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many times ever since she started working there. She was always told to have been a model instead, having the figure and the looks to be featured on the latest advertisements, due to her strict diet and her face never being under a knife. The beauty mark on the left side of her lower lip–and her naturally red hair that was always braided on both sides–made her even more desired to be up on the billboards.
    Demeitri used to live that life, being the same way — as if he was sculpted for display in an art gallery. It wasn’t too long ago; him being the owner of Sindri Corporation for five years now and barely hitting thirty the previous month. The other members of the United American Congress never tell him about their meetings. If it wasn’t for the informate organization he hired, that has a network of spies within everyone else's mainframes, he would never be able to get there in time and put in his vote. It didn’t mean much to them, but it meant the world to Demeitri.
    Ever since the attack on Mars, having a part in deciding today meant more than anything.
    “Lit Electronics seems to be in the middle of a speech, sir,” Valerie said in her soft voice. Adjusting her digi-glasses nervously, she always worried about Demeitri scolding her for asking first. Thankfully, her well chiseled face was able to stay stone stiff after him showing his temper plenty of times prior.
    Demeitri sat back in his throne, looking off to the side at one of his prized stuffed grizzly bears — a long lost treasure that was worth more money than he could bother hearing the price of. Switching his crossed legs, he nodded and swished a hand towards the holosphere in the center of his office. “Go right ahead, my dear. It’s probably something useless like power shortages or whatever hoo-haa he likes to go on about theses days.”
    “Of course. Patching you in now.” Pressing the last button and closing her wrist screen with the ball of a fist, a strange grin escaped her plump lips. “I’ll be here, awaiting orders.”
    Demeitri shifted his head to the side as the screen flickered to life, the digital cubes arranging themselves to create a line up of emblems — one for each corporation attending the special meeting. His silk suit was not needed–since he wouldn’t be shown–but he wouldn’t be caught dead without his typical appearance. Being the sole owner of one of the most essential businesses in the entire world meant he had to be respected, both how he portrayed his company and more importantly: how he portrayed himself. The emblem for Lit Electronics was at the center, enlarged and blinking to show that it was them on the “stage”. The aged female voice spoke slowly and with all of the time in the world. It took her a while before she noticed the new emblem appearing on her side.
    “... We are in the middle of developing shields capable of deflecting human weapons, but we don’t have the capabilities of producing any that can protect entire cities, nor ones that can withstand Niflheim engineered weaponry for that matter. Converting our resources to focus on such achievements is not only undesirable but also unavailing. And furthermore — oh, Sindri… how unexpected for you to appear at this meeting.”
    “I’m just here to enjoy the chatter,” Demeitri said with an eyebrow raised. “Don’t mind me. Continue on about all the things you can never do and making excuses for each and every one of them.”
    “Such comments are not appreciated, Sindri,” the spokesperson for Lit Electronics scolded.
    “Someone get this joker out of here,” the speaker for Nybling Bank interrupted. His voice fast and booming out in a loud growl. It was all during a quick exhale, making it known that whoever was talking was a smoker.
    Demeitri knew exactly who it was, looking to the side to hide his scoff. “I’m allowed to be here, Childebrand.” He got up, walking over to stand before his desk. “I’m guessing you forgot all