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— Order breeds a merciless death. Chaos is the only path to freedom. Tell me, are you alive or just breathing? ☥ Business Partner to @queenorenda.bsky.social‬ ☥ Parody. —

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— comfortably and you are back in your seat at your desk.]

My apologies for the intrusion, Ms. Thelemanque. I’m here to follow up about your email but I can return when you have time.

[I turn towards the guest, my tone unintentionally silvery.]

Forgive me, Tabitha, correct?

— Rust or Gold? —
December 17, 2025 at 4:21 AM
— mister.

Though she is not the voice I listen to upon invitation. I know the quirk in my thick brow is obvious but I await the sound of your voice granting me entrance. When you do, your door opens and I step in, slipping both hands within my pockets as I survey the room.

She is seated —
December 17, 2025 at 4:21 AM
[A mere seconds passes once I hear someone respond for me to enter but it is certainly not your voice. A familiar voice though indeed. My mind runs through who that is until it lands on an acquaintance of yours I met quite some time ago. I believe she was introduced as your sister from another —
December 17, 2025 at 4:21 AM
— Not as if you do not know who I am—a force of habit I suppose.]

— Rust or Gold? —
December 15, 2025 at 10:04 AM
— to get clarity in real time.

Knocking on the door, I slip my hands within my pants pockets and await your choice to allow me returned entrance or not. A slight glance upwards to your hidden camera to let you see my face but not too obvious in case anyone walks by. —
December 15, 2025 at 10:04 AM
— uncertainty, I do not appreciate story changes. Within seconds, I have returned to your door.

As I raise my hand to knock, I hear a second voice from behind the door and pick up the energy of a second entity with you. I pause, not wanting to interrupt, but this trip is in days. Time sensitive —
December 15, 2025 at 10:04 AM
[The Wmail notification pops up as your email does, dancing across my doc as I type up my latest preliminary observations on a new shipment to be auctioned in one of the upcoming shows.

A quick click and the preview displays more than enough to provoke several eye rolls. Whilst I do not mind —
December 15, 2025 at 10:04 AM
— thinking.

For the next few hours, I focus on the recent auctions and work that I need to attend to and readying what's needed for my assistant to handle as well.]

— Rust or Gold? —
December 15, 2025 at 9:06 AM
— jacket before taking a seat in my plush leather chair to get ahead of my business in preparation for this unexpected trip. I like to keep my work ahead of the game already but being gone a few days will put a proverbial wrench in that routine. Knowing you, a few days is likely wishful —
December 15, 2025 at 9:06 AM
— That'll be all for the moment but I will follow-up with more at the end of the day. I have to attend to quite a bit before my impromptu trip.

"Sounds good. I will be grabbing food, you want some, Sir?"

[I shake my head.]

Close the door on your way out.

[She nods and I unbutton my suit —
December 15, 2025 at 9:06 AM
— confirmation. I continue to leave her with orders for work and my personal errands. She handles both for me, which is great while my personal assistant is out of commission. Her temporary status has not hindered her work ethic and I am generously appreciative.]

"Will that be all, Mr. Kemet?"

December 15, 2025 at 9:06 AM
— you to attend to my business contracts, ensure all are signed, notarized, and filed appropriately. Reschedule all my meetings to two weeks from next week and set up any new clients for after the initial line up.

[Ms. Tahdir takes notes to perfection, nearly verbatim and recites them to me for —
December 15, 2025 at 9:06 AM
[No unnecessary attention but you request a seedboat.

I say nothing but nod on my way out, the irony too much to bear without a chuckle. I close the door behind me, and return to my office, signaling Ms. Tahdir to follow me into my office.]

The length of time is unknown right now but I will need —
December 15, 2025 at 9:06 AM
— Feel free to focus your attention on things you can and should control.

[I snap a wink and tip my imaginary hat as I head for the door.]

Inform me if my assistance is needed in the meantime. I will get things in order on my end.

— Rust or Gold? —
December 15, 2025 at 7:04 AM
— requirement if my leathers are harmed. Then again, I rarely put them in harms’ way—purposely. I did ruin a pair dealing with the witch, warlock, and vampire business. This, I shall not point out.

I grin.]

Ms. Thelemaque. It is not my first rodeo. My attire will be appropriate for the trip. —
December 15, 2025 at 7:04 AM
— my assistant get my paperwork in order. I am certain between the two of us, we can ensure we get the needed accommodations necessary for the trip and timely.

[My power and yours, we will get what we need before or en route.

The subtle shot towards my enjoyment with my clothes. Violence is a —
December 15, 2025 at 7:04 AM
[I do not dignify such an accusation with words. I have no interest in gold of any kind, save staters or even silver drachmas. The Spaniards could rot and so could their gold. Not something I would pilfer. But, projection has always been your strong suit.

I retort, dryly.]

Please do. I will have —
December 15, 2025 at 7:04 AM
— locator of the location rather than the gold itself.

I stand up, laptop in hand, and ready to exit this drab experience.]

When do we leave?

— Rust or Gold? —
December 15, 2025 at 4:50 AM
— fail to believe your threats.]

Perhaps. I have no plans to preserve anything but I am curious of traces of the place the gold hails from.

[Only recently, the Lost City of Gold has been found to trace back to my ancient home of Egypt. Dating back over 3,000 years. I would rather be the —
December 15, 2025 at 4:50 AM
— presumption is that you are not of the fighting persuasion any longer.

[A subtle, not so subtle, dagger to your lack of…power in command. Who you were before this encounter with your history is not who you are now. The lack of confidence and the skittishness around me are just a few reasons I —
December 15, 2025 at 4:50 AM
[A slick eye roll is the response I offer to your slick and comedic tongue.]

I am excellent company no matter the state of our relationship.

[As you threaten those who would be so bold to steal from you, I chuckle and fail to stop the inevitable eye roll that follows.]

Hm. Fascinating. My —
December 15, 2025 at 4:50 AM
— This, I cannot say for much of the young art handlers you have hired since this country shut down.]

— Rust or Gold? —
December 15, 2025 at 2:28 AM
— money, fame, and the like. My expertise is in the occult and ancient civilizations. Finding artifacts of their existence is far more interesting to me than riches. Though I am not above amassing wealth from what I find—from the right buyer and for the right price. It simply is not my goal. —
December 15, 2025 at 2:28 AM
— no desire, it is simple for me. There is no in between, I simply do not want it but that shredded tether does not affect my business.

Ever.]

Regardless, I am the best option you have. Who else can you trust not to steal this gold if you both find it?

[My interests have never been for gold, —
December 15, 2025 at 2:28 AM