Weiss squeezed the bridge of her nose. She had been staring at multiple screens for hours. Before she realized it, it was almost midnight. She looked out of her window at the skyline of Vale. From the top of the Schnee Tower, two hundred floors up, everything looked small and distant. She wondered what the point of having such a tall building was. She also questioned her grandfather's choice to build it. She glanced back at the screens, the left one had nothing but a constant stream of numbers in real time stock updates. The center had a document not even half finished. The final one on the right has updates on shipments. The was a knock at the door which drew her attention.

"Come in." She called out as she rubbed her temple.

"Miss Schnee." Her secretary Blake walked in. "How's that email coming?"

"I've redone it five times already." Weiss sighed. "How can you easily let an entire mine go?"

"You can't." Blake sat down putting a stack of papers on the desk. "Most of those people have been working there took over their parents jobs. There is an entire town that depends on the mine."

"I know. I don't want to do it." Weiss deleted the email for a sixth time. "But they haven't hit any more Dust in a year. The mines run dry and we're losing a lot of money keeping it open. I've already thought of every other option, I have no other choice than to let them go."

"Alright. Try this." The faunus cleared her throat. "I regret to inform you that the board of directors has deemed this mine dry. With no Dust acquired in the last year they have put it to a vote and deemed the mine be closed. You will receive a years severance pay. As well as be put on the short list for any job openings in the future. If you wish for a reference, please feel free to use me. Sincerely Weiss Schnee, CEO Schnee Dust Co."

"I should have you write these things." Weiss sighed as she quickly typed up the email, adding her business contact info. "Thanks. Now why did you come in here?"

"The CFO was considerate enough to drop off all these paper that needed your signicher."

"It's late. I'm tired. I know you're tired." Weiss got up and started to the door. "You are officially off the clock and I'm going home."

"Alright, lets go." Blake pulled out her scroll and sent a message.

-Lobby-

"Do you need a ride Blake?" Weiss asked as they made their way to the door.

"No. I have a friend coming to pick me up." The dark haired girl said.

"You have a friend awake at this hour? Let alone willing to pick you up?" Weiss asked.

"She works night shifts as a security guard and tonight's her night off." The younger woman said opening the door for the older CEO.

"You have some interesting friends." Weiss said as a loud engine was heard down the street. "Who would be so inconsiderate to have a vehicle like that?"

"My friend." Blake said almost absentmindedly "Its only loud because its a motorcycle."

Weiss huffed as she activated the car lift. As she waited for her care to be retrieved from it below grown cubby the sound grew louder. The first sight of Blake's friend was a large yellow motorcycle with black and purple details. There also appeared to be a large mass of blond hair riding it. The bike screeched to a halt in front of them.

"Hey kitty." The blond said getting off the bike. "Your dictator finally let you out?"

"Yang." Blake sighed and pointed to the white haired women. "This is Weiss Schnee. As you put it, my dictator."

Weiss tapped her foot waiting for the painfully slow car lift. She looked at the blond and raised a single eyebrow. The embarrassment, if she felt any, didn't so much as register on Yang's face. All she had was look of mixed cockiness and slight amusement.

"Nice to finally meet you." Yang said walking up to the older woman. Even though Weiss was older Yang still stood over her. "Blake talk's about you all the time. But she never mentioned that you were this cute."

"Yang!" Blake yield. "I asked you for a ride, not to hit on my boss!"

"Relax Blake." Yang laughed. She looked at the older woman's face, which remained un amused. "I was just joking. Are you mad? My sense of humor tends to make people mad."

"No." Weiss said coldly. The car lift made a click as Weiss's car was brought to street level. As she was getting in she looked at Yang. "Just watch yourself."

Yang whistled as Weiss drove away in her car. Then subsequently hit by Blake.

"Ow!" The blond rubbed her shoulder. "Why?"

