this - used to getting his way whenever he wanted and never being on the receiving ends of some demands. When she confronted him with some, he apparently had no idea how to react. It was rather adorable really - or, would’ve been if the man wasn’t a price gouging ass who stole his employees’ pay. 

She put an arm around his neck, drawing ever closer to the flustered CEO. He seemed paralyzed, which suited her just fine as she walked behind him, slipping a small syringe from a pouch on the interior of one of her pockets, pushing the almost invisibly thin needle into Cameron’s neck and injecting its contents in a snap second before slipping it back into its pouch in one smooth motion. 

It took a few moments for the drug to take effect, and she walked around the spacious office, audibly admiring the aesthetics. For some reason she lingered by the window, stroking the sides of it… surprisingly methodically. By the time she had finished however, Cameron was as docile as a lamb. “Now,” she cooed, sashaying back over to the desk, “would you kindly sign this form?” Adéla’s eyes sparkled with malevolent delight as Cameron complied, blinking sleepily as he smiled at her.

“Anything else?” He asked, again blinking in a drugged stupor. 

“Yes actually, just one more form…” She produced a second piece of paper, laying it triumphantly in front of him. “I just need you to sign this, and I’ll be [i]very[/i] happy.” She winked at him, and the man promptly seized the pen on the table, jotting down his name and sealing his fate. 

“Now…” her voice instantly lowered to a husky, seductive whisper. “Come over here, I feel… frisky~” She led him over to the window, swaying her hips as she let her coat fall to the floor. The drugged man eagerly followed her, a grin breaking out on his face as she caressed his chin, drawing his lips closer to hers as she cradled the back of his head…

And pushed him into the window. Instead of holding like it should’ve, the piece of pane glass wobbled and broke free of its mounting, plummeting several stories down to the cold, hard ground below and taking the former CEO with it. 

Scooping up her coat and bundling the papers she’d had Cameron sign into a spacious pouch sewn into the interior she rushed past Calder, “Time to go. Don’t worry about the cameras,” she pulled a small device from another pocket, “electromagnetic interference, they’ll get nothing but static. And we in turn will get his company, and since he has no genetic heirs plus some poor wording in his will, we’ll be getting his entire estate as well.” She grinned, “Remember how I said we wouldn’t be robbing him? Well, it isn’t robbing if it’s all legal and you’re technically inheriting something, now is it?”

Calder watched the proceeding events, with particular interest, though he’d have some issue applying the lesson in subversion personally, there were other ways to apply today’s lesson. As the man fell from the room, he flicked his left hand and any mark left by the syringe, small as it was, vanished with the simple and very basic healing spell. That was the only action he took in the entire episode, aside from performing a smart about face, removing the icy layer over the door, and following his partner in business, the sinister, or was it eager, smile still on his face. As they left the building, Calder stopped a moment to consider the events in their totality. “You would like my mother I think. Where to next, my ever so enticing partner?”

“Oh, that's a question I've been thinking over right after I decided on this place.” She cackled, walking back to the car. "This should be fun."