Alright, well, I've decided to do a Repo! The Genetic Opera fan fiction. I have a craving for one of this pairing, but I'm not going to say the pairing. That will just happen.
I've been obsessing over Repo! a lot recently, so I figured it would be spiffy to write for my fandom.
As a side note, I have not given up on "Just a Little Freddy" I just need a new Beta-reader. I have been unable to find one on the Beta-Finder who can Beta both Nightmare on Elm Street and Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. If you think you're up to the task, let me know via PM, alright? Thanks. As soon as I find a new one I can continue.
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"The scientists in the Project are working extremely hard to produce results which will prove..."
Blah. Blah. Blah. More science talk. There was a reason Pavi didn't do that well in the subject. He couldn't pay attention for too long on anything that was not of interest to him. And THIS was not of interest to him. Quite frankly, nothing that did not involve him and a couple of Genterns or a mirror- both if he was lucky, was that interesting. But as the new head of GeneCo, he was required to attend these monotonous meetings that made him want to cut off his own ears, True, Miss Amber Sweet was the actual CEO of the illustrious company, but she was so busy getting high on Zydrate and who knows what else, Pavi and Luigi were left to cover for her. Luigi wasn't much help, he spent so much time screaming and ranting about getting the best coffee it was amazing if he was able to sit five minutes quietly in his plush comfortable chair.
Pavi ran a single hand through his hair, wincing as a finger caught the edge of his current "mask", irritating the raw skin underneath as a result. Sometimes, he wondered if the masks were worth it. Beauty was only skin deep after all. But these thoughts went away quick enough as he stared in the mirror at the gorgeousness that was his face. Who cared what was on the inside when all that can be seen is the outside?
If it was up to Pavi, there wouldn't be any of these meetings, but the rest of the Board members had insisted that he should see where the money of the company was being placed. That was another thing the womanizer would love to get rid of- this ridiculous Board. All they did was whine and complain about everything, and not to mention that he knew what they said behind his back- the Board had done the exact same thing when his father, may his soul rest in peace, was in charge. But he digressed, what were these scientists, if they could even be called that, saying now?
"And in conclusion profits as a result of continued biogenetic research will increase substantially. As you can see, allowing us to continue the project doesn't only benefit the community," here Pavi snorted. What did a man of power like him care about the well-being of people he's never met before? "But greatly improve profits not just of the company, but you and your siblings' personal incomes as well Mr. Largo." Ah. Now his OWN income, that was more like it! Pavi smiled slightly, money was always good. Rotti Largo had taught him that much.
He surveyed the group of people in front of him, the executives sitting along the narrow rectangular business table, eagerly awaiting his decision. He noticed the slight desire-filled gazes of some of the females in the bunch- filing away faces for later. "I approve." That was probably the right thing to say. Maybe if he had been paying some form of attention he would have some idea of what they were proposing. The Largos didn't have a semblance of understanding for anything remotely medical; their father had failed to capture any of their attentions for very long unless the subject involved rewards. He was always good at that- seeing as he founded GeneCo as a young doctor trying to branch away from his hospital. The recent organ failure epidemic had given him a window of opportunity that Rotti seemed to have never regretted. Pavi would have to look into finding someone trustworthy to help with the medical terminology, someone he was sure would care for the company's well being (someone personally invested perhaps). Thinking about it, there wasn't anyone he knew of who could possibly help with that.
Sighs of relief filled the room as he spoke those consenting words, and not all of them came from the other occupants of the meeting; Pavi was just thrilled to see this business draw to a close. GeneCo had had a little trouble after The Opera Affair, and many were wary about the massive company. Nothing a few press interviews and good bribes couldn't take care of, they always were enough. Pavi winced slightly at the blandness of the meeting as he got up. Maybe now he'd be able to get some peace and quiet.
"Mr, Largo! A minute please!" A blond secretary called from the front desk of the floor, and Pavi sighed once more. Guess that peace and quiet would have to wait.