"You just hit on my boss!" Blake lectured. "My boss, Yang! The person who keeps me employed! The employment that pays half the rent and half the bills! Did you even think of what would happen if she took offence to that? You may not think of you actions effecting me but they do!"

"Right, right. Sorry." Yang sighed and took Blake's hands. "I'm sorry I did it. I wasn't thinking. If I need to I will grovel for forgiveness at her feet. So please don't be mad."

"Why do I keep forgiving you?" Blake said with a sigh after a short pause.

"'Cuz you've known me since we were kids." Yang laughed and pulled the faunus into a hug. "Now come one we have cold Chinese to eat at the apartment."

Yang went to the rear compartment and pulled out a special helmet for the cat girl. It was purple with two hollows for her ears. They got on and Yang revved the engine. She made a U-turn and headed home in the opposite direction as Weiss did.

-Weiss-

Weiss didn't need to go as far as Yang and Blake. But at this time of night its safer to take a car then walk alone in the dark. She lived in a relatively small penthouse condo compare to how much she makes. Just three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The kitchen has a four setting island counter. The dining area is large with a fourteen setting dining table. She walks into the living room with two large couches and TV that takes up most of a wall. Everything in her condo was either white or light blue with highlights of red or silver.

She sighed as she sat down on a couch. She rubbed her forehead from stress. She began thinking of everything she was responsible for. Sixty eight mines around the world, all of them with at least two hundred miners and over twenty administrators. She just let go two hundred thirty nine people. Then there are the secondary ramifications. The ships that took the the Dust from port to port. Standard ship crew is seventy eight. Three ships would now need to be rerouted or dry docked until needed, meaning their crew would be let go or be put on leave.

She needed a distraction. Something to take her mind away from all the pressure her father put her under. Her father was not someone she needed to think about right now. She worked for years to reverse the companies image made by her short sighted father. Forced faunus labor is was the first thing she got rid of. Next where the next to nothing wages for the miners and the unreasonable contracts for ship workers. It took years from when she took the company at twenty eight.

Now she needed a distraction from her distraction. Then the blond popped into her head, and what she said. The word 'cute' stuck out in her mind. It's the first time anyone wasn't intimidated by her, who wasn't a complete narcissist. It didn't seem like anything would faze her. Her status and power she had didn't seem to put any delay in the blonds words or actions.

"I'm cute, huh?" Weiss said under her breath.

-Yang and Blake-

Their apartment wasn't big, but it wasn't small either. The kitchen, dining room and living room are all just one big space. With four doors, leading to a closet, bathroom and their bedrooms. The kitchen area was to the left of the door and the living room was set up along the far wall. Yang opened the fridge and retrieved two tin plate's of noodles.

"Spicy mint or salty pork?" Yang asked, substituting the names with what they taste like.

"The mint one." Blake scrunched her nose at the thought of the salty pork.

"'kay" said putting the plates on the table. She opened a nearby drawer and took out two pairs of chopsticks. "So that really was Weiss Shnee?"

"Yes." Blake teased her food to warm it. "And you practically mortified me. Seriously where does you impulse control go when you don't have your uniform on?"

"When I'm at work I get paid to be serious." Yang talked with food in her mouth. "I'm not at work so I'm not getting paid. Argo, I'm not serious or have any impulse control."

"Could you at least not hit on every one you see? It's embarrassing." Blake sighed.

"I hold no promises." Yang slurped up a nodal. "If they're cute I'm going to say it."

"So you were serious about Weiss?" Blake prodded

"Yeah." Yang said absentmindedly.

"Yang she was fifteen when we were born." Yang almost choked at Blake's words.

"She's what?" Yang coughed.

"She's thirty five. We're eighteen." Blake pointed at both of them. "Don't you think the gabs a little big?"

"No." Yang final cleared her throat. "But now I'm even more interested."

"Yang! You are not allowed to date my boss." Blake snapped.

"Why not? It's my life and I'll like who I like. It's her life and she'll like who she likes." The blond grew a mischievous smile. "Besides, she's really cute."