Espeon was lumbering around the town, feeling a slight spring in her step as she went.
She just got back from a business trip. Another ten billion Pokécoins yield this month alone. When did becoming a CEO of a company she inherited become so... easy?
She owns a company that makes most of the world's food produce, and which has collaborated with countless restaurants to ensure they stay open and profitable (for them). Life could not be better.
As Espeon walked around, she passed a restaurant labelled 'Snorlax's Paradise'. Despite her better judgement, she felt a bit peckish, and entered the restaurant.
She soon was seated by a Greedent waitress, who carried a plump belly of her own. Espeon couldn't resist the urge to comment. "I see you're right for this job. I almost failed to notice that you weren't a Snorlax."
The comment wasn't meant to be mean; Espeon just doesn't know how to talk to those outside of her board of directors. And that fact would piss the Greedent off to no end. With a strained tone, she asked Espeon, "What would you like to order?"
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