She entered OmniCorp HQ, slinging her briefcase from her shoulder to her hand. In her opinion, this looked far more professional.

"Hello," The newcomer said, making eye contact with the nimble fingered secretary. When she didn't respond (she was on a call, had held up a finger) the visitor cleared her throat. Still, the piece of technology proved superior to the striking woman that stood before the secretary.

"Excuse me," the lady with raven hair said, That certainly got the secretary's attention, as she looked up immediately. "Yes, I have an appointment, you should see my name on that list over there," The woman snaked a finger over the desk, aiming it at a dated document with names and times.

Smiling with her lips closed, the woman received her instructions on where she would have to wait. With a polite thank you, she and her brief case clicked off towards the elevators.

The woman clicked from the elevator and crossed the elegant entryway. Her shoulders were back, briefcase in hand, professionally garbed and not a hair out of place.

She did not occupy one of the lavish seating options, but strolled directly up to the secretary.

"Good evening, I have an appointment?" Looking into the eyes of the secretary, she would try her best to manipulate her favor.

Shiala Castele, Kynala's Ri secretary met Daemala's eyes with a frown upon her purple features. "Ms. Evantus is currently waiting for a meeting with the Terran National Government..." she began, before trailing off as the vampire's abilities took effect. Though her race were all naturally telepaths, the non-psionic nature of vampiric compulsion was not something that they guarded against. Her implants were designed to grant her powerful telekinesis rather than mental fortitude.

The Ri woman knew something wasn't right, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. "I... imagine that she will be able to fit you in, though. They aren't here yet. I'll show you in."

Rising, she gestured for Daemala to follow as she stepped towards the wooden double doors, pushing them open.

"A ..." it occurred to Shiala that she hadn't asked the woman's name. That was odd. How had she known she had an appointment? Maybe she'd just forgotten... "Somebody here to see you, Ms. Evantus. They have an appointment."

Kynala looked up from her desk with a frown, "What? Shiala, I'm not seeing anyone other than the TNG at present. I don't know who this woman is, but unless it's blasted High Councillor Z'rii herself, then she can wait."

"I..." Shiala began, looking back at Daemala, "I think you have to..."

Something definitely wasn't right here, Shiala knew it. But why couldn't she figure it out? What was wrong with her? Her normally razor-sharp mind was foggy, she couldn't focus on anything!

Daemala waited patiently, smile upon her sealed lips, as the secretary reasoned with herself. Oh, she was good, but Daemala's age reigned victorious. She found herself sighing one of Casren's iconic sighs as Ms Castele finally lead Daemala toward the grandiose doors to what was clearly the CEO's office.

Ms. Evantus, Daemala caught the name, and was sure to memorize it immediately. It would do no good if she couldn't even name with whom she was speaking.

Not seeing anyone? Calmly, she stood beside one of the chairs in the office, looking from one lady to the other. That changed rather quickly, to Daemala's pleasure, as the secretary asserted her position.

"Daemala Tauvyr," She stepped forth and extended a hand, placing her briefcase on the chair as if to mark her territory. Daemala shot one last powerful glance at the secretary before turning her attention to the CEO.

"Ms. Evantus," Daemala went to meet her eyes over the hand shake, "Such a pleasure to finally meet you. I know we've only corresponded once-I myself just found the email this morning. To think, I would have missed tonight!" Daemala let slip a humored laugh.

"To what are you referring, woman?" Kynala demanded, frowning. "I don't recall any such correspondence... You seem ... familiar, but-" The Ri woman's eyes narrowed slightly at Daemala, unknowingly battling with the vampire's compulsion. Kynala was a strong woman - she might not have been anywhere near as old as Daemala, but in human terms she was old; approaching one hundred. Her mind was the hardened instrument of a businesswoman and a politician, a negotiator and a manipulator. She was a hard cookie to convince of anything that went against her stubborn viewpoint.

The CEO shook her head, lifting a hand to brush against her wrist, an orange glow lighting up as her OmniTool responded to the touch. "I'm looking through my sent messages and I don't see your name, or anything referring to a meeting..."

Kynala looked back at Daemala. "Ms Tauvyr, was it? You- no, you do not appear to have an appointment. I am afraid I have absolutely no idea who you are, but I am quite concerned with the fact that I feel I should do."

Something was amiss. "What are you here for? You have my ear for however long it takes me to return to my normal practice of keeping a schedule."

Shiala watched on in confusion. Kynala didn't remember an appointment, but there ... there was one. She was sure of it, wasn't she? She certainly had been sure of it.

The secretary reached for her OmniTool to check her own emails, busying herself poring through them for some mention of the strange woman between her and Kynala.

