#evildoes

"oh, i know who you are now— you're that fucking anti-supe guy." she recognizes the face— can't quite place a name to it, but she recognizes his face from an atn segment on terrorism being committed to supes. granted, it was a security camera they'd shown the footage from, so her vision could be off.

but, she isn't that old yet.

calm demeanor displayed, shiv can play it cool. if he can play it cool— she can play it cool too. (not that she believes everything atn showcases. most of it is right-wing propaganda built of lies and conspiracies. but, if this guy's face was on a fucking security camera for anti-supe terrorism— footage doesn't lie, nor does the small room they’re confined within.)

eyes glancing over, the president's being shuffled out of the conference room. hand-in-hand with a secret service agent as he shakes members of the press hands with his other. with the president secured, she can focus a little better at the matter at hand: possible anti-supe terrorist in the waystar royco building. it sounds fucking crazy in shiv's head, and hopefully— maybe today, he'll find it just as fucking crazy.

welcome to new york city, where the residents don't sleep and their attitude expose as much. his comment goes without notice, earning a chuckle in response as she smooths her pantsuit.

she's heard of the adler family in passing; a wealth family with ties to the roy family somewhere along the line. whether to her father or mother, she doesn't know and frankly, shiv doesn't care. what matters is who she's meeting with: rafe adler, the son of said-family, a businessman looking to steer away from the tit. (words of her father— not her.)

it's not much of a wonder as to why her father sent her to meet with him, the announcement of her coming up in the business looming in the distance. soon, the winning crown would be placed upon her head and she will have conquered the biggest game of all: becoming ceo of waystar royco.

and she can't wait to see the look across everyone's face. she'll relish in the sight.

"i hope being called a soy boy didn't damage your ego too much." with the charm and style of a roy, she flashes a smile. (stroke his ego, pet him enough to unloosen his tie— but not enough to leave him with a hard-on in the middle of the restaurant. play the long game.)