Even the devil was once an angel

Darius spoke to a few of the members on their way out. Mainly to get a feel of how they felt the meeting went. Once he finished up he grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. He turned at the sound of her voice sitting on the edge of the table, “I’ve always had faith in you. I’m just glad you’re taking things seriously now.” He reached out tracing a finger along her waist then quickly pulls back composing himself “But like I said, don’t disappoint me. My credibility is on the line just as much as yours”

Darius spoke to a few of the members on their way out. Mainly to get a feel of how they felt the meeting went. Once he finished up he grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair. He turned at the sound of her voice sitting on the edge of the table, “I’ve always had faith in you. I’m just glad you’re taking things seriously now.” He reached out tracing a finger along her waist then quickly pulls back composing himself “But like I said, don’t disappoint me. My credibility is on the line just as much as yours”

“Nene, que haces? Por que no te mueves, mi hija?” Nando walked over to a young Naressa as she stood backstage, hyperventilating. “Respira, cariño...” He kneeled down next to her, rubbing her back gently. “Breathe in, 1... 2... 3... And out... 2... 3...” The pair began their breathing exercises, and the heart that once wanted to jump out of little Naressa’s chest slowed down...

“In... Out...” Naressa took her deep breathes trying to calm herself, eyes closed, focused on the memory of her childhood. A knock on the door snapped her out of it, and she looked up at her reflection in the mirror. “One moment!” Naressa turned off the tap that had been left running when she zoned out, before composing herself. “Para ti, papi.” She whispered to herself as she looked in the mirror a last time then she headed out, face held high as if she had it in the bag.

When Naressa walked into the room, she glanced over the room taking in the faces of the people who held the fate of her family's legacy in their hands, before breathing in slowly. The noise was blocked out when it was her turn to speak, and as she sat on her seat, it was as if she could not feel her own body, as if her heart had dropped and only she could save it with her plea.

"Good afternoon. As you know, my recent behavior has brought us to this stage and I very much appreciate your understanding and willingness to hear my plea... I want to first apologise to everyone present, as there are no excuses for my disregard for the company's established image, and so with that, I want to take responsibility and assure you that I have learned from my mistake. In hindsight, my behavior was distasteful, not due to my clothing, but how I carried myself thereafter. Though not in accordance to traditional wear... Gentlemen, it's the 21st century and we must not forget that we must reflect the times." Clearing her throat, she half smiled trying to pretend she did not feel awkward about her stance. "I advocate for my placement as the head of Nunez pipelines in my father's stead, and instead of pleading without reason, I will tell you that what you see as a mistake is exactly why I should be the first considered for his replacement."

With the nerves kicking in, Naressa stood up to her feet and perfected her posture, wanting to come across as assertive as possible. "With times changing, this company cannot continue to reflect itself as backwards and outdated, but instead, if it so is to sustain itself through the times that come and go, it has to match the present, and that is showing that a woman who is a feminist and confident can be accepted without being penalised in a way that will diminish her position. By deliberately ruling out the Nunez family due to such a simple thing as choice of clothing, you have showed that the company believes that women are reduced to their appearance rather than their ability."

A sly dry chuckle escaped her, as she knew she would either be crucified or celebrated. But when it came down to it, she had nothing to lose. Naressa began to walk as she spoke, ensuring eye contact with every single member as she continued to deliver her stand point. "I am a confident, independent, proactive person, who prides herself in the legacy of what my family has created, and even so, I cannot ignore that we have failed to evolve in some areas, and with that, I would put to use all my skills to ensure we keep going forth. There were concerns about stability and lack of knowledge on my part, and here I assure you that you could not find a more determined person than the person whose family's name lies on the line, this company is personal to me in a way that it won't be to any other candidate you may consider."