Daemala watched them, with a poker face. She refused to acknowledge the missing e-mail, or the fact that her deception obviously wasn't working anymore. Who was this woman? She was good. Slowly decreasing the mental pressure on Kynala, she shifted her subconscious attention to the secretary, keeping the faint presence in that direction at least for a moment or two longer.

What? She couldn't have her fun?

"Hm, strange," A furrow placed itself on Daemala's brow, as she reached behind her for the briefcase. The raven haired woman plopped herself in the chair, pulling the case onto her lap. "You know, most people tend to forget our meetings. It's strange, considering," She unzipped one of two pouches and it flopped open, revealing this side to be a laptop. After pressing a button, twice, three times, hm, Daemala lookup up to the woman.

"Still don't remember? The funds transfer? We were supposed to do it in person, though digital?" Daemala blinked, then typed in her passcode and clicked away.

"We were buying stock?" She raised her brows, eluding that the woman she was speaking with was unprofessional.

"As stock for everything but Sol Enterprise is down, we figured now would be the time to invest in OmniCorp, considering they are the one company that seems to not be still falling. After our recent business expansions we've had some changes to our investing budget and, well, OmniCorp seems to fit right in," It was a compliment, though a twisted one, and babbled out in a thick Italian accent as she clattered away on the keys.

Kynala folded her arms, leaning back in her seat. "Investing, hm? I imagine you're contemplating something larger in scale than what can be achieved just by buying off the stock market, or else you wouldn't be here." The Ri woman regained her composure as the mental pressure faded, mentally questioning why she was giving this woman the time of the damned day without an appointment.

She was here now, she supposed. She might as well hear her out.

"I maintain that you're mistaken regarding our previous contact. Perhaps you spoke with someone on my board who has yet to pass the message on, perhaps not." Kynala made no suggestions as to what the alternatives might be, but her tone made it clear she was suspicious of just what was going on here. There was a strange, unknown woman in her office who had somehow made it past security and red tape (and she wasn't sure which of those was more of a feat) to make a personal offer.

"Well, my ears are open. Giving you the benefit of the doubt, why don't you explain the details of this proposition 'again'," the CEO said, putting enough inflection on the word 'again' to imply the inverted commas around it. "Oh," she paused to glance at Shiala, "Shiala, could you please ask Jenna to bring us some drinks?"

Shiala blinked up at hearing her name, nodding hastily. The normally on-the-dot at all times young woman was all over the place, it seemed. Kynala found that unusual too, but she supposed everyone had off days. It was noted, however. As Shiala brought up her communicator, pacing to the door to avoid disturbing the conversation, Kynala turned back to Daemala.

"Investing yes, as for the mistake," She said plainly, waving a hand and resuming her keyboard clatter, all while not removing her eyes from the screen. "When you are a non-profit organization such as we, you tend to find interest in the real estate market. Part of our business plan is, in fact, the housing of the homeless. I'm sure you've heard of the recent issues with them in Wing City, what with parking laws and auto-residency. Don't you watch the news?" It was now Daemala would look to the CEO. She barreled on, leaving little room for answer. The woman was, after all, in a rush, was she not?

"Either way, I'm supposed to transfer 22,000 credits into the OmniCorp Receiving Fund. A receipt of course be included, for your personal documents. " Her fingers hovered over the keyboard as she rubbed them together. " All you need to do is fill out the official name of your fund, type in the transfer number and sign." She flipped the laptop around, tapping at the screen hesitantly. It took a moment, but eventually a simple document was brought up.

OFFICIAL DOCUMENTATION FOR THE TRANSFER OF

C22,000.00

FROM

THE VANKORYTH COLLECTIVE FUND

00-2304-9112-666-43-43-1337

TO

__________________________
__________________________

AND FOR THE TRANSFER OF


___________ STOCK FROM
___________________________
TO THE VANKORYTH COLLECTIVE FUND.


SIGNED

___________________________

"Of course, if you'd like to sign as well, as a notary, it would be much appreciated, " Daemala whipped her attention to the doorframe, managing to suppress her urge to manipulate the secretary again.

Kynala leaned forwards onto her hands, shaking her head slowly. "Let's slow down for a moment. This is all very sudden, and frankly there's a lot of information that I'm missing. I need to know just exactly who I'm dealing with..." she began, eyes scanning the screen. Vankoryth ... Where had she heard that name recently? Wasn't there something about that ... yes, there was. Vankoryth Detente. Vampires.

That explained a lot. But at the same time, it left a lot of questions unanswered.

