Topic: Stories from Scyon City Subject: Tales from Syncorp
Aly stayed at her desk, feet propped up on the tabletop, a smile on her lips as she listened to Sam recount his daily life. She felt freer now that her unofficial big brother was there, the ruffle of feathers soothing her down to her soul.
Her eyes narrowed slightly after awhile when her phone began it’s shrill ringing in the silence, cursing she jerked forward to pluck the offending object and answered,
“Do you have any idea how late it is?” murmurs of a reply that had Aly glaring at her wall as she quickly looked at Sam sheepishly as she turned on her computer and looked it over, “And how.. did you mess this up so badly?” A few more murmurs had her sucking in a breath before her voice turned cold, an exact opposite of tone she had just mere moments before as she held a hand up to Sam to stop him from leaving, “Remember who you are speaking to. I knew the shipment was going to be late yes. That does..” The murmurs increased as she was cut off before she grew silent, the rain pelting the window as she instead of her normal yelling she sat there in silence before she taps a few keys on her keyboard and switched her phone to speaker,
“--- Trusted with something as important as this Alyeria!” She opened an empty email and quickly had one sent to an address that disappeared too quick for Sam to have caught before she spoke, her voice having an odd sweetness to it,
Samael's brow furrowed as he half-listened to the telephone conversation that had interrupted their own. As many times as he had been privy to similar calls in the time he spent here, he still didn't quite understand all the intricacies of business, it seemed; especially the level of business at which Aly worked. It wasn't as if he'd ever find himself in that particular arena, though, so he didn't truly try to understand it beyond how it affected her.
“I do believe, I trusted you with something as important as this shipment. Have I made an error in judgement?” She left the phone where it was lying on her desk before she turned her chair and tilted her head at Sam, smiling slightly.
Sam's eyebrows lifted a bit at that and he returned the smile along with a faint shrug that sent ripples through the raven-colored feathers of his wings.
The speaker on the other end of the phone sputtered at her question,
“N-no. You did not make an error in judgement. But a shipment..” Aly cut him off sharply,
“The shipment was expected. The shipment was to be processed accordingly no matter how late it is. Why did you call me if not for telling me that you, oh trusted one, have screwed up?” The voice sputtered again,
“Your father wouldn’t..” Aly slammed her hands down on the table and picked up the phone, turning off the speaker phone,
“My father is not here at the moment, even if he was here.. I run things now. You failed to process this shipment correctly and now, because you screwed up one simple task, I have to come down and fix it before he leaves… unless..” Aly takes another breath, “He hasn’t left yet.. has he?” A murmur and Aly began to see red in her vision, “No! Keep him there. I’m coming down..” a pause before she spoke again, “I don’t care what you have to do to keep him there! You keep him there so I can fix your screw up. Pay the man double.” Another murmur had Aly throwing her phone at her wall successfully breaking the screen.
Samael's ice-colored eyes blinked and then went wide as he flinched in reaction to Aly's outburst. The surprise faded quickly enough, though, and the standard serene set of his features returned as he took a step toward her. "Is everything alright, Aly," he asked, the concern missing from his face sounding in his voice, "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Aly sighs and walks over to her now broken phone and looks over at the winged man, her eyes filled with anger,
“Can you smite him for being a moron?” Aly sighs and opens the back of her phone and plucks out her sim and sd card before moving to her desk again and pulling out a brand new phone still in it’s packaging. After opening it and placing in the cards she turned it on.
Samael shook his head and offered a soft, soothing smile in reply. "If I smote everyone who has made foolish mistakes, Aly, I would certainly be very busy," he said, "and I'd likely have to start with myself."
He padded toward where she stood at her desk and rested a hand on her shoulder. "I can offer a bit of advice, though," he continued, a faint glow issued from his hand and radiated outward, easing the rage-fueled tension in Aly's shoulders, "Anger, my little sister, is an acid that can do more harm to the vessel in which it is stored than to anything on which it is poured, hm?"
Aly smiles at his answer shaking her head, “Anger at the moment will allow me to deal with this minor mishap then get back here.” She walks over to him and lifts herself onto her toes and kisses his cheek, “Thank you for coming to see little ol’ me brother. I have to go down to the shipping yard but if you wish you can stay here and make yourself at home.” She turns and picks up her jacket, keys and helmet and moves towards the door, shouting a goodnight behind her to the winged man.
Getting onto her bike she curses the man she put in charge of the shipment. She smiles at the roar of her bike before she peels out of her driveway and heads towards the yard. Once there she quickly stops her bike just short of hitting her worker as she dismounts the bike and places her helmet onto the seat. Walking the two steps to the delivery man she smiles sweetly,
“I am so sorry for this highly inconvenient delay. We all want to go to our homes and sleep.” The man briskly shook off all apologies just wanting to leave. Aly nods her head and roughly grabs the folder from her worker and holds out a pen, “A signature, was all that was missing.” The worker sputters,
“You had me thinking it was a grave error..” Aly turns to him her voice cold,
“It was a grave error in judgement. Without that signature his boss would then not be paid, which would mean I would not be paid. Which in turn.. means you will not be paid.” The man quickly signs the paper, murmuring a thanks. Aly smiles and shakes his hand,
“No, thank you for your patience. I will tell my people to add something extra to your payment for the hold up.” With that Aly turns, her hair stuck to her face due to the rain and replaces her helmet before mounting her bike, her words sending a shiver through her inept worker, “My father will be touch.” With that she spins her bike around heads home.
Posted on 2020-07-29 at 22:06:12.
Edited on 2020-07-29 at 22:54:42 by SilentOne
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