Director Candyface's office was decorated like it was Halloween every day of the week. His chair sat neatly at the desk.
But he did not.
Dr. Dreadful knocked and stepped inside, pinching the bridge of his nose. The room looked empty, but he knew better.
"Director, could you get out of the vents for a moment? This is important."
A delighted giggle echoed from above.
Candyface slithered from the ceiling panel upside down before dropping into his chair like a daddy-long-legs.
"By all means." He propped his head on his hand.
Dreadful sighed. "Firstly, I would appreciate a reduction in the number of sharp objects lying around the workplace."
Candyface tilted his head, grinning impossibly wide. "Always so serious, Prez... you make funerals look festive."
Dreadful ignored that.
"Secondly... I suspect someone has been following me recently," he said. "The signs are there. So I'll be needing a Chief Security Officer. Someone capable of basic competence."
Candyface clasped his hands. "Ooh! Stalker or admirer?"
"Unknown."
"Interview time! My favorite," Candyface beamed. A second later, his expression darkened. "Let's see how many applicants survive past a minute."
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Evil Wins Or Your Money Back
HumorIn a world where heroes and villains run consulting firms instead of causing mayhem, Dr. Dreadful is determined to dominate the industry. As President of Villainous Advisory Inc., the mad scientist wreaks havoc one client at a time, alongside Candy...