"Alright, Ms Tauvyr. Let's rewind for a moment. This sort of thing is something that traditionally gets run by my board. Now, I don't doubt my own judgement, but I don't know that I have the time to research enough about your organisation to come to an informed decision. You'd think that receiving money was simple, no? But I have to be careful, you see -- there's such a thing as 'dirty money'. I don't mean to imply anything about you or your organisation, but to be honest, I know very little about either. I hold my company's reputation as one of my utmost priorities." Kynala took a breath, "I've spent more than enough time in business to know that just signing on the dotted line ought to be assumed a bad idea unless proven otherwise."

In the meantime, the elevator sounded outside, signalling the arrival of Jenna. The blonde woman stepped out with an irritated expression, wheeling a trolley of drinks.

Kynala went on, "I would need to run things by my lawyers, etcetera..." The Ri woman was wary about any business deal being proposed by someone who had just waltzed into her office by some vampiric trick. She wanted to know the full story before moving forwards.

As Jenna entered the office, Kynala gestured to the trolley. "Tea? Coffee? Water?" she offered.

Daemala smiled, revealing for the first time her fangs.

"Dirty money, of course, any true entrepreneur would have the same concerns," Her condescending tone was working it's way out, albiet slowly. As she continued to speak, Daemala would pull from the briefcase a professional slip of parchment, labeled The Blood Edict. After handing it off, she would continue.

"You may have heard of our recent efforts to quell the plague on this city that is," a smirk, "Our race. Fortunately, our supporters happen to be of the financially influential type, including the Family Dracul," Daemala then swiveled the laptop, to reveal what appeared to be a wiki profile for the family. After giving her a moment to look it over, and politely refusing a refreshment, Daemala turned the computer back to herself and began typing again.

"Now, this money of course must be put to good use, and I don't mean the buying of flashy cars," Which went out of style faster than her hair color. "The Vankoryth Detente along with the Family Dracul fund, operate, maintain a small community nestled within the Domain of the Detente. It is a community exclusively for creatures like us," Again, the smile as she turned the laptop. This time, the TERRACAST website was pulled up, and a commercial was ready to be played on screen.

Daemala waited patiently for the credentials to be reviewed. She hoped the blood being would find her provided information settling. That was the idea, wasn't it? Improved relations between the mortals and them? Get the mortals out of their hair for once?

Kynala folded her arms, "I would have much preferred it, Ms. Tauvyr, if you had followed the more traditional procedure of making an appointment. I personally have nothing against vampires, so long as they aren't attempting to pull a fast one on me - and I don't doubt that it was your nature which got you in here unopposed and uninvited." The Ri woman said, shaking her head, "I will offer you a compromise. Instead of having you and your proposition thrown out of here unceremoniously for the presumptuous nature of your unauthorised entry, I will allow you to leave with your dignity intact. I will take your proposal, run it by my lawyers and my board and reach a legitimate decision on it post-haste."

She smiled, an expression that made it clear she was putting up with the improper approach of this vampire woman. "Is that acceptable? There are procedures that are followed in my dealings. I have no reason to doubt you, but nor do I have any reason to doubt any of the other parties whose deals I pay my legal team to examine. Your offer will be forwarded to my people, who will talk to either you or your people when we have an answer. I do not doubt that everything will be just fine, and the deal will be processed before the end of the week, provided that things are as you say they are." The CEO went on, nodding her head in a final manner.

Spending time on Terra, it was inevitable that Kynala had seen her fair share of vampires. Insofar as she had observed, many of them were ... unsavoury, considering themselves inherently superior due to their natures. Others were savages. Some still were merely old and wise humans blessed with eternal youth with an unfortunate eating habit -- she would see which of the categories this woman fell into, but she couldn't help but suspect it was the first. Either way, business was business. The vampires were not a threat to Terra, or to her company - this deal would no doubt go through unless Daemala was attempting to sneak something by her.

In the meantime, Jenna stood on the sidelines looking more irritated. She understood that she had been brought up here because Kynala had felt uneasy about her guest, but by the looks of things everything was just going to come to a peaceful resolution. A blasted waste of her time.

Daemala rose, satisfied with the response. She reached to shake the woman's hand again.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Daemala flashed her fanged smile again. "We look forward to your response, and are of course open to negotiation."

The vampiress zipped up her brief case, leaving the documents with Kynala. Daemala was sure she would see them again. What wasn't the woman sure of? As she turned to leave, Daemala looked again to Kynala.

"You've no need to fear the likes of the Vankoryth Detente. It would be unwise for any member to act in hostility against a future business partner," With that, she gave everyone in the room a smile. None of these bodies could ever be drained, she made a note to tell the others.

Xith being also rather scared, already under the table now the tiny dragon moves over to Nap and Esperanza, staying low to the floor, peeking around trying to make sense why all the humaniod things suddenly became aggressive