The Devil Wears Prada (Chiyo Emi vs Shinobu Hanae Sparing Match)

Shinobu could vaguely recall the events from last night, her brain went into autopilot mode from exhaustion. Her most recent batch of designers had almost made a mess of her show with their “ideas”. The drafts she received that day prior went straight into the trash, frustrated with the lack of talent coming through her doors. If only her cousin would wipe that chip off her shoulder and come work for her but no, she had to be an art teacher. She could never understand the mind of that Looney Tune, even when they were kids. Her name could be everywhere but instead she’d rather be some barely sustainable teacher. It made her grumble with irritation just thinking about it.

Workout Gear:

Snapping back from her thoughts, her gaze meets her own reflection, her Assitant poking her head out from behind, both donning comfortable gym gear. Madam President wore her sweats and top that contoured her body making her movements easier as well as her aide, she’d be damned to have sloop work beside her. Shinobu shifts her weight as she raises the bar bell up to her chest, her Assitant standing at her back with her right palm along their the small of her back while their left checks her hips. ”That’s great, Miss President. Just like that, you’ve got two more reps left.” She declares. Having added on an extra couple plates,The fashionista could feel the strain on her body from the intensity. Her muscles tighten as she slowly brings the bar down to her waist, her arms buldge as she goes for the first of her last two reps. She grits her teeth, lifting the bar bell up, her breathing slows on the draw upward, all the while he Assitant kept her steady. With her first rep made Shinobu breathes in through her nose, out through mouth as she lifts the bar for the end of her set.

Silent pants pass her lips as she sets the bar down; a fresh, clean towel passed to her to wipe off her sweat. Her Assitant immediately begins to check her tablet, swiping upward, they notice a time stamp in her schedule for their day at the gym. ”Madam President, I’m sorry but you have a meeting with Miss Chiyo shortly.” Shinobu’s gaze hardened, of course, now she remembered. That blasted woman was so pushy and in her exhausted state she agreed without much though. She scowls making the Assitant timid as she pulled the tablet up to hide her intimidated expression. ”Are you implying I forgot, my dear, sweet Assitant? Or was that a reminder for you?” Her cold words directed to her aid, they shifts their stance with a bit of unease as they reply. ”R-reminding myself, Miss President.” She answers quietly. With the beads of sweat brushed away from her face, she tosses her towel over her shoulder, catching any residual sweat as a familiar shape approached. ”It takes a lot nerve to want a meeting while I’m in the middle of my workout, I hope you’ve got something worth my while: Chiyomori Emilia. Pray tell, what could you possibly want with me?” Shinobu came off harsh and arrogant up front, in this business, one had to be ready for anything. Her gaze immediatly reaches their fashion of choice. Her brain begins to nitpick little things but she’d wait for the moment to unleash it, depending on the way their conversation lead.

Taking in her competition, she had to admit they had an impress build. Must be something in the water, if businesswomen and the like were as toned as this. Even her own Assitant, meek as they are, was somewhat built…well enough so that Shinobu could get something out of her. ”Make it short and sweet for me, I’ve canceled on a much needed massage today, so for your sake, I hope you didn’t come out here with the nothing of value.” She states plainly. A twitch in her brow making it very evident she doesn’t appreciate the tone they’d taken.