Winner Co.

Dorothy entered Quatre's corporate office with a shift grace. Quarter looked up and back down at his papers. Dorothy sensed his discomfort. Rarely, did he looked up without a welcoming smile and give her immediate attention.

To simply put: they were having an argument. Dorothy rather phrased the word as disagreement.

One of not many. In fact, the ratio should be one in one-hundred that they would have a disagreement on. Quatre's often compelling nature to compromise avoided any dispute the couple ever had leading Dorothy with an upper hand though she did conceded to his wishes as well.

Except for this idea. Quatre was adamantly refusing to let Dorothy follow through, but there was no other way around it without having Quatre's consent. So she had to think of a creative way to get him to agree.

As she walk towards his desk, Dorothy spoke, "I had some interesting statistics gathered." Quatre continue to ignore her. "The ratio of the world who at least heard of the Winner Corporation is one in every seven people."

She had reached his desk and look down at him. In front of him was a report and to his left there was a computer and to the right sat a photo frame of Dorothy smiling at him as he worked. At last he finally acknowledged her and said, "And the first thought that comes to mind when they think of my company is?"

"A handsome young CEO by the name –"

"No. They think of rich and the powerful."

"Perfect, it's a well-honed image –"

"I rather not have people endorse me. I am no role model."

Dorothy knew his total objection was because he felt uncomfortable of people adorning his company everywhere they go, not with his societal power.

"This is a way for you to share your power by letting them feel how it is like to be in your shoes."

"No, dear, not walking around about. And it is nothing fantastic. Status comes with a price."

"What I am saying, dear, is that there is a substantial target market for you. This would sell."

"I find it hard to believe people would want to be me."

"You are one of the most respected people in the ESUN. Ladies would want to be all over you if they could."

"And you rather have ladies coming after me?"

"Of course not. Is that they can get their husband in it and can pretend its you then and they can leave you alone."

Quatre was having a hard time thinking other males would idolized him.

"Besides they are not going to be you. Many would be tailored. Should I give you the statistic on the ratio of men look up to you?"

Quatre did not want to hear anymore about how other women may secretly fantasize him or male wanting to aspire to be him. He really did not want to care about that regardless of how kind he might be. "If you have not noticed, I was listed as the top five richest bachelors under thirty before marrying you and after that, all they did was switched me out of that category to top five wealthiest people in the ESUN. That category I was under a much larger pool of people. Hence forth, I can totally assure you that I am already a very happy man and I am grateful, especially having you now, and I really do not need to expand my fortune in another area."

This was going too long; the argument was going to recirculate again for what it was the past couple of days. Dorothy saw only one way to get him agree. She push his rolling chair outwards and sat on his lap and wrap her arms around his neck. Quatre, unprepared with sudden intimacy, tensed up and looked up at her in the eyes. He refused to submit yet and narrowed his eyes at her.

"No. Just not this. Come up with another idea."

She decided words were already spent on him and started kissing his neck.

Quatre force himself to stay focus from insubordination.

"Look, honey, my company is known around the world and in the solar system as a major space mining organization. We provide the industrial and natural, satellite resources sectors primarily and also invest heavily back into it though we do invest in some other areas as well like developing telecommunications through our satellites. We deal with the larger picture of things like providing the resources to build colonies. Infrastructure; civil engineering. I'm an industrialist."

"Who says you cannot expand your empire?" Dorothy said while moving upwards on her kisses.

Her hands were starting to roam around a bit too uncomfortable for Quatre to sit still without doing anything.

"I can, but you suggesting something entirely different! Textiles and mining are entirely two separate things. They don't mix. And I will not have people trying to be like me, nothing special about that."

"The image is self-indulging. Not like everyone would start putting on a blond wig. Besides the name would be inside as I promise."

"I rather keep my persona to myself," he said through gritted teeth as Dorothy hand was massaging a place wholly inappropriate. He can't lose. Once he submits, it will be over. Why was he letting her sway him. But she was offering something in return.

"I have already said before, I will be totally fine if you just use your name," he pointed out. "You are much of a celebrity as I am."

Dorothy put a finger to his lips to silence his further argument. "Your name has better connotation to it, and it sounds better. This yields a stronger image than Catalonia. Everyone wants to be Winner."

Quatre scrunch his face to that. "No –" At this point, Dorothy slip a hand under his pant and he sat up straight.

He couldn't help himself and titled her head for a kiss. After the deep kiss, Dorothy pulled away doing her best to keeping her face straight knowing she was close to victory.

Quatre eyes was blazing. She did not think such a little rub would excite him that fast. "How much," he inquired with a twinkle in his eyes. The devilish side of Quatre only Dorothy was ever privilege to see. She knew what he meant, so she whisper beside his ear, "Anytime you want."

Quatre closed his eyes slowly and let out a long breath, knowing he would most likely regret his words in the upcoming months to come. "Fine. But I am not going to wear for two years, just one. And I am not participating in any commercials." He was quickly negotiating all the terms she had wanted him to follow with. He did not dare to imagine what advertisement his wife would put him up to.

Dorothy knew this was the most generous offer she can get from the corporate executive who knew how to negotiate business deals as well. It was alright if he did not want to be in any commercials. She already thought of other ways to obtain media attention through him once it was under production and she was not going to voice them out now. One step at a time when it came to dealing with her rather brilliant hubby. She knew just how quickly Quatre would see through her thoughts if she give him the slightest clue.

"Alright, I agree with the terms," Dorothy said and sealed the deal with her husband with a kiss.

"If we start off with the first quarter at a loss, we are shutting down the company." Quatre piped in after the kiss.

"I am pretty sure Winner Co. would be quite a success once it hits the market." Dorothy reassured. After all, she had everything assessed. This was from the market range, to the designs of the clothes, to opening up stores if it was not for the brand name which halted production.

She needed Quatre's permission to use his last name because his family had patent not the company name Winner Corporation, but anything resulting to the use of the word Winner for it was exclusively their property right in anything commercialized. To lift the well-known image of his organization in the industrial area where the short term for anything harbouring the company logo was Winner Corp., Dorothy decided Winner Co. would be the abbreviated form for the new sector. It had the right sound to market the high-end clothing store that would specialize in exclusive suits for males.

"Now is a good time."

"What do you mean?" Dorothy arch an eyebrow though she sense his inner desire coming out.

"Love you," Quatre said wickedly and leaned down for a hard kiss.

Story inspire when I think of this clothing company named Winners. I always imagine Dorothy could be quite a business women for a variety of things actually. This one was just on fashion.

More one shots of Winner Co. to follow on the theme.

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