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In an office room that sits on the 69th floor of DisCity’s largest gem manufacturing company called “Sitri’s Treasure Hunting” or STH company for short, is our captivating, generous, pink hair cat-lover, and everyone’s favorite sugar mama, Countess Chelsea.
Rumor has it that the CEO had named and created the company after her favorite pink panther, Sitri, whom she had raised ever since she was a child.
The company is located in DisCity’s most fertile gem mine, stretching over 3 mountains and 8 rivers. Surprisingly enough, the CEO, Chelsea, had declared that the public is allowed to “hunt” for gems for a small fee. Apparently, some CEOS of other giant gem companies somehow pissed her off and her operation was a whole big ‘fuck you’ to the big companies that were getting land and making it private, hiding it away from the public, and therefore harming the natural ecosystem due to over-mining. Greedy fucks.
*ahem* Enough about that, let’s zoom back to Chelsea.
“Hahhh…” the cat-lover sighed; her head slumped into her left palm resting on her office desk as she held up a small crystal gem between her fingers. “So bored..”
“…Countess, please sit up properly. As CEO, you must set a model for your employees.” A voice hesitantly spoke up beside her - Alicia, her diligent naggy secretary that she had hired since the creation of her company. She was a painfully straightforward person, but she got the work done. Chelsea had asked her to be her sugar baby before but was rejected.
“Sweetie~ are you sure you don’t want to reconsider my offer?” Chelsea winked at her secretary, “I’ll take good care of you.”
Alicia pushed her glasses up, a glint flashed, almost blinding. “Thank you for the offer, but as we both know it: If you weren’t my boss, we of the same personality would not be able to coexist in the same room.” She said bluntly as if it wasn’t to her immediate superior she was talking to.
The countess grinned, “It's because we are the same that we work so well together~” She toyed with the gem a little more before placing it down and leaning into her cushiony chair. Her jacket slipped off her shoulders slightly. “How is precious little Summer? Still up to her mastermind schemes?”
The secretary sighed heavily, but there was a hint of fondness. “That girl… how can someone be so genius yet so foolish at the same time?” She shakes her head, “Who does she think is paying for the house bill and all her research? If she wasn’t so cute….” And there she goes again, lost in thought because of Summer. Chelsea finds this quite entertaining, so she’ll do this every few months. According to Alicia, they were childhood friends that became lovers when Summer turned 18. But if you ask Chelsea, she thinks the line between lovers and sugar mama/baby relationship is blurry.
*ring ring*
The phone broke Alicia out of her trance. She quickly composed herself, patting down her hair and fixing her glasses. Chelsea glanced at her, amused as she watched her pick up the call.
“Hello, you’ve reached the secretary for STH company. How can I help you?”
A serene voice answered on the other line. “Hello deary, if you don’t mind handing the phone to that overgrown pink panther, I would appreciate it.”
Stunned, Alicia couldn’t respond for a second before she snapped out of it. “O-of course ma’am.” She hesitantly handed the phone over. Chelsea raised her eyebrow, “Who is it? The black-bellied owl or that self-proclaimed ‘pitiful daughter’ of a wildcat?” She received the phone, nonetheless.
“Chelsea speaking.” the cat-lover said whimsically. After hearing the voice on the other side, Chelsea shooed Alicia and spoke in a muffled nonchalant whisper. The secretary stood back and waited for her boss to finish. Occasionally, the CEO would raise her tone almost like arguing but her voice would stay suave.
15 minutes later, the countess finally hung up the phone. She sighed and crossed her legs, the gold chains connected to her belt chimed.
“Alicia.” Her voice cut through the silence; the secretary straightened her to the sound of her name. The countess doesn’t use it often unless for important occasions. “Get my dress, it appears the rats have gotten bold since we haven’t gone hunting in a while.”
Chelsea stood up from her chair and made her way to the door, before opening it, she looked behind her to Alicia, her cat eyes sharp. “Send invitations out that we’re hosting a ball this Saturday. Make sure it is mandatory unless those old geezers want to stop doing business with us.”
