Dead Gorgeous (Mori Calliope x OC) A Hololive Fanfic *Completed*

[SEASON 1] Chapter 2

A week later

When I'd submitted my application letter, I made the grave mistake of adding an extra s to my surname and even un-capitalized my first name upon submission. I had to run to the nearest Internet café and beg a kid to stop playing Valorant so I could print a duplicate with an updated version. The place was already full and my apartment wasn't in close proximity. The landmarks consisted only of noodle shops and knick-knack stores.

A dog peed on my shoes too and thank the heavens they were black shoes!

It was hard to imagine being promoted from a lower-level position to a higher one right away. I didn't consider myself a morose person and whenever I made decisions, I'd make it a point to never be irresolute with them. It was just me. I knew the finality in my choices. Jail time makes one person think critically but it's a hidden benefit. The viciously corrupted groups there no longer had the limelight of blessing on them and they lost their sense of reason.

Luckily, my goal was different. When I came out of the womb that was prison, my goal was to be a better person than I was last year.

Never did I imagine to get promoted. Some of my co-workers even patted me on the back and visited my cubicle for a quick snack. With 206 bones of my body, I receive yet another person congratulating me on the promotion. Any moment now I was going to imagine confetti bursting from the roof if they continued being this encouraging.

"Congrats Clay! Good job! Good job! We'll be rooting for you! You're finally going to move tomorrow!" Another co-worker, Eri, shook her fists in excitement like she was holding maracas.

"Haha... Thanks Eri... You're the... I can't count anymore how many but thank you..." I scratched the back of my head, wondering how I was going to arrange all my things into order to another room since my position has now shifted vastly. For starters, I began rummaging through my stuff, finding out which was important and which could be discarded.

"Mori Calliope, huh?" I nodded at Eri, shutting down my computer and patting the top of the monitor. You did good, buddy. Eri sighed, placing her chin on the short stature of my cubicle. "I'm not going to lie, I'm envious. You get to have your own room now. We representatives? We get five meter cubicles with someone snoring at other side from watching too much anime."

I'll still go back to my apartment after work though. That's how it always is.

If Eri had gotten the promotion, I would have been jealous too but it would only go there and never beyond. The business prioritized respect for each individual and the accolades that rained on them. I'd call myself a low-level social worker, only relying on a network of connections and brainstorming with a group about how to boost the corporation's sales.

We'd never really get a chance to meet the idols in-person unless we had to join them on specific days for other ventures. And those were exceedingly few and far in between. The idols would be accompanied by their own hired personnel and us bugs would be at the bottom, planning projects and suggesting them to the board. Selling their products were a part of the job too. Though there are exceptions that idols plan their own events too.

"Just be careful around Mori Calliope, Clay." Eri warned me.

"Context?" I toss her a water bottle from underneath my drawers.

She took a gulp, wiping the water from her lips before speaking. "I heard she really goes all-out when she works. Necessarily, it's not a bad thing but those who work with her tend to get left behind."