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a man in a tuxedo stands in front of a flag ALT: a man in a tuxedo stands in front of a flag

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"I would like your help to make a commercial for my Hotel and broadcast it on your channels."

She was very hopeful he would help her. She doesn't see what he would have to lose.

Being able to express her idea without a bunch of time being wasted was a blessing in her eyes.

"Yes! You are the overlord of Progress, innovation, the Future! Your entire brand is to change afterlives for the better!"

"Why not put your name on something great! Something new?" ->

"Thank you, um Vox."

Speaking to someone so casually right away when she's used to a professional manner does take some getting used to.

She smiled bright and professionally at him as she moved to sit down in the offered chair. Excitement flooding her face as he asked her why she was here. ->

Charlie was pleased with his charming presence. His wide smile and what she could assume would be a compliment.

Her cheeks flushed a bit. She was proud of her progress. And even though she was laughed at and mocked for her ideas. Bad attention is still attention. ->

❝𝘛𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯..❞

🌈|: I'm not dead! Not completely!

Hi!

Extending her hand with a sweet yet very professional smile.

"Hi, I'm Charlie. I know you already know that. But it's very nice to officially meet you."

His assistant opened the door and announced Charlie Morningstar's presence before retreating and going back to the ground floor.

Charlie stepped inside and glanced around the office before deciding to introduce herself. (Con.)

A bright smile and singing her way through pentagram city. Her last note was right before she opened the doors into the V Tower. She sang about how great this commercial will be.

Stating her name and time of appointment she was guided through the tower by one of his very tired assistants. (Con.)

He could give her tips on making a good commercial and he could play them on his channels without it getting interrupted with news channels.

She couldn't find Alastor at all before she had to leave for the meeting. Swallowing her concern, she entrusted Vaggie to the activities in the Hotel. (Con)

So she took it upon herself to get this sorted in a more comfortable and official way. She was the Princess of Hell. She needs to move people on her own.

She made an appointment with Vox, the Media Demon. His whole thing was television. (Con)

@voxtekenterprise.bsky.social

Charlie felt like things were finally getting in motion. She didn't like how uncomfortable Alastor was about the whole commercial business. Honestly she regretted asking him in the first place. It's kind of silly she didn't realize how much he hated television. (con)

I know right??

She blinked a few times, her eyes widened and she let out one of the biggest gaps. But she was also suspicious of how he could bring her to Earth so easily.

"I would LOVE to go. Buuuut this is not some weird sorcery, contract-y, or I owe you for a thousand years type of stuff? Right???"

Her lack of smile was from her focusing on the book she was reading, in ancient demonic. One of the bed time stories her mother used to read to her. Ah~ Good memories.

She looked over from the poke and looked at Alastor with a smile.

"Good morning Alastor!! How are you this splendid morning?"

Charlie just simply shook her head. A sweet and still excited smile firmly on her face.

"No, I've never been. I wish I was able to."

Her eyes widened. Her excitement couldn't be contained as she moved closer to him.

"How are the seasons up there? I'm sure it's very colorful! I would love to hear all about it!! It's very rare I meet a soul that actually remembers."