“Oh, and get ready to receive documents from the owl, I want them organized before the ball. Then send them to the wildcat as well.” All the secretary could do was continuously nod her head toward every demand.
The door creaked and with that, she walked out, the last thing Alicia could hear was, “It’s time to feast…”
Saturday arrived, and every single multi-million and multi-billionaire company came, even the ones that have nothing to do with the gem industry.
Chelsea stood at the top of the ballroom’s staircase, looking down at the guests that were mingling at the bottom.
*Clack clack*
All eyes landed on her as the sound of high heels resounded within the room. If you were to describe her in one word, it would be bewitching. Ruby red open-of-the-shoulder dress with puffy long sleeves, the bottom part is split diagonally, half of it has the same redness, the other half is translucent. The dress itself spreads out like a bloody red flower
Her braided pink hair decorated with small roses highlights her red lips, juicy like pomegranate. But definitely, the most crowning part is the rogue mascara that emphasizes the pinkett's cat-like eyes that look like they can tear you apart.
“Welcome magnificent nobles of DisCity! Thank you all for coming.” Her jubilant voice penetrates through the room. The CEO raised the glass in her hand, her red long freshly manicured nails glistening, she looked around and met the eyes of Langley and Eirene. A knowing smile on both of their faces.
The pinkett's lips twitched upwards slightly, “To start off, apologies for being abrupt but we have an interesting video we would like to show you all.” She waved her hand and like a signal, the entire room darkened. Before the guests could panic, in the center of the room, a video appeared on the projector.
On it, 4 men were shown sitting at a poker table in a dimly lit room. Cigs in their mouths as they played, ignoring the card dealer standing in front of them. Well, that would be their doom. The elderly men were laughing around, cussing each other, and drinking alcohol until a key moment appeared.
“That pink hair stank, making fun of us!” A tightly clenched fist slammed on the table. “Once I get my hands on her, Imma-”
“Woah, calm down there. Ears have walls, you know.” Another man with a scar childe interrupts the raging man. “The beast alliance has been quiet lately… I’m guessing they lost their trail.”
“Lost their trail? That damnable owl? Hah!” A man in glasses sneered, “If they lost their track, we wouldn’t be in this situation… I suggest we lay low for a little longer.”
“Coward!” The raging man pointed a finger at the speaker, the man in glasses’ face darkening. “How long is a little longer?!”
“Now, now… there is no need to get all riled up.” The 4th man with a face that resembles a fox spoke up, “I recently contacted the representative of the syndicate… as long as we pay them enough, they’re willing to do the dirty work for us.”
At the word Syndicate, many nobles gasped and began murmuring among themselves. Requesting from the syndicate is like working with the devil, anyone caught working with them would be outcasted from the rich society. Not only is the Syndicate vengeful and sneaky, but once they get their hands on your business, they will interfere with not only the companies they requested their support from but also many of their allied companies as well.
The scarred man chuckled, “The Syndicate, eh? Low-born bastards, we can use them and then throw them away. The animal alliance would be too concerned with them to focus on us.”
“B-but! You know the Syndicate’s reputation; it won’t be that easy!” The glasses man panicked, “What if something goes wrong?!”
“Worry not, the syndicate are greedy animals. As long as we give them enough initiative, they don’t turn their back on us…” The foxlike man said.
The raging man raised his glass of alcohol, “To us!” The other men raised the glass in response. Then the video turned off and the lights lit back up.
The video left the nobles gossiping, hush whispers, and side glances. Clearly, some of the people recognized the 4 men in the video, especially since their faces showed so clearly despite the dim room. In the middle of the dancefloor, there were 4 men huddled together, 3 pale faces and 1 angry one. The raging man felt everyone’s eyes on him and clenched the glass of wine in his hand and yelled, “What the fuck are you looking at!” Snapping at a random lady nearby. The woman flinched and scurried away.
The sound of glass shattering brought Chelsea’s attention to the group of men.
*Click clack*
The footsteps slowly walked down the stairway; each click of her high heel was like another stomp on the 4 men’s hearts. “So, the rats have come out to be hunted, did you really think just because we haven’t made any waves recently that we forgot about you?”
