Veigar walked into the LOLmart and gave the store a quick look-over. He noticed the dirty, greasy floor over by the fast food station, and frowned disapprovingly as he discerned what seemed like little bits of old sausage chili scattered over the floor and counter of the station. In fact, looking around at the entire store, he realized the whole thing was kind of in a mess.
He walked over to the counter, where he saw Ahri stooped over in a state of extreme concentration, staring intently at the fur of one of her soft little fox tails and brushing the hairs one way, then the other way, occasionally blowing it with a quick little spurt of air from her mouth.
"Hey Ahri."
Ahri recognized the voice of her general manager, and glanced up casually at her boss.
"Heya Veigy."
Veigar winced slightly at hearing that nickname.
"You know, seeing as I AM the manager of this store, I really think it's employees should refer to me by a title. I've been thinking it over, and I've decided that from now on my new title should be Dark Overlord of Evil, His Highness, The Malevolent Veigar. So I'd appreciate it if you'd stop calling me Veigy and refer to me proper- ...Ahri, are you listening?"
"Of course Veigy, I'm always listening! You can count on me."
Veigar closed his eyes and rubbed his temples slowly. He was starting to get a headache.
"...Anyway, Ahri, this store is just a mess. I was kind of hoping that a certain...ahhh..."industrious" employee would take it upon themselves to mop and sweep the floors sometime."
Ahri reached forward and yanked out a peice of stray fur that had been sticking out from her tail.
"Well you know what they say, Veigy. Hoping and praying for stuff doesn't make it happen. You gotta go out and actually do it. I think the broom is somewhere over by the health bars aisle, and the mop should be somewhere closeby, though I think it's handle went missing a couple months ago." Ahri looked up at Veigar with the most touching, sincere expression on her face. "I swear I have no idea how that happened."
Veigar looked at Ahri and narrowed his eyes in consternation.
"Umm, that was kind of my hint telling YOU to go and clean the store up. Last I checked, you were the employee, and I was the manager."
Ahri pouted, her face a picture of sorrow, and her little fox ears drooped down slightly.
"I'd love to Veigy, I'm always trying to be a good worker, but I just can't. It's not in my contract."
"Contract? What contract?"
"The contract every employee is implicitly bound to when they get hired, of course. Mine says that I'm to be a "store clerk", and that means I'm responsible ONLY for manning the register, greeting customers, and tending to the counter."
"Why haven't I ever heard anything like this before? Where do you dig this stuff up? ...you know what, nevermind, I'm the damn boss, I'm just gonna go and hire a janitor."
Ahri perked up and graced Veigar with sweet little smile.
"There you go, Veigy. You learn really quick for a yordle!"
Veigar closed his eyes and rubbed his temples again. The headache was getting worse.
"I'm gonna head into my office. I've just got a huge pile of paperwork due tomorrow morning. Try not to let the store burn down while I'm not looking, ok?"
Ahri didn't respond. She had gone back to staring intently at another of her many tails, combing it this way and that with her fingers.
Veigar turned and walked towards the back of the store. As he walked, he mumbled quietly to himself.
"Sometimes I wonder if God just hates me or something. I kind of figured I'd be in a higher position of power by know, y'know? Like I'd be leading an army of darkness and subjugating entire cities and stuff. God, I just hate my life sometimes. And to top it all off I've got a league match at 6:00 am tomorrow morning..."
Veigar went up to a red door with a label affixed to it which said "Managerial Office", opened it, then dissapeared into his office, shutting the door loudly behind him.