God Of The Omniverse

Arias sat in his office, bathed in the mid-morning light filtering through the large windows. 

The city skyline was a backdrop to the carefully organized space of his office. His eyes were currently focused on the reports on Leviathan Inc., noting the ongoing issues and triumphs in silence. 

As always, the company was a well-oiled machine, but that didn't mean there weren't cracks forming beneath the surface. 

**Knock knock.**

The sound of the door knocking interrupted his thoughts, and he raised his head, sliding the files to the side. 

"Come in," he said calmly.

The door opened, and Cheshire stepped in, her movements smooth and eye catching. Her sultry figure was a welcome sight in the otherwise tense atmosphere of the office. 

Behind her, Vicki Vale entered, dressed professionally in a form-fitting suit with dark pantyhose that complemented her sharp, media-savvy persona. The contrast between the two women couldn't have been more striking.

Cheshire stopped in the middle of the room, placing a hand on her hip and flashing a playful smile. "You have a visitor, boss," she announced with a teasing tone.

Arias offered her a simple nod, his eyes drifting briefly from Cheshire to Vicki. "Thank you for bringing her up. You can leave us now."

Cheshire's gaze lingered, and she bit her lip subtly. "Whatever you say, boss," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of mischief as she let her hand slide down her hip slowly before turning, her hips swaying provocatively as she exited the room. 

For a moment, Vicki had watched Cheshire's exaggerated exit, feeling both admiration and unease. She then turned her attention back to Arias, feeling a bit of anxiety as she looked at him. 

Powerful men always drew her in, but Arias was different—there was something far more dangerous about him. Still, she wasn't one to be easily rattled.

"Well she certainly knows how to make an exit, I can see why you hired her" Vicki remarked with a playful tone, hoping to ease the atmosphere as she walked forward. 

She took a seat in one of the two chairs across from Arias's desk, crossing her legs with casual elegance.

Arias chuckled softly at her comment. "I didn't hire her," he said, correcting her. "She was… a gift." He said cryptically, each word seemingly chosen with care. 

The way he spoke made Vicki lean in, instinctively paying closer attention. 

She smiled, about to respond with something clever, but Arias was clearly not here for small talk. Before she could say more, his tone shifted as he asked, "Tell me, why should I choose you to interview me?"

The question caught Vicki off guard. 

She'd assumed she had already been chosen; after all, she had the reputation, the connections and the looks. But with Arias, nothing was ever that simple. 

The surprise flickered across her face but quickly faded. She wasn't one to crumble under pressure.

Smiling confidently, she leaned forward slightly, her eyes locking with Arias's. "Well…" she began, her voice low, "I've covered Gotham for years. I know how to navigate the media minefield here better than anyone else. I've built my career on getting the big stories, and I've always delivered." 

As she spoke, her hand moved to the collar of her button-up shirt, and with a casual flick of her fingers, she undid one button, revealing just a bit more cleavage. "I'm loyal, obedient, and discreet," she added, her eyes never leaving his.

Arias listened, his expression unreadable, though a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. He gave a small nod. "It's good to know your strengths," he said, leaning back in his chair. But then, his tone shifted again—this time, colder, sharper. "Now, what about your weaknesses?"

Vicki blinked, her confidence wavering. "Weaknesses?" she repeated, more to buy time than anything else. She had expected some pushback, but not this.

This time, Arias leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk and his eyes narrowing as he continued. "You lack true ambition," he began, his words firm. 

"You cling to powerful people, hoping their influence will carry you. You rely on charm and looks more than skill. And let's not forget your habit of taking shortcuts." Each statement was like a hammer blow, harsh and direct, leaving no room for denial.

Vicki visibly flinched, her smile fading as her fingers tightened around the arm of the chair. She could feel her pulse quicken, but she refused to look away. Lowering her head slightly, she spoke in a quieter voice. "I can improve," she said, the sting of his words clear in her tone. "I haven't let you down so far, have I?"

Arias watched her carefully, then nodded, pushing his chair back and standing. He walked slowly around the desk, the sound of his footsteps muted on the carpet. 

Stopping in front of her, he lifted her chin with a single finger, forcing her to look up at him. Vicki didn't resist; in fact, her lips parted slightly, and she bit her lip, pushing her chest forward almost instinctively.

"You're very good at stirring emotions," Arias said softly. "And yes, you've done good work for me so far. But your character… it makes it impossible for me to use you in the long run."

A flash of fear crossed Vicki's eyes, and she quickly spoke, her voice full of worry. "You… you want to stop working with me?"

Arias chuckled, releasing her chin and stepping back. 

"No," he said, shaking his head. "You're valuable to me, as I am to you. But understand this—if you keep clinging to men like me, you'll be seen as nothing more than a whore who used her body to get ahead. True as that may be, if you can't stand on your own, you're not worth my time. Don't you agree?"

The harshness of his words hung in the air, and Vicki could feel her pride being crushed under the weight of them. But she didn't argue. She couldn't. Lowering her eyes, she nodded, her voice barely a whisper. "I understand."

Arias gave an approving nod and turned away, walking back toward his desk. "I'll have my people arrange a few opportunities for you," he said, his tone now businesslike, "so don't disappoint me. You can leave now."

Vicki stood quickly, her movements a bit stiff. Her pride was deeply hurt, but she wasn't new to this game. 

She knew how to swallow her ego when necessary. The task he had given her felt pointless—just a way to keep her busy, to remind her that she was replaceable. 

But that didn't matter. She needed Arias, and she would do whatever it took to stay in his favor.

As Vicki made her way to the door, she hesitated for a moment, her hand resting on the handle. She glanced back at Arias, who was already back to his work, eyes focused on the screen in front of him. 

He didn't even look up as she left, the **click** of the door closing behind her barely registering in the silence of the room.