pride and protégé - odilia x constance
Jan 20, 2024 10:01:11 GMT -5
Post by parsnip on Jan 20, 2024 10:01:11 GMT -5
Constance Fear
"A state of Constance Fear...? Who the hell thought of that?" She recalled privately, slamming down a freshly printed news article which detailed her speech during her campaign. She then read further down and leant into the desk to narrow her eyes on the praise that it had received. "Well... I suppose... It's not that bad then." She hummed, standing to head directly to the door which overlooked a factory floor of typing staff, all hammering away at their keypads in order to fulfil the campaign target. Victory, no matter the damage to your digits was Constance's exact words the week before.
She leant over the balcony that overlooked her workers, tapped the small overhead speaker thrice, and gripped the radio-esque device used to broadcast her joyous wording.
"Good morning all, and welcome to your overtime shift. As you know, you've worked exceptionally hard to enact various campaign goals for not only me, but to achieve promotion when (and if) the time comes for my ascension to mayorhood. Now, with the election speech a wild success, the time has come for rewards to be issued. Might the writer of this terrific speech come to my office, swiftly. Kind regards, Constance."
She'd added the kind regards in a sweet yet strange way. It was her thing, apparently, as though she was dictating another letter that they were used to typing. Instead, she barked orders from above which was far from unusual, if not a daily occurrence. She returned to her brightly lit office chair and awaited the lucky individual who wrote, or claims to have written, her election speech.
