Chapter Text
Co-CEO! What a joke.
Kaz Matsumura was the co-CEO of Dramcorp and their supermarket, Omega Mart. He was supposed to be the mono-CEO. Chief. Executive. Officer. Executive means one! The founder, Walter Dram, published an article all about his endorsement of Kaz, about how he made Omega Mart and relocated the office and everything. Kaz knew Walter was on his way out, obviously, being old and all, so that meant Kaz would be the next Walter.
But he didn’t think it’d be so soon.
No farewell party, no celebratory source drinks, no within-work-hours karaoke, no giant ribbon cutting ceremony. Just a second-person account of Walter’s plans read by his daughter, Cecelia Dram. Apparently he “retired to a tropical mountain retreat,” whatever that means.
Kaz hated Cecelia. They had always argued in group projects and vetoed the others' project proposals. Kaz knew robotics was the future of the company; Cecelia was sure that it needed a spiritual rebranding. Cecelia spent a week’s vacation in the Forked Earth and came back obsessed with crystals and wellness and Leadership Ascension. Dramcorp didn’t need aetherialization or whatever, they needed automation. They needed product, but here was the co-CEO, messing around with rocks and obsessing about foiling the plans of a teenage-run hacking club. Cecelia was a lost cause. Kaz knew that. Walter knew that. But he couldn’t just overthrow his co-CEO and chuck her into a well, that would be stupid. And inefficient. And dumb.
Could he?
The source well was endless. Magic, or whatever. He couldn’t subject someone to falling for eternity, even if that someone was Cecelia.
Best he could do for now was ignore her and shut her out of the real CEO office. Even if that meant he couldn’t get in either. Whatever. Walter would be back soon and Kaz would be on top of the food chain again.