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"We're seeing a spike in sponsorships," a voice droned from the holograph. Kore sat on the edge of her desk, looking out into the eternity of space. The curvature of the earth seemed so sweet from up on high, her office feeling more like a throne room. A smile crossed her lips, a voice dragging her back to reality.
"Kore, if you could please enlighten us with that special announcement you made?" An older gentleman with a manicured beard and wandering eyes asked, tugging at the edge of his whiskers while addressing her. "Yes," Kore slid into her seat, turning on her hovercam. She sat up neatly, her hands folded in her desk, taking on an unassuming appearance. Despite having proven herself fully capable, to this ring of administrators, Kore was still a ditzy airhead who only took interviews while Yeqon did the heavy work.
"I plan to give a clue to the first ten to cross the finish line, a little incentive," she smiled coyly, tilting her head just so. "In the next round, those ten will get an envelope with their belongings. If they can interpret it, the clue will take them right to the finish line of the second round. Can't make it too easy," she giggled. The administrators too, laughed. "Brilliant, now then, we will close things here for today. I assume you have taken care of the signatures needed on your end?"
"Yes, all of the death certificates have been signed and the arrangements for body returns have been put together; if there is a body to send back, the families will receive it."
"Excellent, I knew I could count on you, Kore. We'll speak soon," the holograms blinked out one by one. Kore turned off her hovercam with a wave, spinning around in her chair to face the outside. From this room, her world was so vast with infinite potential. Kore was only going to go up from here. She recalled the party she had attended with Yeqon, her cheeks burning just slightly at the memory of being humiliated by Governor Cryo.
Kore's nails dug into her palms and she rose quickly, pacing in front of her desk. Mimi entered a moment later, an android hovering in behind her with lunch. "Ms. Mars, someone is here to see you." Kore stopped her pacing, "She says she's a representative of a pharmaceuticals company? A sponsor of one of the contestants?"
The android set a tray down, zipping out quickly. "Let her in," Kore perched herself at the edge of her desk. She had a meeting with the managers after this, Kore needed to make this quick. Bea entered, taking a seat on one of the plush chairs in Kore's office. "Is it done?" Kore asked, watching Mimi leave and shut the door quickly behind her. "Already on the way," Bea examined her nails. "Another dose of sugar pills and a courtesy package," she snickered. "Judging by her current symptoms, the medication is messing with her blood pressure, just as planned. I sent a note along, explaining that we decided to shorten the span between doses for better efficacy, but I don't think it can read."
"Good," Kore had known that one was going to be a threat, a wolf with a fake ID and the ability to knock others flat on their backs. Kore had enlisted the help of a real pharmacy rep, but had preyed on the wolf's weakness. Her ori. A deadly disease to mutants, but treatable in humans. That mutt was an ugly stain she needed to get rid of. Kore detested ugly things.
"I knew I could rely on you," Bea laughed and rose. [b]"A pleasure, Ms. Mars, I hope we can continue doing business in the future."[/color] Kore nodded, watching Bea leave. She had just enough time to take a sip of her drink and a few bites of her sandwich before going off to her meeting with the managers.
The first Game was in its end stages, they were preparing to receive back their contestants. Their rooms were being made, the stage was being set, a party prepared. The mutants that made it to the next round would be treated to a luxurious and triumphant return. If they could survive the final few days.