A/N: Hey guys! Get ready for Ch. 3! This one's a little bit of a switch-up, so let me know how you feel about that . Thanks to everyone who subscribed, and thanks to humanusscriptor for reviewing (my only review so sad), I'm glad you like it. Please give me some feedback, guys!
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Vanessa smiled coyly at the government inspector eyeing her up from the other side of her desk. He was a stout, awkward man, who—in Vanessa's opinion—was not only under qualified, but altogether a laughable choice for this job. "We've received reports from your lower management about some qu-questionable trans-transactions…" He fidgeted as she feigned a look of surprised concern.
"Questionable transactions?" She repeated innocently. "Well there must be some mistake. I can assure you that Evil Incorporated is a perfectly legitimate and reputable corporation; we hold the esteem of this company in the highest regard."
The man glanced at his clipboard, searching for the incriminating numbers he'd been told to reference by his superior. His hands began to shake slightly as he searched in vain. Stalling, he tried to speak again. "I'm sorry, Ma'am—"
"Please," Vanessa leaned forward, flashing another smile and revealing the slightest amount of cleavage, prompting some red coloring to appear on the inspector's face. "Call me Vanessa." The man's blush deepened and he began to panic, unable to find the correct paper.
"V-Vanessa," he stammered. "It appears there's b-been a m-mistake." Vanessa cocked her head to the side, prompting him to continue. "I-I seem to have misplaced…I-I believe that we were misinformed." He got up hastily, knocking over the pen jar on her desk, scattering them over the floor. Vanessa remained seated, smiling calmly as the man rushed to pick them up. "Oh, I-I am sorry ma'am— Vanessa! I-I'll just be leaving. Thank you for your time."
"It was nice to meet you," she called as he shut he door clumsily behind him.
Vanessa paused a moment, making sure he was definitely gone, then stood up. She let out a light chuckle as she removed the papers from the underside of her desk. As she fed the incriminating forms through the shredder, her phone began to vibrate, a familiar tune sung by a quartet emanating from it. She picked up her phone, switching the shredder off with her free hand.
"Hey, Dad."
"Vanessa!" She smiled, hearing the happiness in her father's voice. "So, how did it go?"
"I took care of it," she said flippantly. "He was an amateur anyway. Honestly, I'm a bit disappointed with the caliber of investigative personnel they've been sending our way."
"Well, you know, Vanessa, I'm sure one day you're going to get a great nemesis. One who truly challenges you."
Vanessa rolled her eyes, laughing lightly at her father's attachment to his nemesis. "Dad, I told you before, I don't need a nemesis. I'm perfectly fine doing shady business without anyone trying to foil me. Why do you think I took the time to install the Incompetency-inator you gave me for Christmas over my door?" She glanced up at the red light blinking over her office entrance as she said this, remembering the look on the inspector's face when the beam of light hit him as he walked through the door.
"Well, you know, Vanessa, a good agent will avoid bursting in through the door…"
"Yes, Dad." Vanessa sighed. Just then, her phone beeped, signaling a call waiting. She decided to seize the opportunity to avoid a lecture. "I have to go, Dad, there's another call I have to take. I love you."
"I love you, too, Vanessa!" Click.
"Evil Incorporated, financing your villainous schemes and tomfoolery since—"
"Vanessa, it's me," a familiar voice said, sounding exasperated.
"Oh hey, Johnny," Vanessa sat back down in her chair, relaxing. "What's up?"
"So, a bunch of us were gonna go catch a movie tonight—you game?" She could hear gunshots, clicking and dramatic music from the other line, indicating her friend's obsession with violent video games had not subsided over the years.
"I don't know, I've got a lot of work to get done," she stalled. "We're in the middle of a pretty big merger with L.O.V.E.M.U.F.F.I.N. and I have to make sure that all of the embezzling and fraud is properly executed."
"Oh, come on, Vanessa!" A loud explosion emanated from her receiver. "Damn aliens," he muttered. "You're such a workaholic! When's the last time you went out? I mean really—what's the last movie you saw?"
"Johnny, I have this thing call a job. Sorry I don't have time to go out an party every weekend."
"You can't even remember, can you?" Vanessa sighed. "Come on," he urged. "The reviews are really good—it's not just some dumb action movie."
"Oh, really?" Her voice betrayed her skepticism.
"Yes, really! Jesus, it's by that really good director—what's his name…?"
"You're not going to let this go, are you?"
"Nope." She could hear the smile in his voice.
"Fine. What's the movie about, anyway?"
"Well, the trailers had a ton of explosions and chase scenes and shit, but I think there's like a love story in there or something. I don't know, but the director's really good. He's done some pretty badass anti-hero flicks." Vanessa leaned back in her chair, one hand rubbing at her temple, where a slight headache was starting to throb.
"Anti-hero, huh?" she said absent-mindedly.
"Yeah, it's when you wanna root for the main guy, but he's actually the bad guy and—"
"I know what it means." She paused, remembering something. "What'd you say the director's name is?"
A/N: So I hope you enjoyed this new POV! Let me know what you think. I was a little hesitant to write this one, 'cause I wasn't sure if I could really figure out her character. So give me some feedback! Please
