Infinium B.O.D. Evaluation - Kyrie Inerva

### Vader:

6:15. AM. Early as usual. I couldn't help but smile as I checked my watch. The meeting doesn't start until 7:30 so, ideally, we have plenty of time. Mr. De'Marco said he will be a few minutes behind me of course. I assume he is off to find some sort of alcohol to make this meeting run 'smooth.' I easily got everything is set up in just few minutes, actually one of my fastest times on record! I have no doubts in my mind that the *other* two will be late. I let out an audible groan. I swear all three of these directors should be replaced by new people who are far more competent than these clowns. Oh well, I suppose it can't be helped.

Five minutes have passed and there is still no sign of Mr. De'Marco, or his signature scent of booze. I rolled my eyes at the thought. I am starting to worry that he fell down the stairs again. I just don't understand the man! He can waltz around drunk as can be and still pretend that he is a sort of professional. The man is a complete joke. I often contemplate poisoning his drink. Note: Take this off record.

### Dex:

It's 6:30 already? Oh my, we are going to run late again! Oh no, I am so sure that we are going to get a lecture from Vader as soon as we walk in the door. The man is way too harsh. But Mr. Royce assured me that there would be no problem if we left a little later than normal. But, as much as I want to believe him and what he says... he often miscalculates time. So here I am, having a small panic attack. Some crazy thought have even entered my head. Such as: 'What if Inerva beats us there?' Oh no, That would not look good for us at all!

I made sure to ask him, "Could you imagine that Mr. Royce?" Needless to say, he wasn't very happy about that idea. I could feel the tension in the air the whole ride over.

### Mary:

It's exactly 6:40 as I walk into Kyrie's office only to find her passed out, laying on her keyboard. I can't help but smile at her. Oh lord is she cute. Here she is, forty minutes from having to leave for what could possibly be one of the biggest days this year, and she doesn't even act any different. I have to be honest, I absolutely love that about her. But her desk is a mess and if she doesn't clean it up when we get back, I am going to brew her next pot of coffee with NO sweetener. I definitely need to wake her up so I guess I have to shake her awake and yell that her hard copy notes are on fire.

She quickly jumped up and started to freak out "What the hell do you mean? How can they be on fire!? They're in the safe!" The panic in her face was clearly apparent and I tried my hardest to keep a straight face, but I totally lost it and ended up getting punched for laughing so hard at her. I started to blush. It was totally worth it!

### Dex:

6:45! Thank the heavens we finally arrived! Well, the heavens didn't really have anything to do with it so much as Mr. Royce telling the driver that if he didn't drive faster, that he would be deported to The Wastelands before the weekend. I sighed. I didn't think it was very polite, and I made a strong effort to let Mr. Royce know. But he just gave me one of his usual eye rolls and said "I'll make a note of it." I um, never see him make any notes as that's kind of sort of my job but I definitely don't want to call him a liar. Oh well Dexter, get over it, move along! Mr Royce spent a while talking to the nice lady at the beverage bar downstairs. It was nice to see him forget about his ex wife for a moment. At about 6:54 We walked into the conference room and before Mr. Royce could sit down, Vader was all over him with the 20 questions. I wish that man would just relax! 'Mr. Royce doesn't work for you Vader, so... go... be somewhere else, please!'

I tried my best to ignore it and focus on setting up our talking points. I have to make sure we get everything right.

### Mary:

It's 07:01 when I finally manage get her up and moving. I'm not backing down today! I try and get her to reluctantly agree to wear a proper shirt today. She doesn't seemed pleased with my persistence today, but today is different than a normal day. Not to mention I have to see... Vader. That scheming little bastard. I've always wondered what he would be like if I held him down and forced as much booze down his throat as his useless excuse for a boss drinks! I'm sure that would get that stupid grin off of his face. I started to cackle to myself out loud. Oh or maybe he would just drown in it. Perrrfect... Great, now I'm getting excited instead of making sure Kyrie gets ready. At this rate, we'll easily be 15 minutes late. Not that I particularly mind being late. It's sort of the thing I have gotten used to while working with her. I just really hope Dex, that fake little brown noser, doesn't say anything to me, or I may have to take my simple consideration of cutting out his tongue and make it a reality. I would love to see him try to say something after that. That, and just watch him bleed.