Although I really did forget about these pests, the cat-lover thought internally but it didn’t appear on her face. And Eirene’s knowing side-glance only confirms it.
“You… You! How did you do it?! The area is a top-security underground base that only a few have access to!” The scar-faced man yelled out. And to that, Chelsea replied nonchalantly, looking at her nails. “There's nothing money can’t solve.”
No matter how bewitching and beautiful the countess is, it doesn’t change how in this very moment when she said that her face became very punchable. Enemies and allies unite.
Now that the enemies are humiliated and they set a record for any future enemies, the mission is done. Now it's time to do what the countess does best, pick up pretty innocent girls. Let's see what different types of ‘plus one’ the guests brought as their companions.
She mingled with the guests shortly, always the center of the room. But then…
Blue hair caught Chelsea in the corner of her eye and sitting on the guest sofa closest to the balcony was a beautiful woman sitting by herself. Eyes down at the glass of wine in her hand, head bobbing side to side, presumably to the music that fills the mansion’s ballroom. Her dress color matches the shade of her hair, highlighting her pale skin glistening underneath the chandelier lights.
A dark royal blue dress with tiny gems scattered like stars throughout the galaxy, with one lap opening out, falling down like small ocean waves, golden chains attached on the left side of her thin waist. Even from across the room, Chelsea could tell the gems were real. But whose noble’s daughter was she? The pinkett swore that she had never seen her before… yet she feels a tug on her heart. A sense of familiarity.
She couldn’t take her gaze from the charming lonesome woman. The loud chatter of the ballroom fell deaf upon her ears. At that moment, the woman lifted her head and turned towards the cat-lover. Guided almost, like she could sense Chelsea’s strong gaze from many meters away. Eyes locked, time paused. Instantly, the CEO felt her body warm up, her vision expanded and lit up with more color than it did when she saw color for the first time many years ago.
Could it be her? My destiny. My soulmate? Such thoughts couldn’t help but appear in her mind. Chelsea couldn’t resist the urge any longer. She looked around her, verifying her naggysome secretary wasn’t nearby then roughly pushed her way through the crowd. Although the rich nobles she pushed were slightly irked, who could really stop her? She’s the youngest CEO of the largest gem company in the industry, not to mention she’s known to be eccentric and whimsical.
Judging how she built an entire firm from scratch just to irritate those elderly foxes that have been in the industry far longer than Chelsea ever lived, it’s not a good idea to get on her bad side. Rather than waste time angering her, the nobles rather butter up the other high-status CEOs here. For example, Langley the director of her bodyguard agency, The 9th. Or Eirene, the president of the fastest growing multiple-billion corporation, Quinn. People flocked around them like flies.
“Why hello there little kitten, what are you doing here all by your lonesome?” The countess reached the girl. At the sound of her voice, the girl tensed up slightly but was still composed. Chelsea’s cat-like eyes twinkled in amusement. The girl’s action reminded her of a cat she used to own, not quite trusting and standoffish, but still full of grace. The closer she got, the more enthralled she was. Her pale silver eyes reminded her of Sitri’s eyes, striking yet calm. They’re looking into each other’s eyes, but the cat-lover can tell the bluette’s slightly squinted eyes aren’t truly meeting hers. Maybe it's because she’s standing directly in the light of the chandelier.
She lowered her body so she was sitting right next to the woman. Chelsea stretched her palm out, expecting a hand in return. When seconds passed and she still didn’t receive a hand, the countess tilted her head slightly, like a curious kitten. “May I have your hand, my fine lady?” She tried again.
This time she got a response. The bluette’s hand reached out hesitantly, not quite reaching where Chelsea’s palm was. She stared into the girl’s eyes before grabbing her hand gently.
“Don’t be afraid of me,” The countess said. “Who did you come here with?”
“Nightingale…” The bluette’s beautiful and crisp voice answered her. Nightingale… What a familiar name, wasn’t she the adjutant of Langley’s branch agency, MBCC? Chelsea thought. But her words weren’t slow, “Nightingale you say~ I know her. Her boss and I are great friends.”
That caught the girl’s attention, “Do you mean Lan- the boss?” Her posture is much more relaxed than before.
