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Vladimir Masters was about to tear his hair out.
There was no way his assistants could be so incompetent, or so he thought. One would think that a man of his status could get someone capable of managing his (admittedly very busy) schedule, but such was not true. If only he could just make clones of himself… his life would be so much easier that way.
His three assistants, two young men and a woman, stood in the center of the spacious office, heads down like children being scolded for sneaking into the cookie jar. Vlad opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft snick. The soft hum of the computer's fan blended with the faint sound of traffic down below, creating a normally peaceful backdrop for his work. The tension in the room, however, soiled the normally serene vibe. He took long, slow strides across the hardwood floors before standing in front of the nervous workers.
"Now tell me," he asked, his tone eerily calm, "Which one of you manages my schedule?"
One of the men looked up, settled his gaze on Vlad's uncanny neutral expression, and began to blubber out an apology.
"I do, s-sir. But you see it wasn't my fau-!"
Vlad held up a hand to hush his protests. "None of that. If you cannot even take responsibility for your own shortcomings, you do not deserve to work for this company. I expect you to have your belongings packed before three o'clock today. As for you two," he addressed the remaining assistants, "The both of you will organize my schedule until I find someone qualified to do the task. You are dismissed."
The three – well, two at this point – workers scurried out of the room, allowing Vlad to settle into his quilted black leather desk chair and close his eyes. Thanks to his previous schedule manager, the meeting he had later on was now cancelled, leaving the rest of his night free. He spun around slowly for a bit before settling his eyes on his open laptop. His email was already opened up, so why not check for anything new?
Emails about company newsletters remained unopened, as well as two emails from his imbecilic ex-friend from college. As he continued to scroll through, however, he noticed an email sent out to the whole company about a local Battle of the Bands contest.
Vlad stared at it for a moment and brushed the back of his fingers against the faint stubble already growing in. Where had he heard of the Amity Slam…? Ah yes, it was where he discovered the post-hardcore band Freakshow and the metal singer Pariah! And with this competition going on, he might be able to find some new talent… The last band DALV sponsored, the Guys in White, had turned out to be a bust. It seemed that boy bands had a few more years before they got popular again.
Vlad held down the intercom button and spoke to his desk assistant, Sarah. Thankfully, she was one of the few people here that he could actually trust to do something properly.
"Sarah, send a car to pick me up in twenty minutes. I'm leaving a bit early today," he said, reaching to close his laptop.
"Of course, sir. I'll send Edgar to be in the downstairs lot by four-thirty."
"Thank you, that would be perfect."
Vlad leaned back in the chair and relaxed. Oddly enough, he has a good feeling about tonight. He wasn't quite sure why, but he knew that he would find something special at the competition.
He smiled, slipped on a pair of headphones, and waited in peace for the night to begin.