The Orc of Social Media (2)
"Chairwoman. You need to wake up. It's time to head to the Eclipse Department Store."
"Mmm..."
The familiar scenery of her office greeted Elicia's eyes as she stirred at her secretary's voice.
Stacks of documents towered on the desk, surrounded by all sorts of expensive ornaments that decorated the chairman's office.
If anything had changed, it was simply the date.
"And due to the loss of the contract documents that should have been processed yesterday, it appears we'll be looking at a loss of roughly sixty-four billion."
Sixty-four billion.
An amount an ordinary person... no, even most corporations would struggle to absorb.
Even for a company the size of the Eclipse Group, a loss incurred in a single day was no small figure.
"Mmm... I wanna sleep more..."
Normally Elicia would have flown into a furious rage at such a catastrophic loss, but not today.
Not when the sight of Rascal lying beside her on the bed in the chairman's office made her lips curve into a smile.
Grin. Grin!
Because it filled her face with joy.
"Burp...!"
At that moment, a loud belch came from the secretary.
Elicia's eyes sharpened with anger.
'I clearly...'
The memory resurfaced—of failing to swallow every drop of semen and simply passing out.
Of how it had flowed down her face and formed a small puddle beneath the desk.
Yet the floor of the chairman's office was now spotlessly clean.
"Burp...♡!! I'm so sorry. My stomach feels a bit off..."
And the secretary standing before Elicia right now was an elf.
Wasn't it far too convenient that an elf had emerged from her secretarial office, which mixed four races—beastmen, humans, elves, and dwarves?
She had no intention of brushing this off as coincidence.
"You..."
"Oh dear... I'm sorry, Chairwoman. You seemed extremely fatigued and suddenly collapsed, so I helped you onto the bed here... Is that all right?"
The instant she moved to fire the secretary on the spot, Rascal woke up as well. He scratched the back of his head and offered an excuse.
Elicia stopped what she had been about to say to the secretary and turned her gaze to Rascal.
He must have changed into something comfortable before falling asleep; he wore a tight t-shirt that clung to his body and short shorts.
"Gulp."
"Gulp. Urrk...!"
Both elves swallowed hard at the sight of Rascal rising from the bed.
Zap!!
As Rascal staggered toward the shower room, Elicia fixed the secretary with a piercing glare.
"You... Watch yourself from now on. I'm only forgiving this because our Rascal-nim hates it when people fire others arbitrarily."
"...Understood."
Smirk....
At Elicia's warning, the secretary bowed her head.
But the corners of her mouth were curled upward.
She was the secretary who knew Rascal had been summoned from Orc Delivery.
It wasn't that she found Elicia's behavior amusing—the way the chairwoman spoke as if they were already dating when he was merely a temporary boyfriend.
Rather, she felt a twinge of envy that someone could pay money to spend even a brief moment building memories with an orc like Rascal, whose muscles were so firm and solid.
What the secretary mocked was something else entirely.
The catastrophe she'd witnessed the moment she arrived at work and stepped into the chairman's office.
Scattered documents everywhere, sweet-smelling female nectar staining contracts worth tens of millions to hundreds of millions.
The most horrifying sight of all had been the naked, unconscious Elicia sprawled across the desk with the thick scent of semen rising from below her.
Just how pathetic must her pussy be to pass out without even managing to swallow all of it?
That was why the secretary couldn't help but sneer.
Of course, she didn't let it show.
After all, she was nothing more than a salaried employee hired by Chairwoman Elicia.
She wasn't dating an orc, and she had zero intention of getting fired over a moment of fleeting pleasure.
Today's events were simply a one-time deviation.
"If you steal and drink semen next time... I'll make sure you can never find employment anywhere again."
"Yes. Understood."
The secretary nodded, carefully schooling her expression, and began explaining the day's scheduled tasks.
"Whew... So what time is it now?"
"It's already ten o'clock."
Ten o'clock.
The hour when ordinary office workers had long since commuted and were deep in their tasks.
Elicia was stunned that she had slept until this hour. The saying that time is money applied just as strictly to the Eclipse Group.
The market situation shifted by the hour; they needed to respond and adapt at all times.
"What about the urgent matters from this morning?"
"Complaints have already arrived from several business partners."
"Huu... Why on earth didn't you wake me until now?"
To think she was only rising at this hour...
"W-well, Rascal-nim said it was too noisy and turned off the alarm. He instructed me to wake you only when it was time to depart..."
"Then it can't be helped."
"..."
But what could she do?
If Rascal was tired, then losses in the hundreds of millions—or even billions—meant nothing.
Even if every employee at the Eclipse Group lost their job, would that possibly matter more than relieving Rascal-nim's fatigue?
Elicia stopped reprimanding the secretary and began reviewing the tasks ahead.
"Have we hired a new driver starting today?"
"No. I'll drive today."
The moment she'd seen the crystal ball from Iris yesterday, an emergency order had dropped on the secretarial office.
No matter how urgent, finding a replacement driver on such short notice was impossible, so the secretary had volunteered to take the wheel.
"...Send someone from another race. We have plenty of humans, beastmen, and dwarves, don't we?"
"...Understood."
A brief exchange of glances passed between them, and the elf secretary had no choice but to lower her tail.
She had to eat, after all.
