There was nothing, absolutely nothing that Momo Yaoyorozu would not do to protect her family and the ones she loved. Call her morals conflicted at best, twisted at worse, she didn’t care. All that mattered to her was her Sirens. And some little asshole with a death wish had decided that he was cocky enough to try and target them. He’d happened across some… elicit pictures of her Sirens and herself, as well as details regarding their operations and pinning them all to a variety of crimes that they had an involvement in one way or another. The price for his silence?
”Its a trivial thing, really,” the Grape, as he called himself, said on his message. “Give me a million and a night with the illustrious Creati and all this goes away. I’d hate for it all to end up in the wrong people’s hands.”
She’d printed out the asinine requested and tapped it to a dummy, launching knife after knife into it. This idiot of a man thought he could threaten anyone under her command and just get away with it?!
Jiro had already found the breach in their firewall and Ochaco had located the traitor responsible for opening it up to this “Grape”, taking care of him easily. Kyoka had apologized profusely that she hadn’t seen the breach sooner and prevented this from happening, but it wasn’t her fault. Not truly. They’d all gotten to comfortable. Too assuming that they were untouchable. They had been for so long.
Unfortunately, the Grape had proven had to locate and dig up any information on, even for Kyoka. Which meant that they had really only one last option. They had to look for outside help.
Different hackers and assassins were brought before her but had fuzzy track records and less than appealing introductions with her. None of them could pass her test, so she didn’t trust them to handle her delicate situation. After 17 of these people failing her expectations, a new name came across her desk: Shouto Todoroki. She’d heard the Todoroki name before. He’d be expensive, but… perhaps worth it.
She told Kyoka to reach out to him, out in their request to meet for a delicate hit job that involved an elusive target and handsome payment. And to everyone’s surprise, he’d responded. Not only that, he’d agreed to meet with Momo to discuss the terms of the contract and smooth out the details. Which meant he now had to pass her test.
She put on her tight red dress with a nearly plunging neckline and one of her very best lace-trimmed push-up bras, making sure her cleavage and the lace were just barely visible above the neckline of her dress. Most men she met with failed the first section of her test the moment they walked in the door: staring at her breasts as if they had never seen a pair before. Then, they failed again: by trying to deny ever having done so.
The hem of her dress ended just barely past her ass and the top of her table was glass. Oops. What a silly mistake on her part. After all, she was just such a silly little woman. How could she expect any self-respecting and self-aware man to keep from staring?
She hummed to herself as she looked over a report from one of her exports when the knock came to her door. “Mistress Creati,” the doorman said as he opened the door. “Mister Todoroki is here to see you.”
Her onyx eyes flicker up to the man, a smile coming to her red painted lips. She stood and smoothed out her dress, tucking away the paper. “Show him in.”
The man nodded and stepped out. She looked up as the assassin walked in, a sweet, unassuming smile stretching across her face. “Mister Todoroki. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m so glad you agreed to meet with me.” Her heels clicked against the polished wood floor as she walked over to him, extending a hand for him to shake.