Meredith Stout sat in her spacious, luxurious office, legs elegantly crossed, a glass of champagne in hand as she sipped with grace. Her assistant nervously handed her a file — the latest report from the intelligence division.
"Ms. Stout, this is the newest intel we've gathered. Someone is attempting to harm the company's interests," the assistant said cautiously, holding out the report that detailed attempts to undermine the corporation. But Meredith seemed utterly unconcerned.
Raising an eyebrow, Meredith took the file lazily, glanced at it, and smirked with disdain. "These trash think they can hurt the company? How ridiculous."
She tossed the file aside and shook her head dismissively. "How dare they think they can challenge executives of our caliber? They're overestimating themselves."
The assistant lowered his head slightly — he knew all too well her arrogance and contempt. To Meredith Stout, she was an elite, looking down upon the entire city from her corporate throne. Ordinary people were nothing more than ants.
"They don't understand how to survive — or how to face death. I'll make them pay for it," Meredith said confidently, a glint of pride in her eyes.
"Ms. Stout, perhaps we should take some countermeasures against those threatening company assets," the assistant suggested carefully.
"No need." Meredith waved her hand dismissively. "I'll handle it personally. They'll learn the price of crossing us."
Her tone carried an undeniable authority — arrogant, commanding, final. To her, these were insignificant pests begging to be crushed.
Standing up, Meredith brushed off her clothes gracefully, a cunning smile forming on her lips. "I'll see for myself just how bold these pathetic fools are to think they can deal with us."
Her presence was suffocating — a queen among mortals. No one dared to defy her. In her eyes, anyone who stood against the company was filth, and she would make them understand who truly ruled this city.
The assistant followed behind her, filled with both admiration and fear. He knew that resistance against someone like Meredith Stout was useless. Obedience was the only option.
Meredith walked out of her office with confidence and purpose, heels clicking sharply against the floor. Her next target: those who dared to threaten the company. In her mind, her power and influence could crush anyone who opposed her. In this world, she was invincible — a queen above all, with everyone else as mere stepping stones beneath her feet.
Meredith Stout strutted toward the lower-level intelligence division, already plotting how to "deal with" these so-called threats.
As she passed through the office area, employees straightened up immediately, saluting respectfully. Meredith ignored them, her gaze locking onto a young analyst.
"I heard you've gathered intel on people trying to harm the company?" she asked coldly, eyebrow raised.
The analyst nodded quickly. "Yes, Ms. Stout. We've found traces of a small group attempting to sabotage one of our projects."
"A small group?" Meredith sneered. "Who do they think they are? Trying to mess with us? Pathetic."
"I've compiled the data. Here's their activity log," the analyst said, handing her a file.
Meredith took it, scanning it briefly. A wicked smile spread across her face. "They think these petty tricks can threaten us? They're signing their own death warrants."
"What should we do, Ms. Stout?" the analyst asked nervously.
Meredith handed the file back and sat down gracefully. "Don't worry. I'll handle it myself. They think they're clever — but they're just ants trying to stop a tank."
Her tone dripped with mockery and scorn.
"They won't stop us. I'll personally make sure they understand what happens to those who challenge the company," she declared confidently.
The analyst could only nod, silent and fearful. To him, Meredith Stout was untouchable — her power and methods beyond comprehension.
Meredith rose and left the office, her stride light but commanding. Her eyes were sharp — predatory. She was used to challenges. She had never lost. In her world, there was no middle ground — only victory or failure.
She was determined to crush her enemies and show them how small and worthless they truly were. In her mind, she was the queen of this city; her enemies were nothing but insects beneath her heel.
Returning to her office, Meredith leaned back in her chair overlooking the city, legs crossed elegantly, radiating superiority.
"I've heard a few newcomers have entered Night City lately," she thought with amusement. "Perhaps I'll train them into obedient little dogs — loyal pets kneeling at my feet."
Meredith Stout gazed down at the skyline of Night City, pride and confidence gleaming in her eyes. To her, her authority was absolute. No one could defy her will or her ambition.
Later, she sat before a dossier containing intelligence on corporate rivals. Her expression hardened as she read — every line of data fueling her contempt and fury toward those who dared to threaten the company.
Her plan was already forming. Meredith Stout began mobilizing internal resources to completely eliminate the threat. In a high-level conference room, she convened senior executives and military commanders.
The air was tense and heavy. Meredith sat at the head of the table, her gaze cold and commanding.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she began, "a group of scum is attempting to harm our company's interests. But I assure you — they will fail. We are unstoppable."
One of the executives asked, "What actions should we take, Ms. Stout?"
"I have a plan," Meredith said with a confident smile. "First, we tighten internal security to prevent information leaks. Second, we mobilize our armed forces for a coordinated strike against the threat."
Another executive cautioned, "These people may target our staff and facilities. We must ensure employee safety."
"Don't worry," Meredith replied coolly. "Security has been reinforced. Our people will be safe. As for our facilities — they won't get within a mile of them."
The military commander asked, "What about logistics and supply readiness?"
"I've already deployed the company's elite strike teams — the best of the best," Meredith replied, sweeping her gaze across the room. "Eliminating these pests will be effortless."
"These threats may have outside support. We must prepare for that possibility," another leader warned.
"Outside support?" Meredith smirked. "Let them come. They have no idea what they're up against. We have the most advanced weapons, the sharpest strategists, and the most loyal soldiers. They're nothing but pathetic vermin."
The tension in the room grew thicker — her arrogance pressed down like a weight.
"I will personally oversee this operation," Meredith declared. "Everything will proceed flawlessly."
The executives exchanged uneasy looks.
"You'll have our full support," one finally said.
"Good," Meredith replied. "Let's show those fools what real power looks like — and teach them how stupid it is to oppose us."
After the meeting, she wasted no time. Orders were issued to the special forces — total elimination of the threat.
Meanwhile, she instructed the intelligence team to tighten surveillance around the Arasaka Plaza, ensuring no hostile interference could reach them.
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