"My misstep in your eyes was but a highlight to our misstep as a company. What you penalise me for now is a reflection of your rejection of progression. For this, the world will penalise you for your shortcomings should you proceed to fuel a patriarchal system that is outdated and degrading to the women of this industry." As she settled back down, Naressa sighed, almost relieved she had gotten out the most of it. "The truth is, gentlemen, you need me. You need someone who will not fear going against tradition, and that will prolong the sustainability of this company. You need Naressa Nunez, because the future is female. Because the future will not care for the conservative approach to dressing, but instead what we can do for the world, what we can do for progression. So, with that, I plead the board comes to its senses for the sake of salvaging this company... Nunez Pipelines without a Nunez will just not last, because we, the Nunez, are the heart of the foundations that keep this going."

“Nene, que haces? Por que no te mueves, mi hija?” Nando walked over to a young Naressa as she stood backstage, hyperventilating. “Respira, cariño...” He kneeled down next to her, rubbing her back gently. “Breathe in, 1... 2... 3... And out... 2... 3...” The pair began their breathing exercises, and the heart that once wanted to jump out of little Naressa’s chest slowed down...

“In... Out...” Naressa took her deep breathes trying to calm herself, eyes closed, focused on the memory of her childhood. A knock on the door snapped her out of it, and she looked up at her reflection in the mirror. “One moment!” Naressa turned off the tap that had been left running when she zoned out, before composing herself. “Para ti, papi.” She whispered to herself as she looked in the mirror a last time then she headed out, face held high as if she had it in the bag.

When Naressa walked into the room, she glanced over the room taking in the faces of the people who held the fate of her family's legacy in their hands, before breathing in slowly. The noise was blocked out when it was her turn to speak, and as she sat on her seat, it was as if she could not feel her own body, as if her heart had dropped and only she could save it with her plea.

"Good afternoon. As you know, my recent behavior has brought us to this stage and I very much appreciate your understanding and willingness to hear my plea... I want to first apologise to everyone present, as there are no excuses for my disregard for the company's established image, and so with that, I want to take responsibility and assure you that I have learned from my mistake. In hindsight, my behavior was distasteful, not due to my clothing, but how I carried myself thereafter. Though not in accordance to traditional wear... Gentlemen, it's the 21st century and we must not forget that we must reflect the times." Clearing her throat, she half smiled trying to pretend she did not feel awkward about her stance. "I advocate for my placement as the head of Nunez pipelines in my father's stead, and instead of pleading without reason, I will tell you that what you see as a mistake is exactly why I should be the first considered for his replacement."

With the nerves kicking in, Naressa stood up to her feet and perfected her posture, wanting to come across as assertive as possible. "With times changing, this company cannot continue to reflect itself as backwards and outdated, but instead, if it so is to sustain itself through the times that come and go, it has to match the present, and that is showing that a woman who is a feminist and confident can be accepted without being penalised in a way that will diminish her position. By deliberately ruling out the Nunez family due to such a simple thing as choice of clothing, you have showed that the company believes that women are reduced to their appearance rather than their ability."

A sly dry chuckle escaped her, as she knew she would either be crucified or celebrated. But when it came down to it, she had nothing to lose. Naressa began to walk as she spoke, ensuring eye contact with every single member as she continued to deliver her stand point. "I am a confident, independent, proactive person, who prides herself in the legacy of what my family has created, and even so, I cannot ignore that we have failed to evolve in some areas, and with that, I would put to use all my skills to ensure we keep going forth. There were concerns about stability and lack of knowledge on my part, and here I assure you that you could not find a more determined person than the person whose family's name lies on the line, this company is personal to me in a way that it won't be to any other candidate you may consider."

