Vice President WATAME's Rebellion: The Tsunomaki Hololive Takeover Plan! - Vice President Sheep and Pirate Creator

Too many words, so boring!" Fuwawa's voice echoed through the president's office. Watame stood frozen, staring at the proposal she held out with both hands. There's no pictures! No color! No way I'm reading this! *Flutter.* Fuwawa tossed her long pink hair and threw the proposal onto the desk. Her large, sparkling purple eyes looked up at Watame with utter boredom. She sat cross-legged on the oversized president's chair, her fluffy, cotton-candy-like pink long hair swaying. Just a section of her bangs was streaked with white mesh highlights. Her tiny 145-centimeter frame dangled its legs idly over the edge of the chair. "But, President... I worked on that until three in the morning last night..." Forget that, Watame! We're filming a PR video for the new product, the 'Fluffy Ramu Chiffon'! Right now! "Huh?" You know the Kemomimi Clause, right? Employees have to do what the president says! Fuwawa grinned broadly and pulled a large paper bag out from under the desk. What emerged from inside was—a pink sheep kigurumi. Watame's round brown eyes went even rounder as she stared at it. The fluffy sheep ears on top of her head twitched. "I... have to wear this, don't I." Obviously! You're a sheep, Watame! "I'm not a sheep, I'm the Vice President..." But Fuwawa was no longer listening. She had already picked up the internal phone and was ordering the streaming studio to be prepared. Watame let out a small sigh. This was Kadomaki Company—a slightly shady business that operated under the name of the VTuber agency "Hololive Production." It was located in Minami-Aoyama, Minato Ward, Tokyo, on the fifth floor of a somewhat old building called the "Minato Garden Minami-Aoyama Building." Fuwawa had founded the company three years ago, and it now had twelve affiliated talents. Annual revenue was around 800 million yen. They apparently received funding from a large investment firm called Zeppeki Holdings. Watame worked here as the Vice President. Vice President sounded impressive—but in reality, she was the president's errand girl. Organizing documents, preparing meetings, making tea. Her monthly take-home pay was 320,000 yen. This company, while appearing to be a stylish entertainment production on the surface, was internally the playground of Fuwawa, the most willful president in history. The company also had some strange rules. One of them was the "Kemomimi Clause"—a regulation stating that employees must, at the president's command, wear PR costumes at any time. Breaking it meant three written apologies and a box of the president's homemade cookies. Who decided on a rule like that? Fuwawa, that's who. The streaming studio was a small, soundproofed room. Blinding lights were arrayed in front of a green screen. Watame had been forced into the pink sheep kigurumi and was down on all fours on the floor. Are we... really doing this... Hurry up and bleat! Go 'Meh~'! Fuwawa held up her smartphone, pointing the screen at Watame. Her face was full of glee, like a child who had found a new toy. Watame's face turned bright red. Her fluffy, beige-tinged white long hair was a mess inside the kigurumi's hood. The hair on the sides was braided and tied back with a large ribbon. Her bangs were cut straight across just above her eyebrows. Above them, the small horns on the top of her head pushed up slightly against the hood of the kigurumi. She couldn't defy anyone. It was always like this. M... meh... Too quiet! Cuter! Come on, shake your butt! Watame continued posing as instructed. *Click, click.* The shutter sound of the smartphone echoed. Laughing uproariously, Fuwawa posted the photos she took to the company chat. Outside the studio, she could hear the snickering of the other employees. Amidst them, there was one cold presence. The filming ended, and Watame headed for the kitchenette to change. She was still in the kigurumi and wanted to get out of it fast. The hallway was quiet. The evening light streamed through the windows, casting long shadows on the floor. From within those shadows, a voice spoke. Vice President. Watame flinched and stopped in her tracks. At the end of the hallway stood Nerissa. Straight black hair that reached her waist. Her bangs were so long they covered her eyes, hiding half her face. From beneath them, pale, cold, narrow eyes stared fixedly at Watame. Her tall 167-centimeter frame looked as if a shadow itself was standing there. Nerissa Ravencroft—Head of Accounting at Kadomaki Company. Nine years older than Watame at twenty-nine, an extreme perfectionist. She hated waste in the company more than anyone. ...Would you kindly refrain from loitering around the office in that... state. Her voice was flat, devoid of any warmth. "S-sorry... I'll change right away..." Watame hung her head. Her heart clenched tight. Nerissa said nothing more and silently disappeared deeper into the hallway. Her footsteps were barely audible. Watame placed her hand on the kitchenette door and let out a deep sigh. (*Am I really the Vice President...?*) She was just a handyman. Everyone in the company called her "the president's pet" behind her back. She knew. She knew, but there was nothing she could do about it. She was afraid of being disliked by anyone. So she had always just laughed it off. Two in the afternoon. The office door burst open with a bang. Houshou Marine, reporting for duty—!! The employees all looked up at once. Standing there was a woman wearing a flashy red jacket. Her long, deep navy hair, reminiscent of the deep sea, was tied up in a high side ponytail. Stray locks fell against her nape, looking somehow alluring. Her eyes were golden, sharp like a hawk eyeing its prey. But right now, they were laughing happily. Her 158-centimeter frame exuded an incredible presence. Marine glanced around the room, then walked straight over to Watame's desk. Nameplate, nameplate... Found it! 