'If I marry an orc, I could starve to death...♡'
"Prepare everything so we can depart the moment Rascal-nim finishes getting ready."
"Understood."
*
Vroooom~!
The ride in the luxury limousine was so comfortable it felt like one might drift off automatically.
"Hehe. Why don't you try some?"
If only Elicia weren't constantly bothering me during the ten-minute drive to our destination.
She poured wine from a bottle labeled something like Romanée-Conti into a glass. This was probably one of those bottles that cost tens of millions.
I drank it since she kept offering... but honestly, cola tasted far better to me.
I wasn't much of a drinker to begin with.
So with Elicia constantly refilling my glass and me nibbling on some nameless dessert, the ten minutes flew by.
"We've arrived, Chairwoman."
With a soft click, the door opened. A different driver from yesterday—wearing white gloves—opened the car door and saluted.
Unlike that annoying driver from yesterday, this one didn't even make eye contact with me. He simply performed his duties perfectly. I liked him immediately.
"Welcome, Chairwoman!"
As Elicia stepped out, the suited men standing behind the drivers all bowed at ninety degrees.
"Tsk... With sales at rock bottom right now, is this really the time for greetings?"
"We're sorry. We're searching for solutions."
Elicia clicked her tongue in clear irritation at the sight.
At her single sharp remark, the middle-aged bald man bowed deeply.
Watching from the side, I could see exactly how successful a businesswoman Elicia truly was.
"Guide us to the conference room. I need to hear the briefing right away."
"Yes! Contact them to prepare Conference Room 1 immediately!"
"Understood! By the way, this gentleman is...?"
The bald man, who had been moving with crisp efficiency, finally noticed me following along and asked cautiously.
"Our advertising model."
"Ah... So it's you, sir! It's an honor to meet you. I am Remnon, president of the Eclipse Department Store."
The way he bowed without the slightest hesitation even to an orc like me made him seem like a proper businessman.
Following the bald man and the others through the department store's private corridor and taking the elevator, we soon entered a large conference room.
Aside from the elves, most of them looked advanced in age—clearly the department heads and executives who each held a position of responsibility here.
"Then I will begin with a report on the current state of the Eclipse Department Store. Compared to last week, sales have fallen to forty percent. Operating profit has decreased by sixty percent."
"Why has operating profit dropped so drastically?"
The moment Elicia took her seat, they displayed the prepared PPT and launched into a diligent explanation.
The presenter answered smoothly even when someone asked a question after listening to the report.
"The sharp decline in operating profit appears to stem largely from orcs ceasing to visit. As part of our welfare initiatives, we support those with disabilities or who are too young to work properly yet suffer from financial hardship. The premium-priced products meant for them have seen sluggish sales, which seems to be the main factor."
"Hold on."
Elicia cut the presenter off.
"The welfare products are selling poorly, but why has operating profit dropped along with them? From the beginning, I ordered that we must not turn a profit on welfare projects, didn't I?"
"Th-that is... I-I'm not entirely sure."
"Remnon."
"I'm sorry. It seems the previous executive..."
"Haa... Restore everything to normal immediately. Trying to deceive customers with such lies and trickery from the start!! Isn't that exactly why the company's image is being destroyed?!"
Not turning a profit on welfare projects, she says...
From what I knew, Elicia was busy committing fraud left and right, wasn't she?
'Cutting off the tail, huh.'
The Eclipse Department Store's reputation had already taken a heavy hit after the previous incident where I'd gotten into a quarrel and Iris had flown into a rage.
Sales had been declining because of it.
It looked like they were trying to sever the problematic parts before things got any worse.
"I'm sorry! We'll restore it to the original state right away!"
"Tsk. Remnon. Do your job properly. Now that you've become the new president, shouldn't you be fixing all of your predecessor's mistakes?"
"Yes...! Yes! You're absolutely right."
"Continue the presentation."
With overwhelming charisma that held every person in the room in her grip, Elicia waved her hand, signaling them to move on to the next topic.
"Yes! To restore the department store's image, we plan to issue a formal apology alongside various discount events and local volunteer activities."
"Not bad. And what about what I mentioned?"
"We've contracted a new security firm and doubled the number of security personnel inside the department store."
"Good. Increase it further by next week."
"Chairwoman... That would incur far too much in labor costs."
"Wasn't it precisely because we were trying to save on those damn labor costs that we couldn't prevent the disturbances happening inside the department store?!"
At Elicia's sharp outburst, the conference room fell silent once more.
Both the presenter and the person who had just complained about labor costs.
"Do you even know who this orc sitting here is? This is Rascal-nim—the very one who was involved in that incident at our department store."
"N-nim...?"
Elicia's words caused a brief stir in the room.
They clearly didn't understand why an orc like me was present.
"He will personally serve as a model to promote the fact that our department store is implementing these measures and precautions so such incidents never happen again."
"An orc as a model?"
"Ahem... He must be quite desperate for money."
These racist bastards...!
With a single statement from Elicia, the entire conference room erupted into murmurs. It seemed only the department store president had known I would be working as their model.
"Quiet! Quiet! The current situation is nothing short of an unprecedented crisis for the Eclipse Group. But just as we've always overcome crises in the past, we will overcome this one as well!"
"Yes! Chairwoman!"
And so my debut as a model began.
Even if it would only last a single week.