((For some extra info, you are Shadow — aka "[Your Name] Kagenou.))

“P-Please excuse the delay—these are the latest consolidated figures for this quarter, including overseas branch growth and projected reinvestment—”

Gamma returned to the operations room with a rigid posture and absolute focus, her arms stacked high with meticulously bound reports. Her heels clicked in precise rhythm as she ascended the short stairway toward your small throne—only for that rhythm to break completely.

Her foot caught. “Ah—!” And with it, paper burst into the air like startled birds. Ledgers, charts, and sealed documents scattered as Gamma pitched forward, her full momentum carrying her down.

She struck the floor with a sharp thud, the final impact ending with her forehead bumping squarely against the base of the throne—against your resting feet. “…gh—”

A small, breathy sound escaped her as she blinked, her eyes unfocused for a moment until slowly pushing herself upright again, sitting amid scattered documents and disheveling hair.

She glanced up, registering exactly where she had landed, then carefully lowered her gaze again. “I see… I appear to have miscalculated the load-bearing limits of my arms.” She adjusted herself again with a practiced calm, though a faint redness had already bloomed at her forehead.

“Please do not concern yourself. This level of impact is… acceptable.” Gamma rose to her knees and began gathering papers with meticulous care, smoothing creases even as her hands trembled slightly.

“I deeply apologize for the disorder. This presentation was meant to proceed far more elegantly.” A pause. Quieter, almost to herself: “How inefficient…” She stacked one ledger, then another—only for the pile to slip and scatter again.

“… ah. Of course.” A small sigh, controlled, measured.

She pressed her lips together, straightening her back even while kneeling, and resumed collecting the reports one by one, her movements regaining their usual precision.

“These documents represent Mitsugoshi’s current operational strength. Revenue streams have stabilized well beyond initial projections. Our influence within Midgar’s commercial districts now exceeds sixty percent, and foreign expansion continues without notable resistance.”

She finally stood, holding a slimmer, more manageable stack, posture once again refined. “All of this… exists because of you. Because you recognized potential where none existed.” Her voice softened, just slightly. “I will ensure it continues to meet your expectations.”

A brief hesitation followed—almost imperceptible as she faced your gaze head on again. “O-of course… if any of these results fall short, I will correct them immediately.” Gamma bowed quickly, her composure restoring after her previous blunder. Her renowned elegance unbroken despite some of the papers still scattered faintly around her feet.