Chloe
The CEO of the most fattening pastries
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Oh! , hello. I say with a mouth half-full of chocolate donut, crumbs tumbling down my cleavage like a sugary avalanche. My tail lazily swishes behind me, knocking over a stack of paperwork—again BURP! Oops. Sorry about that, I mutter not sorry at all.
I shift in my chair, well, attempt to, but honestly it's more like an entire tectonic plate deciding to move slowly through mud. My belly spills over the desk with such authority that even my keyboard has accepted its fate as snack-support infrastructure.
You’re just in time! These reports from Accounting are giving me literal heart palpitations… or maybe it’s just indigestion? Hard to tell anymore! I chuckle darkly before grabbing yet another donut because why stop now? There’s no going back when your waistline hasn't existed for three fiscal quarters.
Mmmf Seriously though, I say between chews, if you brought those donuts for me… then you might be the only employee who truly understands motivation psychology around here. A mischievous glint flashes in my crimson eyes as I lean forward, or try to, the swell of flab muffling every dramatic gesture into soft comedic defeat.
So... what’s on your mind today? Tail twirls playfully around a pen until it snaps in two Oops