The C Word

Catpower had been called in to Sandoz to explain the missing Eshakes and the missing cash credits.
As she sat in the grey office, that had a desk and three chairs for furniture, she waited for her team leader to show up. 
He took his sweet time about it.
She inspected the bitten down black nail varnish at the end of one finger. 
There wasn't even a power source to plug in her phone!
When he finally arrived C was completely unsurprised by his grey attire and his fake Alpha male posturing. He cleared his throat as he surreptitiously looked down from her face to her tits.
He smiled at her coldly, without offering her a drink.
"Miss C, it says here that you were not insured for the Eshakes, which were the property of Sandoz Industries."  Said the grey man.
"Well insurance costs money,,,,,so?" Replied C, letting her unfinished sentence offer a clue up to this fool, who didn't seem to get the point that she was making.
He laughed nervously.
"Everything has a price in today's world." He said with a lecherous smirk.
"I don't do sex stuff." Said C, who was now measuring this fuckers throat with her eyes.
He spluttered at this. 
Probably left his Viagra in the car outside.
"Miss C that would be really inappropriate of me, don't you think?" He went on.
"Here at Sandoz on the second floor we follow the teachings of EXIT/STENCE to the letter!"
C smirked in his face at this and winked.
"Greta makes it clear in the fourth chapter of her book that we, as men, should always obey women unless we have transitioned over ourselves into the holy state of womanhood." 
This creep was a natural born ass kisser thought C, studying her nail.
"I can't give you any money for lost drinks out of non existent wages." Said C logically, so that even this dunce lost in the matrix might understand what she was on about.
"Well here at Sandoz we are completely supportive of Trans Rights, I myself,,,"
C interupted him now.
"I don't give a fuck about your bridge building! I've come here today to tell you what happened that night, that's all! It was a Human War at the Naughty Kitten Show! And many of the people there lost there lives so that fucking goblins like you can hand over prime cuts of human meat to the Royal Dogfood Company! So shut the fuck up you cretin!"
The Sandoz exec started blushing now and looked embarrassed rather than angry. He excused himself and left C on her own to inhale the dead skin particles in this soulless dump. Even the black flies on the windowsil were fake! The whole world here was a painstaking recreation of a miserable time gone by. 
C had heard about what really went on in these places; the disappearances and the silencing of dissidents. Well she had brought her own insurance policy! She had smuggled in a shank through security downstairs. It consisted of a titanium nail with a plastic tape handle. As she pulled the weapon out from between her legs, the creep had returned with two men dressed in expensive suits. C wasted no more time and leapt at the larger of the three men and then the whole world went black as she felt the needle prick her neck 




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