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[lisbeth]

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A deep breath, and then,

"Welcome everyone to the Elysian Enterprises 2021 showcase. How are you all doing tonight?"

Applause and various cheers sounded from around the room, Antonia's smile widening further in response.

"We have much in store that we are very excited to share with you this evening, but first, let's give a warm welcome to our company's CEO and my father, Rafael Pavía!"

As she stepped to the side of the microphone with a flourish, a tall, intimidating force of a man took to the stage in her place and the crowd cheered, continuing on as he shamelessly basked in their applause.

Her father hosted these showcases for their investors (and possible investors) each year in their home's dining hall – a section of the mansion commissioned by him specifically for the purpose of showing their benefactors that their money was being put to good use. Great use, actually. Antonia could only watch in awe as he willed the crowd quiet with only a few words, her eyes flickering across the captivated gazes staring up at him. All of these people were putty in his hands and they didn't even know it. Absently she wondered if she would ever be capable of inspiring such a level of respect and admiration from anyone, let alone some of the richest people in the world.

It was almost like she was invisible as he spoke, a large projector screen behind him earning gasps of shock and awe as it displayed his most recent creations. To these people? Security technology. To those he met in private with after the party was over? Weapons of mass destruction. Antonia was only allowed to sit in on those meetings and didn't dare to speak. She would silently observe the men her father lorded over, noticing that none of them spoke without being spoken to and mostly in German, a language she had been forced to learn as a child.

His speech was over almost as quickly as it started, the projector switching off as the final round of applause died down and the room began to hum with casual conversation and soft music once more. Toni had been about to leave the stage as her father approached, proud grin on his usually stoic features.

"Gioia, you did very well."

He placed a hand on her shoulder and she couldn't help smiling at his praise. Even now as an adult it was something she strived for.

"I barely spoke, papà, they're here for you."

Shaking his head, her father gave her a look that made her feel like she ought to know better.

"They are here for you too – don't forget you are the future of this company."

With an affectionate squeeze to her shoulder, he left her alone on the empty stage.

How could I forget?

she reflected, carefully making her way down the stairs and over to the champagne bar for a much needed drink and a break from the crowd. The company was her entire life from the moment she was born. Even if she hadn't known it, her father had mapped out her entire life before she had even come into the world. Being so integral to his plans made her proud, but heavy was the head that wore the crown. The bartender greeted her as she approached. Antonia's posture relaxed for perhaps the first time that evening,

"Vodka."

she instructed, knowing full well that the man knew who she was and would provide her whatever she asked for.

She definitely needed something stronger if she was going to be prepared for what was to come. Tonight's HYDRA meeting would be different from the others – she would be formally introduced to everyone and would weigh in on their conversations and decisions. Decisions that could impact this company, but more importantly, the world. Champagne wasn't going to cut it.

The shot glass was cold against her warm hands. Antonia downed it without a moment's hesitation, wincing at the familiar burn in her throat before setting the glass back down on the counter. Chatter buzzed around her and she paid no mind, mentally going over her notes for what was likely the 50th time that evening alone. The meetings usually consisted of the same five men that she had come to recognize but didn't know the names of.

One was a Russian man. Bald, burly, looking to be in his late forties and covered in tattoos in a way that made him look like an ex-con. In their line of business? It wasn't unlikely that he was. Her father usually talked money with him, or so she'd been told. They spoke in Russian and she was still learning that one. He provided her father with some kind of weapon or security that she knew little to nothing about.

Two of them were twins, both Italian and shorter than her, probably around her age if she were to guess. They were from a prominent family and supplied her father with materials from the black market, and sometimes worked as fences. Antonia grimaced as she thought of all the times she'd caught them ogling her from across the room, wanting more than nothing to slap the shit-eating grins off of their faces as they spoke to her knowing full well that she couldn't speak up in defense of herself. Her father seemed to only work with them out of sheer necessity and nothing else.

The last two were hard to read. One was an older man who never really spoke except in short sentences and the other was her father's closest ally: Nicolas. His origin was unclear to her but all she knew was that he advised her father on every decision he made. Nicolas was a scrawny weasel of a man that she often found scurrying in and out of her father's lab, a place even she was not allowed to go.

All of them were men, and all of them didn't seem like the kind of men who wanted to be told what to do by a woman. Especially not a woman who would have such big shoes to fill.

With that thought, she downed another shot.

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