That slip-up caught the countess’s attention. To be able to call Langley by her name means this lady either doesn’t fear death or she’s pretty close to Langley… How interesting. She’ll ask the owl later.
She landed a soft kiss on the back of her hand, “My name is Chelsea, pleasure to meet you.” I
“What is your name sweetie?”
“O-oh… my name…”
“Chief! There you are, we were searching all over for you!” A voice interrupted her when she was about to say her name. Angrily, she glared at the interrupting voice.
“Nightingale? What's wrong?”
“N-no it's nothing… Come Chief, the boss is calling for us.” Nightingale answered her, eyes on Chelsea and newly named ‘chief’s’ still connected hands.
“Langley is calling for you? Oh, what a coincidence! I was planning to meet up with Langley as well!” The cat-lover said in a honeyed voice, obviously lying. But who dares call her out on it?
The CEO stood up enthusiastically, not quite yanking on the bluette’s hand but rather tugging lightly.
They quickly found Langley, although she was a little surprised to see them all together before a knowing smile graced her lips. A smile Nightingale sees so often whether public or private and she wants nothing more than to rip-
*ahem”
She composed herself and greeted the silver spider. “Good evening Ms. Langley.” she dipped her head slightly. She nudged the Chief to do the same, “O-oh yes, how are you boss.” The Chief quickly followed.
Before the owl could answer her, Chelsea interrupted at the last second. “Langley~ I wanted to see you.” the pinkett vocalizes singsongy, “How was your time at the party so far? Did you enjoy the video?”
Langley chuckled, ‘Indeed I did, killing two birds with a swipe of your claw. As expected of you.”
“The cat-lover waved off her praise and got straight to the point. "Langley, you didn’t tell me you got such a cute employee. Why didn’t introduce me before~”
“If you had come to our monthly meetings, you would’ve had.”
Chelsea laughed sheepishly, “Well, better now than never. Langley, how about you give her to me? I’ll take good care of her.”
“Oya? Do you want our little rookie? You probably already could tell but our little chief is blind. Don’t you think she be a… burden? To you?”
At the word ‘burden’, Nightingale bristled. “You dare-”
Chief’s raised hand cut her off.
“Miss Chelsea, I am not something to be given. Please stay on your path and I’ll be on mine.”
The countess reaches her hand out and lifts up the bluette’s chin and whispers directly into her ear. “Sweet kitten, once a panther locks in their prey, they won’t let go.”
Because Chief’s eyesight has deteriorated, her other senses are more sensitive. She always had somewhat of a voice kink and the pinkett’s voice hits right in the sweet spot.
“And you didn’t give me a chance to reply, blind or not, you are someone that caught my eye. I hope you didn’t think I’m purely interested in you merely because of that, there’s something about you that lights a fire within. I will find you, little kitten.”
Before Chief could reply, the cat-lover walked away.
Langley chuckled out loud, catching Chief and Nightingale’s attention. “Rookie, you always seem to attract the most troublesome magnets. Come now you two, the party is over.”
The three left the mansion together but on the balcony of the 2nd floor, if they had turned around, they would’ve seen pink cat-like eyes shining under the light of the waning moon.
And find her she did, she would appear in the most unusual place. At the supermarket, her daycare, and even sometimes at the nearby park. The countess always seems to know where the Chief would be.
Each and every time, Chief would reject her with a straight face and an excuse.
“Fine.” Chief crossed her arms, “what do you want with me?”
“With you?” The pinkett laughed, “Honey, I want you.” She stepped in closer, but not enough to crash into Chief’s little bubble. Like inching closer to a wounded cat, Chelsea must take things slowly.
Chelsea lifted her hand, “May I have your hand?” A routine request. She would ask every time they meet, which recently, is every 2-3 days in a week. Used to it, Chief gave Chelsea the back of her hand and felt her soft lips press softly.
“Little kitty, please give me one chance.” Chief hands clenched firmly Chelsea. It doesn’t look like she can get away this time.
Truthfully, she likes when the cat-lover chases her. After so many meetups, she grasped the CEO’s personality. Slightly whimsical, very flirty, and obsessive. Chief fears that she would lose interest when she finally gives in to her.
