A Business Proposal (Neuvillette x Fem! Reader)

Unplanned and Helpless

It's night, and after work, Monsieur Quintin grunts as he hits the golf ball at the golf course, letting off some steam.

"Nice shot, Monsieur Quintin," his friend said.

"Why won't it go straight just once? Damn it! Give me a break here!" Quintin yells, frustrated.

His friend and mistress approach him.

"Come on, you're just stressed because of the chairwoman's favoritism over her son," his mistress tries to cheer him up.

"Yeah, everyone knows that you were the first in line to take over as president," his friend agrees.

"So what if this little prick snatches it away?" his friend said.

"The important thing is we're all still behind you, Monsieur Quintin. Ah, maybe this will help you loosen up and relax, huh?" his coworker said as he smirks and hands him a box.

"What's this? What's with the wicked smile? Getting some really creepy vibes from you, huh?" Quintin said, smirking back at his coworker.

"Ta-da!"

They all look inside the box, where stacks upon stacks of mora, probably around 1 million.

"All are in 50,000 bills, and the rest is in your trunk," he whispers.

They all laugh at the sight of money, unknowing to them someone approaches them while bouncing a golf ball with their golf club. After hitting it with ease, it flew past the group of corrupted managers and landed inside the hole in one shot.

"Oooh."

"It's in! That was amazing!" Quintin exclaimed, laughing happily.

"Wow, look at that! Goodness, but who the hell was that? Where are your manners?" Quintin said as he turned around, only to see President Neuvilette walking towards them, holding a golf club resting on his shoulder.

Quintin immediately passed the box with money over to his friend behind his back so that the president didn't see what he was holding.

"It's been a long time, Monsieur Quintin."

Quintin scoffs, "Well, Neuvilette, I'm sorry, I mean President Neuvilette. What, did you get lost on your way to your event?" he says sarcastically.

"I heard you've been working hard."

"Getting kickbacks from old friends, relatives, and even your mistress, selling contracts for partnership deals," Neuvilette cuts him off, listing all the bad things he has been doing.

"Hold it, hold it. Just wait, I have no idea where you have been getting all these rumors."

"That D-lister nephew of yours—you made him the face of your ad campaign. I saw it at the airport," Neuvilette said.

"Oh, about that? You know—"

"You thought it was okay to take advantage of this business since the chairwoman turns a blind eye to what you do," Neuvilette said, taking a step forward while menacingly looking him in the eye.

Quintin gulps and tries to deny the rumors, "President Neuvilette, it's not like that."

"I've been inattentive to company matters, spending so much time in Sumeru. I intend to pay closer attention from now on," Neuvilette said in a serious tone, looking down at Quintin.

"I'll see you tomorrow then, Monsieur Quintin," Neuvilette said while smiling. Then, quick as lightning, the smile drops as he leaves them standing there speechless.

"Come on, President Neuvilette!" Quintin sighs, calling after him, but he was ignored.

"Wait, let's just talk!" Quintin tries to follow after him.