### Mary:

There it is, it's 07:24 and Kyrie is just putting on her coat. I keep telling her that she doesn't need it. I told her she does NOT need a lab coat to go sit down in a chair for a while the parasites that call themselves "directors" attempt to lay down some sort of "rules or regulations" on us. I couldn't help but giggle at that thought. If they think they can change anything so long as I am alive, they are going to be sorely mistaken.
We finally manage to leave and quickly fast travel to Einbrook. Neither of us have a Portkey to the meeting building, I should really should remind myself to get us a pair of them so it's not a long walk from the Gate to the building. But honestly I find it enjoyable being able to just casually walk beside, and often behind because Kyrie's walks so fast. I let out a very audible sigh hoping she would hear it and ask me about it. I just want to hold her hand when we walk together...

### Mary:

It's 07:59 when we finally show up at the conference room and Kyrie walks in before me, with this adorable smirk on her face. I know that smirk, it's the kind she gets when she is making plans or about to stir up trouble. Of course she isn't going to tell me what she was thinking, but I know there is something going on. I walked in and looked around. Small room, just 4 of them. I could easily grab Kyrie's summoner rings and and let loose Jet Kitten to obliterate the first one to question the fact that Kyrie just took two chairs. I walked over and Kyrie pushed one out to me and gave me this look that was a mix of anger, excitement, and boredom all at the same time. I blushed a little bit at her being kind enough to give me a chair.

### Vader

8'clock. Half an hour late, as usual. In fact, it's right on schedule for Inerva and Song. I had to make a continuous conscious effort to avoid starring at her, but Mary always catches my eyes. She's absolutely beautiful and she just carries herself with this aura of sunshine grace. She never bothers to look at me, but today I think I'll get the chance to talk to her and tell her what I feel. There's something that always stumps me and I just don't get it. How is such a beautiful and carefree person cursed to be stuck working with a lowlife like Kyrie Inerva? Oh! Let's not get distracted.
Now that they are finally here I stood up from where I was sitting and walked closer to the two ladies.
"Well well well, late as usual! Come on Inerva, with the creation and easy access to such great technology, you would think you would be able to show up on time with the ability to TELEPORT"

### Dex

Oh my. They are going to go at it again, I just know it. Inerva is going to go yell at them about something. Then Mrs. Song will intervene and stop them. This always happens! --- add more

### Mary

As soon as the words left Vader's disgusting putrid mouth, I saw Kyrie get this huge smirk across her face. Oh how I love and hate that smirk... Kyrie stood up, and I followed. "Kyrie, please.." I asked with as much honey in my voice as I could. When I spoke I could see Vader's perverted eyes fall on me. Without a second thought, Kyrie shot me a glance and said to me "Mary. Sit down and be quiet. Now."

Swoon! She gave me that look and I melted. I *love love love **love*** when Kyrie talks to me like that. It makes me feel so... powerless and under her control. It makes me a little weak to hear that... that... ferocity in her voice. Ugh. Sometimes, I feel like I should disobey just so she will yell at me. Oh. I mean. Uh.... "Sorry Ma'am" I quickly said. I gave a small bow and returned to my seat.

### vader ??

Kyrie sighed and looked right at Vader. Was she going to do it!? Was she going to hit him? Oh how I want to see him squirm and cry in pain. I want to watch him bleed. The next second, she was in his face. With a short range teleport she had move from one end of the room to the other in less than two milliseconds. "OH! Like THAT?" Kyrie shouted, right into his face. He looked terrified! I had to stop myself from laughing abruptly.

"Oh, I'm sorry... Vader, was it? Let me tell you something." Kyrie paused and took a step back. I couldn't help but stare at her. She is so cute when she was mad. Which, now that I really think about, is quite often. "I. Don't. *Fucking*. Care. I run the entire Science and R&D Division. I don't have *time* to be on time."