Sitting alone in a private room of a high-class lounge, you praised Uwak for getting the job done but the system wasn't the least bit pleased. You only had two tasks and you managed to not only stop either but even pushed one into happening. (You even forced this virgin system to record such a dirty scene!)
In contrast to the system that ran around in circles like a chicken with no head, you calmly thanked the waiter that brought in your coffee.
You took a sip of your coffee then startled.
The system cheered. Did you finally come to your senses?
You raised the cup. "That's some good coffee."
System: (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
It thought its Host was competent, turns out she's just crazy!
[Host, please, this is no time for drinking coffee. You only have a month before this body perishes!]
You let out a deep, winding breath, almost in a mocking fashion. The system prepared itself for another insult.
Instead you took another sip of coffee.
"In the novel, the company failed out of the blue. No discussion, no reason. The second female lead graduated at the top of her business class and was personally taught by her grandfather, the man who started the family business. She was talented, so why the sudden collapse? The simple answer is because that's what the author wanted. The true answer is because there are three people leeching off the company resources.
"Leech number one is the father. He's a useless man whose talent lies on spending money on booze and women." According to the memories, he holds 30% of the shares while his daughter, who does the actual work, only holds 28%. The rest were divided among the board.
"Leech number two is the mother. She spends more in a day than what most people do in a lifetime." Her bank records from last night alone had a bill for a 5 million USD custom-made pearl necklace. You already froze all her accounts. She's been calling you nonstop ever since, so you blocked her number.
"The third leech is still under investigation but—" Your phone buzzed. "Oh, speak of the devil. Our P.I. works fast." You opened the email they sent you.
[This is...!]
"Yep. I suspected that there's a rat in the firm and had someone look into it. The chief information officer is working with a rival company. All the proof we need is right here."
[Perfect then that means we can finish this mission quickly!]
"Eh, why the rush, I'm still savoring my coffee."
[...]
"I'm kidding. We can't kick her out yet, we're not done investigating."
[You said all the proof was in that email.]
"Yes, proof about her embezzlement and dealings with the rival, I have another hypothesis that needs to be confirmed. But more than that, I still need people to think that the business is in trouble, especially Lucifer."
You finished the rest of the coffee and went back in the car. Instead of turning on the radio, you had Uwak play AC/DC's greatest hits.
Once a magnificent, world-hopping system, now a freaking MP3 player; the system wept soundlessly.
While you sang Highway to Hell, the male lead was currently being bombarded. He wanted to go straight to your office but was caught by paparazzi that were soon joined by journalists. He hid himself in the restroom and tried calling MC but kept getting voicemail. Then he tried calling his grandfather but he didn't pick up either. He debated whether to call your mother, to ask about you, but that woman always gave him a bad feeling. She openly gaped at him and when she shook hands with him, she would hold on a little longer than necessary.
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QT: The Secondary Character Counterattacks (Obey Me! characters x Reader)
FanfictionYou open your eyes one day and find that you're already dead. But instead of Heaven or Hell, you find yourself bound to a mysterious voice ... [I'm the Secondary Character Grievance Delivery System and now that your physical body is dead we're bound...