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[h2][color=red]Akane Yurei[/color][/h2][/center]

Akane sat behind her desk in her plush, blossom-decorated chair, throwing a fit.

[color=red]“...but why is there still paperwork! In this day and age! PAPER! WORK!”[/color] She was shouting. [color=red]“Mariiiisaaaa, my hand hurts!”[/color] She complained.

Marisa, the unlucky one to get assigned as Akane’s secretary, sighed and wondered, not for the first time how this woman ever made it into the top brass. She pushed up her glasses and called through the open door, from the other room. “You know why. Some of this is classified material. A piece of paper is much easier to keep track of, and dispose of, then digital bits and bytes. ...ma’am.” The last word came out with all the professionalism the woman could muster. Which made it more pointed than mere snark.

The white haired woman pouted. [color=red]“Ooh. You know how much I hate being called ‘ma’am’. It makes me feel old.”[/color]

“Yes ma’am. Please let me get back to work.”

[color=red]Yeah but...”[/color] She sniffed and gazed mournfully upon the piles of paper that covered her desk. [color=red]“There’s so much. Electronics make signing so much easier. And this is so old fashioned. Why don’t we just carve things on tablets of stone instead?!”[/color]

“Because they don’t stack well. Speaking of stacks.”

[i]WHAM![/i]

A stack of papers hit her desk with a vindictive thud.

“Here’s another.”

[color=red]“Nooooo...”[/color] Akane wailed.

[i]Boom.[/i]

A jarring concussive thud shuddered through the facility. Some plaster fell the the ceiling and a stack of papers fell over. 

Both women instinctively looked up. [color=red]“Another GMG?”[/color] Akane asked, suddenly serious.

Her secretary still gazed at the ceiling. “Indeed. There’s been more and more lately. Damn monsters.”

Inwardly Akane sighed. Outwardly, just she looked concerned. [color=red]“Do you know which one?”[/color] 

“Hm...I think the chatter on the line said it was the one we call Terrorkeet.”

Akane nearly dropped her pen. Yeshua?! What was that fool girl doing?  [color=red][i]Ooh just you wait. I’m going to give you a thorough haranguing when I next see you.[/i][/color] She should know better than to cause trouble, especially here! But...she wasn’t normally the violent sort. Was something amiss?

Well. The answer was moot. There was nothing she could do right now, buried under work.

She sighed, and laid back in her chair. [color=red]“Aww. I guess that means all the clothing shops will be closed. So inconvenient...”[/color]

Marisa rolled her eyes at her boss and coughed. “Well, if that’s all, I have work of my own to get done. By your leave, ma’am.” She turned to the door.

[color=red]“Hey, Marisa?”[/color]

She stopped and turned around slowly.

Akane gave her a winsome smile. [color=red]”Could you be a dear and get me some tea? Doughnuts too, please?”[/color]

A slow sigh. “Yes ma’am.” She left, closing the door.

After she left, Akane relaxed. That should take a little while. She felt bad for putting Marisa through so much. The secretary was rather cute, maybe Akane could do something for her to make it up. But, such things where necessary. Now she could actually get some work done.

She flexed her fingers and picked up the pen. Then she started filling out forms at with superhuman speed. Her pen and eyes flicked across the page after page, comprehending and writing at an astonishing rate.

Being a Kitsune had its perks.

Ten minutes later, Marisa came back with coffee and doughnuts in hand. She unlocked the door and found Akane fast asleep on the desk, pen in hand, poised to write. To her left was a significant amount of paperwork, done. Although, there was still an inch-high stack on the right.

“Sleeping on the job. Only you.” She shook her head and set the food down. She leaned over and nudged her boss. “Hey, wakey wakey.”

With a little cajoling, and a shot of caffeine, Akane was back to work, only complaining a little and mostly under her breath. Marisa also went back to her work, boss placated. Though, she couldn’t blame her. The surge in GMG attacks had everyone working overtime, and this newest one only promised more work. Marisa settled in and put her boss’s idiosyncrasies out of her head.