Khalisah smiled as she put a cold compress on her slightly aching face, nothing else was needed to treat her "injury". Today's stunt, while mildly unpleasant, was already paying off. She was already being viewed on almost all human news stations and appeared in few Xeno ones. That and the journalist already had an entire series of articles about the human spectre's incompetence. And she won't even have to leave the house under the guise of injury while writing them. It's had been a successful day.
And it serves her right, that race traitor thought Khalisah with a chuckle and leaned on the chair.
Nirvana was interrupted by the doorbell. The journalist went to the door and carefully looked through the camera, she wasn't expecting anybody.
Almost immediately her face was split smile. Outside was a courier of fairly known, human delivery company holding a large bucket and what likely was a box of chocolates.
She opened the door and the delivery man politely handled her exactly what she expected plus a letter.
The moment doors closed and Khalisah found a suitable place for plants, she read the massage and almost jumped in joy. It would seem somebody was already appreciating her for showing what a fraud Shepard is.
With a wide smile, the journalist focused her attention on the box. She didn't recognize the brand, but it looked expensive.
Second, later it was opened and Khalisah put first chocolate in the mouth.
MMMMmmmmm... the taste was exquisite and soon she felt strange blissfulness spread through her body. A weak liquor perhaps?
The journalist took treats back with her to the desk and kept snacking her while writing about abysmal choice as a spectre that was Shepard.
A short while later, her hand went after another treat but found only air. Khalisah felt a pang of disappointment, but only made a mental note to find that brand in a shop and returned to work, licking the remains of chocolate from her lips.
However, after about half-hour, the journalist felt an emptiness in her middle, that released few ominous sounds.
Well those candies were only a snack. I need something more substantial. Besides, I can treat myself today and with a smile, Khalisah went to the fringe. She pulled out half-eaten Chinese and a large pizza. The journalist had a weakness for fast food and didn't care about the quality of what she was eating as long as it didn't affect her looks too much. Besides what's surgery and make-up for?
After a few minutes botch dishes were lying, steaming on the table and Khalisah began happily devouring food, her mind focused on taste and her latest success.
The apartment was filled with the sound of rapid chewing as the journalist simply pushed noodles to her mouth and soon after started tearing the pizza apart. As long as she was in the privacy of her house Khalisah had little care for manners.
Soon enough she leaned heavily on the chair and with a sigh of relief unzipped her dress, making room for her food belly.
The journalist was a bit surprised, she couldn't remember if she ever managed to eat that much.
*buuurrrrppp*
Eh... it's nothing one meal won't change my figure and I had a busy day Khalisah assured herself. With face and fingers covered in grease, the journalist started dozing off, her gut sticking before her.
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