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another day had swiftly gone by as you were headed towards the bus stop.
it was the same as usual. and you were more than relieved to finally go home.
upon arriving at the bus stop, you noticed another car parking nearby. it was a black limousine and your first thought was that it belonged to somebody rich.
the limousine's door opened and a tall lady walked out. you immediately averted your gaze to the ground as a sudden wave of terror swarmed over you. your entire body stiffened and you couldn't figure out why.
as you heard her approach you, the tense feeling in your stomach worsened.
once there was only a few inches left between the two of you, she flashed you a serene smile. one that you couldn't clearly see as your eyes were still looking down. "you must be y/n," the lady spoke.
your eyes widened as you took a step back instinctively, "how do you know my name?"
"you're tartaglia's partner, yes?" she replied. her voice was calm yet sharp.
you nodded at her, still refusing to look up. "that's true, but who are you?"
"i'm the ceo of fatui inc, you may call me tsaritsa."
you held in a gasp. you could've never imagined yourself meeting the ceo of a company. especially at a bus stop.
but how did she know who you were? or how you looked like? did childe tell her? or perhaps one of the others did.
"it's a pleasure to meet you," you smiled, holding out your hand to shake hers.
as she shook your hand, you felt a chill run down your spine. in fact, everything about this lady was cold.
her hands, her demeanor, her way of speaking, even her gaze on you. heck you couldn't even properly look her in the eyes.
and that was ironic coming from somebody who held a cryo vision. perhaps she also had a cryo vision.
"it's a pleasure to meet you as well," she reciprocated. "tell me y/n, where are you headed to?"
"i'm headed home. i just finished work," you replied, making sure your tone was quieter than hers. since the last thing you wanted right now, was to somehow offend her.
"ah," the lady tilted her head a bit, "how did a nice lady like you get with tartaglia?"
you found her question to be odd but answered regardless. "through a dating app."