However, when she met up with Langley for a report yesterday, she warned Chief. Don’t take her affection for granted, panthers like her don’t grow bored but they do grow tired. Give her a little catnip, draw her in closer, then… you got her. Flip the predator tactic back on the predator.
Thinking back on what Langley said yesterday, Chief seemed lost in thought. “Little kitty? Did you hear me?” The Chief snapped out of it and looked back at the pinkett. She could tell from the sound of her voice that she felt somewhat downcast.
“...s..”
Chelsea’s eyes brightened back up, “what did you say?” She squeezed Chief’s hand a little tighter.
“I said yes, I'll go on a date with you.”
The cat-lover released her hands and jumped with joy, “I’m so happy! Kitty, you won’t regret this! I’m going to go get everything set up.”
“Set up? Chelsea? What do you mean-” But the CEO was gone like the wind.
Chief sighed for the nth time today exasperatedly. But unbeknownst to her, there was a hint of fondness mixed in her sigh.
“Lalala~” Chelsea sang happily. Hands together in Chief’s, swinging back and forth.
Chief looked at her helplessly, the cat-lover hadn't told her anything about the plan today. Just to wear neutral-colored clothes that she didn’t mind getting dirty. There wasn’t much to take from that alone.
“We’re here!” Chelsea exclaimed. “This is Cat’s Tongue; a cat shelter takes in stray cats nearby and takes care of them. I used to come here often.”
“Used to? Did you stop?”
“No, but I’ve already adopted too many cats from this shelter that the owner banned me from adopting more.”
Chief giggled; she can totally see that happening to the countess. For all that she was suave and rich, she is surprisingly… a loser. Of course, in the best way possible.
The cat-lover pulled her out of her thoughts, quite literally. She tugs on her hand just so. “Don’t stand there all dazed, let's go in!”
Inside was literally cat heaven, The cats are well taken care of, they jumped onto her lap and play with her. The experience of feeding the kittens directly from her hand was something the Chief didn’t know she wanted.
However, something is kind of off. Besides the few staff and the cats, there’s no one in the shelter besides the two of them. “Chelsea?” she called out.
Her ears perked up, ready to answer all Chief’s questions. “Where are all the guests? I expected today to be more crowded considering it's a weekend.”
“It's because I bought the shelter for a day.” She said nonchalantly.
“You did what?!”
“Yeah, how else are we supposed to be alone together?”
“Too much too much! I won’t let you spoil me like this. If you want to take it a step further with me, we must be equals.”
Chelsea tilted her head while scratching the head of a ginger cat, “Equal?’
The Chief stuck a finger in the CEO’s face, usually, she wouldn’t do such a rude action but being with Chelsea makes her drop her guard.
“I already know. I’m your soulmate, right?” Chief said it like she’s always known but in actuality, she recently found out after accidentally eavesdropping on Nightingale and Langley's nightly reports. She was also shocked, to say the least.
“H-how did you…?” Chelsea lost composure but quickly regained it. “No!”
She grabbed Chief’s hand, “Even if you weren’t my soulmate, I would’ve fallen for you all the same!”
The Chief turns her head away, “You say that now, but you wouldn’t have at the beginning…”
Chelsea shook her head violently, her ruby pearl clinking together as a result. “I’ve fallen for your smile when you lift up the children, how your eyebrows would furrow just so in the middle when you receive another love letter from your neighbors, how you would spend literally hours wiping the vases I gave you. Trust me when I say I would’ve fallen for you all the same.”
Chief’s cheek set aflame, reaching to her ears. “S-stop stop, I get it I get it…” She waved her hands in front of her.
*ahem* “Let's get back to the topic. If you don’t swear by these, I don’t want to see you again.”
At those words, Chelsea shouted. “I swear, no matter what they are, I swear!”
*bonk* Chief’s knuckles came into contact with the countess’s forehead. “Don’t swear before you hear them silly.” In softer words that Chelsea couldn’t hear, “how did I fall for a loser like you…”
“Okay, 1. You can’t buy establishments just for our dates. 2.You’ve been doing pretty well but you can’t decriminalize me just because I’m blind. I had enough of people with savior complexes or treating me like a child. 3. Don’t spoil me, I want our status to be equal.”