"My misstep in your eyes was but a highlight to our misstep as a company. What you penalise me for now is a reflection of your rejection of progression. For this, the world will penalise you for your shortcomings should you proceed to fuel a patriarchal system that is outdated and degrading to the women of this industry." As she settled back down, Naressa sighed, almost relieved she had gotten out the most of it. "The truth is, gentlemen, you need me. You need someone who will not fear going against tradition, and that will prolong the sustainability of this company. You need Naressa Nunez, because the future is female. Because the future will not care for the conservative approach to dressing, but instead what we can do for the world, what we can do for progression. So, with that, I plead the board comes to its senses for the sake of salvaging this company... Nunez Pipelines without a Nunez will just not last, because we, the Nunez, are the heart of the foundations that keep this going."

“Nene, que haces? Por que no te mueves, mi hija?” Nando walked over to a young Naressa as she stood backstage, hyperventilating. “Respira, cariño...” He kneeled down next to her, rubbing her back gently. “Breathe in, 1... 2... 3... And out... 2... 3...” The pair began their breathing exercises, and the heart that once wanted to jump out of little Naressa’s chest slowed down...

“In... Out...” Naressa took her deep breathes trying to calm herself, eyes closed, focused on the memory of her childhood. A knock on the door snapped her out of it, and she looked up at her reflection in the mirror. “One moment!” Naressa turned off the tap that had been left running when she zoned out, before composing herself. “Para ti, papi.” She whispered to herself as she looked in the mirror a last time then she headed out, face held high as if she had it in the bag.

When Naressa walked into the room, she glanced over the room taking in the faces of the people who held the fate of her family's legacy in their hands, before breathing in slowly. The noise was blocked out when it was her turn to speak, and as she sat on her seat, it was as if she could not feel her own body, as if her heart had dropped and only she could save it with her plea.

"Good afternoon. As you know, my recent behavior has brought us to this stage and I very much appreciate your understanding and willingness to hear my plea... I want to first apologise to everyone present, as there are no excuses for my disregard for the company's established image, and so with that, I want to take responsibility and assure you that I have learned from my mistake. In hindsight, my behavior was distasteful, not due to my clothing, but how I carried myself thereafter. Though not in accordance to traditional wear... Gentlemen, it's the 21st century and we must not forget that we must reflect the times." Clearing her throat, she half smiled trying to pretend she did not feel awkward about her stance. "I advocate for my placement as the head of Nunez pipelines in my father's stead, and instead of pleading without reason, I will tell you that what you see as a mistake is exactly why I should be the first considered for his replacement."

With the nerves kicking in, Naressa stood up to her feet and perfected her posture, wanting to come across as assertive as possible. "With times changing, this company cannot continue to reflect itself as backwards and outdated, but instead, if it so is to sustain itself through the times that come and go, it has to match the present, and that is showing that a woman who is a feminist and confident can be accepted without being penalised in a way that will diminish her position. By deliberately ruling out the Nunez family due to such a simple thing as choice of clothing, you have showed that the company believes that women are reduced to their appearance rather than their ability."

A sly dry chuckle escaped her, as she knew she would either be crucified or celebrated. But when it came down to it, she had nothing to lose. Naressa began to walk as she spoke, ensuring eye contact with every single member as she continued to deliver her stand point. "I am a confident, independent, proactive person, who prides herself in the legacy of what my family has created, and even so, I cannot ignore that we have failed to evolve in some areas, and with that, I would put to use all my skills to ensure we keep going forth. There were concerns about stability and lack of knowledge on my part, and here I assure you that you could not find a more determined person than the person whose family's name lies on the line, this company is personal to me in a way that it won't be to any other candidate you may consider."

"My misstep in your eyes was but a highlight to our misstep as a company. What you penalise me for now is a reflection of your rejection of progression. For this, the world will penalise you for your shortcomings should you proceed to fuel a patriarchal system that is outdated and degrading to the women of this industry." As she settled back down, Naressa sighed, almost relieved she had gotten out the most of it. "The truth is, gentlemen, you need me. You need someone who will not fear going against tradition, and that will prolong the sustainability of this company. You need Naressa Nunez, because the future is female. Because the future will not care for the conservative approach to dressing, but instead what we can do for the world, what we can do for progression. So, with that, I plead the board comes to its senses for the sake of salvaging this company... Nunez Pipelines without a Nunez will just not last, because we, the Nunez, are the heart of the foundations that keep this going."

