| Episode: | Season 1, Episode 1 – Chaos! At The Gala |
| Location: | Mary Belle Hairdresser |
| Written By: | Celeste Moneaux Amélie Moneaux |
| Date: | 08/17/2026 |
| Word Count: | 1,115 |
Celeste sat comfortably with the data pad in her hand, actively reading while the woman at the Mary Belle Hairdresser Emporium took care of her hair. Being one of two Chief Executive’s for a company that had been ran by her family for generations had its perks she supposed. Next to her, of course, was her twin sister.
Sharing her role with Celeste, Amélie took some pride in the fact that their grandfather had named them his successor. Of course, that was largely because their father didn’t want to be involved in the family business. Her hair was being pulled in about nine different directions by the young man who was doing her hair.
Amélie couldn’t help but think about how it had all played out in that moment now could she? The corporation they’d worked for, that had been ran by their family, was now hers to control. Well sort of, Amélie looked over with her eyes and saw her twin sitting there not paying any attention at all. “What’s you reading?”
Celeste didn’t look toward her sister, “Latest reports for the most recent drug trials,” Celeste pointed out. “Psychological medication,” She would have shrugged had it not been for her not wanting to mess up the flow. Celeste found it somewhat interesting, and yet it was somewhat boring at the same time. At the very top of a corporation most of the day to day operational needs were taken care of by the various executives.
After the gala event, Celeste would be in meetings all the following days. This was the first gala since she’d taken over the business. It was the first since her twin sister had joined her in that position as well. Perhaps the hardest part was sharing a role that had typically been held by one person, but since their grandfather couldn’t pick one over the other they both got the role.
Most of the time the twins agreed, if they didn’t then it just fell upon the executive board to come to some sort of refined agreement. Amélie didn’t like arguing with her twin, and a lot of their politics were the same. “Is that the one we opted to do the double blind study for?”
Celeste nodded, “Yeah,” She answered.
Amélie held out her hand and once her sister had handed her the data pad, Amélie began to read through it. Well, read was a bit of an overstatement, she was more skimming over it because this was not her wheelhouse. Like her sister, Amélie had started as a researcher so the research part was interesting to her.
The concept of a full study wasn’t something she found all that intriguing. “It looks like it was successful.” Amélie commented as she handed the data pad back over to her sister.
“Perhaps?” Celeste answered with a grin as she took the data pad back and continued to read through it. “We have to make a decision on whether or not we want to proceed to the next phase of the tests. Then, we need approval to distribute it across the station.” Celeste had always been careful about that, even if it was centuries since faster-than-light travel and humanity reaching for the stars lawsuits could still happen.
In the medical field, especially when it came to psychological conditions, they were always open to some sort of lawsuit. Celeste knew this, though in its history Vitalis Solutions had never actually been sued. “It looks like there are some side effects, but nothing overly terrible.”
“There are always side effects,” Amélie admitted rather sheepishly. Her head was pulled back so that her hair could be rinsed out. She stared up at the ceiling as she listened to her twin talk next to her. “If the executive board thinks we’re ready for the next phase, then…?” Her voice seemed to fade.
Celeste listened, “We can put it to a vote,” She said as her head was pulled back toward the sink and she deactivated the data pad. They were nearly done with this, and then it would be time to get dressed. The sounds of the ongoing market district festival were getting somewhat louder too. A group of screaming children rushing by as they went to the next set of games.
“What’s so exciting out there?” Celeste asked.
It was the hairdresser that replied, “The carnival games opened up.” There was a slight hesitation in her voice as she looked out the small window toward the group of scrambling children.
Celeste grinned, “Glad I don’t have children,” She lied. There was a part of Celeste that was ready for children herself. But, running a high profile corporation made it difficult to actually do that. “Maybe I’ll re-enter the dating scene?”
Amélie chuckled, “Right,” She said to her twin as her head slowly turned a little bit until she was looking at her. “Tell me how that works out for you,” She was being playfully sarcastic with her sister. It was all in good fun. The sounds of the children outside started to fade as they moved away from the shop fronts.
“When would you like to put it to a vote?” Amélie asked.
Celeste shrugged as her hair was finished and she was allowed to sit up. The hairdresser then finished up doing the final touches and curling it a little bit at the bottom. “Next week? Maybe on Monday.” She pointed out. “It gives me the weekend to make sure I didn’t miss anything.”
“We could put it to the head researcher to see if we missed anything?” Amélie suggested. Her head was allowed to move and she sat up, it was almost over. Her head felt somewhat uncomfortable as the last touches of her hair was done.
“Or, you could read through the report?” Celeste suggested sarcastically.
Amélie sighed sheepishly, “Oh all right,” She answered. “After the gala is over I’ll do that.” She mentioned and took the data pad to place it in her hand bag. She hated reading reports, almost as much as she didn’t like doing studies. Both were important, and they had about a dozen different decisions to make each day anyway.
Celeste finally stood up once her hair was ready, “You’re a goof,” She said to her twin while watching the data pad disappear.
Amélie frowned as she stood up and turned to the two who’d helped them. “Marvelous job,” She said seriously and with a genuine grin on her face. As she started for the door after paying and tipping, Amélie turned to face her sister. “I still say we should see what the researcher says.”
“Course you do,” Celeste said as they left.