The countess has not stopped nodding her head. It wasn’t until Chief gently placed her hand on her forehead that she stopped, "I’m sorry, did it hurt?” she rubbed the bruise she inflicted on Chelsea.
The cat-lover closed her eyes in bliss, a slight purr was released from her throat. Pause.
“Was that… you?” Chelsea nodded without shame, “I knew you were a cat lover, but I didn’t know you were part cat as well.” Chief jokes.
“Anyways, pinky promise?” Chief raised her pinky up which Chelsea took with her pinky instantly.
“Pinky promise.”
They looked at each other and smiled before their gaze was rudely interrupted by a cat’s meow. Clearly, they weren’t giving the cats enough attention from the way more cats began to meow.
Chief couldn’t help but start laughing, when was the last time she had so much fun? To just sit back and relax like this? The Chief pulled her pinky away from Chelsea and started petting the cats, stroking gently.
Seeing Chief enjoy herself; the CEO knew their first date was successful. Good thing she didn’t go with her original plan to reserve the top floor of a 5-star restaurant. She gave herself an inner high five. Initially, she thought going to her favorite cat shelter wasn’t exciting enough as a first date but she’s glad she did it.
Good job Langley! I owe you!
The two spend the rest of the day just relaxing at the shelter, might as well use up all the time since Chelsea already bought you know?
The string between their relationship has gotten a lot stronger.
Because the first date went really well, the Chief gave her more chances. Walking through the zoo, taking cooking classes, strolling through a botanical garden, sharing their favorite musical artists at a cafe, Head off to a spa for a massage session, etc.
Many dates and gifts later, Chief has gotten used to the CEO being constantly in her presence. To the point she once asked her, shouldn’t the leader of the largest gem company in the industry supposed to be busier? And to that Chelsea answered, “Money can solve anything in the world.”
The Chief’s eyes darkened. The pinkett, sensing the atmosphere getting colder, took back her words. “Except you of course dear! Nothing can buy you except my deep love!” The room warmed back up to normal and Chelsea sighed in relief.
Timeskip a few months, Chelsea is still chasing after Chief.
“Good morning little kitten, what a coincidence meeting you here!” The chief looked up to see Chelsea hovering over her crouched self. “Of course you know I’m here” She stood up slowly. “A coincidence more than once is no longer a coincidence”
Habitually, Chief raised her hand before she was even prompted to do so. The countess grinned slightly before taking her hand and pressing a light red kiss mark. Then she took a slight step back, the cat-lover’s eyes brightened as her gaze shifted up and down, taking in the chief's outfit. A long opalescent coat hanging on her shoulders, with a dark navy blue t-shirt goes with a dark turtleneck inside, a black harness over to keep it neat, also holding gray trousers below.
“Oh nonsense deary, I just happened to be in the area.” Chelsea held up the fresh roses she was holding closer to Chief’s nose but not in her face. A lesson she has learned from multiple previous mistakes.
“Mmm.. it smells nice but Chelsea, you already gave me so many flowers this past month. I don’t have any more vases…”
“No more vases? No problem.” With a snap of her finger, a man in a butler suit appeared out of nowhere holding a transparent large vase with gold painted on the rim.
“May I come in and put them in for you?” Even without seeing it, Chief could tell she winked at her. “Chelsea… I already told you. I’m blind, I’m not disab-”
The countess placed her finger on Chief’s lips, interrupting her. She leaned in close, “Don’t you already know how selfish I am? Who can I say I’m not doing it for my own vanity?” And with that, she walked past her to the door.
“So? You’re not going to let me in?” She stopped at the door and looked back at the chief.
Chief sighed affectionately before turning her heel and walked to Chelsea. “I don’t understand why you do this every time when you have the keys to my house.”
The countess giggled, “Why come to the house alone when I can come home to you?” Chief opened the door and motioned the cat-lover inside. Before the door closes on us, we see Chelsea lean in for a kiss on the cheek and Chief’s fond smile.
*click*