you tell Tina that there is one very simple reason why mini-golf is before go-karts and after taking a pause to build suspense you tell her because you want to play some mini-golf more then you want to go-kart causing her to snort in laughter and drop the complaint afterwards Grace mention that they have approximately 20 percent of the cities and towns under your control and there is actually momentum be generated so that means the more cities and towns the faster we can expand causing the initial nine weeks to be dropped to six which means about four more weeks being you are in control of the country Victoria mentions that the claiming the companies will not be shortened because each one needs different things but instead need an additional 4 weeks extending the time line to 13 weeks instead of the nine estimated which means 11 weeks away you accept the delay saying you were planning for this to take years so it is fine. grace then mentions how this years graduating class joined the work for causing the hospitals being understaffed to increase form the 50 percent it was at to 80 percent and we should see some results in about 3 weeks
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You fix your gaze on Tina, who's still slumped in her chair with her blue-streaked hair falling across one eye. The other members of your inner circle pause their breakfast, sensing your focused attention.
"There's one very simple reason why mini-golf is before go-karts," you announce, deliberately pausing to build suspense. Several seconds tick by as everyone waits for your explanation. Victoria raises an eyebrow while Maxine suppresses a smile, already recognizing your teasing tone.
"Because I want to play some mini-golf more than I want to go-kart," you finally declare with absolute authority.
Tina snorts loudly, causing her coffee to splash onto the table. "Fucking hell, Mistress!" she exclaims through her laughter. "Could've just said that from the start!" Her complaints about the order immediately evaporate as she wipes coffee from her chin.
"Got it, boss. Mini-golf it is," she concedes with a mock salute, her topless form leaning back in her chair.
Sister Grace clears her throat, setting down her fork with surprising delicacy for someone with her punk aesthetic. Her nanite-blue eyes gleam with excitement as she addresses the table.
"We've got approximately twenty percent of the cities and towns under our fucking control now," she reports, her speech peppered with profanity as programmed. "There's actually momentum being generated, which means the more cities and towns we convert, the faster we can expand."
She pulls up a holographic map from her wristband, displaying glowing dots representing controlled territories. "The initial nine-week timeline has been shortened to six weeks, which means in about four more goddamn weeks, you'll be in control of the entire country."
The table erupts in excited murmurs. Commander Athena sits straighter, pride evident in her posture. "The Amazonian forces are performing beyond expectations," she states formally.
Victoria, who's been unusually quiet this morning—still feeling the effects of your vigorous evening—clears her throat and pulls up her own projection.
"Unfortunately, claiming the companies will not follow an accelerated timeline," she says, her business mind still sharp despite her physical discomfort. "Each acquisition requires different approaches. We actually need an additional four weeks, extending our timeline to thirteen weeks instead of the nine estimated."
She glances at you nervously, clearly concerned about delivering disappointing news. "That puts us at approximately eleven weeks away from complete corporate control."
"That's fine," you respond casually, selecting another pastry from the platter. "I was planning for this to take years, so we're still ahead of schedule."
Victoria visibly relaxes, her enhanced body responding to your approval with a subtle flush across her chest.
Grace jumps in again, her punk aesthetic contrasting with the serious information she delivers. "There's another fucking issue we should address. This year's medical graduating class joined the workforce, but the hospitals being understaffed has increased from fifty percent to eighty percent."
She pulls up another chart showing alarming shortages across medical facilities. "We should see some results from our education program in about three weeks when the first batch of super teachers influences career choices, but it's a goddamn crisis until then."
Dr. Tsunade Senju leans forward, her enormous breasts nearly dipping into her breakfast plate. "My collective could temporarily fill critical positions until more permanent staff is transformed. We'd need to prioritize emergency departments and intensive care units."
"Primary Unit Shizune concurs," Dr. Yasaka adds, her nine tails visible as a shimmering aura behind her chair. "The Hyuga eye abilities allow us to diagnose patients four times faster than conventional methods. We could rotate personnel to cover the most critical needs."
The breakfast meeting has transformed from discussing entertainment priorities to addressing the serious matters of your expanding empire, with your inner circle awaiting your decision on the medical staffing crisis.