“Nene, que haces? Por que no te mueves, mi hija?” Nando walked over to a young Naressa as she stood backstage, hyperventilating. “Respira, cariño...” He kneeled down next to her, rubbing her back gently. “Breathe in, 1... 2... 3... And out... 2... 3...” The pair began their breathing exercises, and the heart that once wanted to jump out of little Naressa’s chest slowed down...

“In... Out...” Naressa took her deep breathes trying to calm herself, eyes closed, focused on the memory of her childhood. A knock on the door snapped her out of it, and she looked up at her reflection in the mirror. “One moment!” Naressa turned off the tap that had been left running when she zoned out, before composing herself. “Para ti, papi.” She whispered to herself as she looked in the mirror a last time then she headed out, face held high as if she had it in the bag.

When Naressa walked into the room, she glanced over the room taking in the faces of the people who held the fate of her family's legacy in their hands, before breathing in slowly. The noise was blocked out when it was her turn to speak, and as she sat on her seat, it was as if she could not feel her own body, as if her heart had dropped and only she could save it with her plea.

"Good afternoon. As you know, my recent behavior has brought us to this stage and I very much appreciate your understanding and willingness to hear my plea... I want to first apologise to everyone present, as there are no excuses for my disregard for the company's established image, and so with that, I want to take responsibility and assure you that I have learned from my mistake. In hindsight, my behavior was distasteful, not due to my clothing, but how I carried myself thereafter. Though not in accordance to traditional wear... Gentlemen, it's the 21st century and we must not forget that we must reflect the times." Clearing her throat, she half smiled trying to pretend she did not feel awkward about her stance. "I advocate for my placement as the head of Nunez pipelines in my father's stead, and instead of pleading without reason, I will tell you that what you see as a mistake is exactly why I should be the first considered for his replacement."

With the nerves kicking in, Naressa stood up to her feet and perfected her posture, wanting to come across as assertive as possible. "With times changing, this company cannot continue to reflect itself as backwards and outdated, but instead, if it so is to sustain itself through the times that come and go, it has to match the present, and that is showing that a woman who is a feminist and confident can be accepted without being penalised in a way that will diminish her position. By deliberately ruling out the Nunez family due to such a simple thing as choice of clothing, you have showed that the company believes that women are reduced to their appearance rather than their ability."

A sly dry chuckle escaped her, as she knew she would either be crucified or celebrated. But when it came down to it, she had nothing to lose. Naressa began to walk as she spoke, ensuring eye contact with every single member as she continued to deliver her stand point. "I am a confident, independent, proactive person, who prides herself in the legacy of what my family has created, and even so, I cannot ignore that we have failed to evolve in some areas, and with that, I would put to use all my skills to ensure we keep going forth. There were concerns about stability and lack of knowledge on my part, and here I assure you that you could not find a more determined person than the person whose family's name lies on the line, this company is personal to me in a way that it won't be to any other candidate you may consider."

"My misstep in your eyes was but a highlight to our misstep as a company. What you penalise me for now is a reflection of your rejection of progression. For this, the world will penalise you for your shortcomings should you proceed to fuel a patriarchal system that is outdated and degrading to the women of this industry." As she settled back down, Naressa sighed, almost relieved she had gotten out the most of it. "The truth is, gentlemen, you need me. You need someone who will not fear going against tradition, and that will prolong the sustainability of this company. You need Naressa Nunez, because the future is female. Because the future will not care for the conservative approach to dressing, but instead what we can do for the world, what we can do for progression. So, with that, I plead the board comes to its senses for the sake of salvaging this company... Nunez Pipelines without a Nunez will just not last, because we, the Nunez, are the heart of the foundations that keep this going."