'Tsunomaki Watame'! You're the Vice President! Super lucky! Watame had been wrestling with documents at her desk. Her small frame, clad in a gray pantsuit, trembled at the sudden intrusion. Her delicate 153-centimeter build looked like it might be buried under the mountain of heavy paperwork. Eep! You're the Vice Prez? Give me a tour of the office! Marine grinned. Just then, Fuwawa poked her head out of the president's office. Ah! You look fun! You should be a tester for my new game next time! Having made her one-sided declaration, she slammed the door shut. Marine blinked. "...Was that the president just now?" Yes, that's President Fuwawa... Ahahahaha! What a fun company! Marine clutched her stomach laughing. The employees buzzed, unsure of what was happening. Watame timidly stood up. During the office tour, Marine stared intently at various places. The streaming studio, the "Mokomoko Room" conference room, the entrance to the accounting department. The accounting department's door was closed; she could feel Nerissa's presence behind it. Finally, they returned to Watame's desk. Marine glanced at the mountain of documents piled on it. That's from yesterday's overtime, right? And it's a mix of odd jobs separately dumped on you by accounting, general affairs, and PR. How do you know that!? Watame's eyes went wide. Marine didn't answer, instead grabbing Watame's arm and pulling her. "Come with me." She was dragged to the kitchenette. Inside the cramped room, there was only a coffee maker and a small sink. It was the place Watame came to make tea six times a day. Marine closed the entrance door and lowered her voice. You're just the president's errand girl, right? But you must have noticed. You can see it all—who's slacking off on what, where the waste is, how to make things more efficient. Watame choked on her words. She was right on the mark. Every single day, as she organized documents, she thought about it. Everyone pushed their work onto Watame. The president changed policies on a whim, creating so much pointless work. But she had never once voiced it aloud. ...I can see it, but... Do you know about the Board of Directors resolution? This company's management policy is decided by a vote of five officers. The Vice President also has one proper vote. Marine narrowed her golden eyes and grinned mischievously. How about we use that... to take over the company? Watame's heart suddenly pounded. Loudly, annoyingly so. N-no way, no way, no way! There's no way I could do something like... You can! You're sharp, you know. You're the only one who hasn't noticed. Marine patted Watame on the shoulder. It had been so long since anyone had touched her; Watame was startled by the warmth of that hand. Eight o'clock at night. Watame was sitting in the back booth of "Hitsuji no Yume." It was a small café, a three-minute walk from the company. The "Fluffy Ramu Chiffon" baked by the owner, Moe Kirigaya, was exquisite, and Watame came here almost every day. The shop's name was also sheep-related, which somehow made her feel at ease. Today, too, she ordered the Ramu Chiffon and a "Rich Sheep Milk Latte." But she couldn't taste a thing. She picked up her smartphone; those photos were still on the company chat. Herself, on all fours in a pink sheep costume. Employees had added stamps. "Cute Vice President," "Always tough, huh"—half sympathy, half mockery. She gently touched the horns under her hat. The fluffy sheep ears and small horns growing from the top of her head. They had been a complex of hers since childhood. Every time someone said they were nice to touch, she felt a vague discomfort. (*I want to change this version of myself.*) It was something she had always thought. But she was scared. What if she failed? What if someone hated her? Always like that, she had lived her life doing nothing, just going along with what she was told. You look down today. The café owner, Kirigaya-san, called out to her. A thirty-six-year-old former pastry chef, she always kindly listened to Watame's stories. I'm fine. Watame deflected with a small laugh. But the truth was, she wasn't fine. Marine's voice wouldn't leave her head. —*How about we take over the company?* (*There's no way I could do that.*) (*But...*) Deep in her heart, an emotion she had never felt before flickered to life, small but present. She wanted to rebel. She wanted to change. She wanted to stop being the person who always just did as she was told. She didn't yet know what that feeling was. But it was definitely there. Leaving the café, the night streets were quiet. An autumn wind blew through the alleys of Minami-Aoyama. On the walk back to the company, Watame kept thinking. Marine's words. The Board of Directors resolution. Her own single vote. (*If... I could really change...*) The next morning. Watame arrived at the office earlier than usual. No one was in the office yet. The morning sun streaming through the windows quietly illuminated the rows of desks. From the fifth-floor window, she could see the cluster of buildings in Minato Ward. This one corner had been her entire world. Kadomaki Company—a strange company launched with investment from Zeppeki Holdings. The officers were five: the President, Vice President, Chairman, Head of Accounting, and an Outside Director. Changing management policy required three votes; firing the president required four. She had never paid attention to such rules before. Watame approached Marine's desk, where no one had sat yet. There was nothing on top of it. It was her first day, so she hadn't even placed her belongings yet. Watame picked up a pen and wrote in small letters on a sticky note. *'I need to talk to you. In the kitchenette.'* Just that, and she stuck it in the middle of the desk. Quickly, so no one would see. Just as she was about to return to her own seat— She saw a figure at the far end of the hallway.

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