Reeve

"Yes. Every reactor, every pillar. Like I said… a full inspection. There's no telling what kind of damage there might be. If you see anything—anything on all the ordinary, I want to know," Reeve Tuesti hung up the phone, putting his head in his hands. This fucking company. His assistant, a short, petite redhead, entered the office with a ream of papers.

"Sorry to bother you, sir…"

"No, it's fine."

"I've brought the damage assessment for Sector 7 you requested. Sir… perhaps you should try and get some sleep."

"No, not yet. I need to finish preparing my draft of the reconstruction plan before tonight's board meeting. Whatever reasons they might've had, destroying an entire sector is… Whatever reasons they might've had, destroying an entire sector is… ...It's beyond the pale."

"Director… I would strongly advise you not to say such things outside of this room. Perhaps I could help you destress."

Reeve grunted his approval. He was a handsome man, with a full head of hair and a dark beard. He was fit, with a seven inch cock. And unlike every other executive, he wanted the best for the people of Midgar.

Such was the stress that he barely lasted ten minutes in the crucible of his assistant's hot wet mouth. After she swallowed every drop, he kissed her affectionately and resumed his work.

***

The mayor watched the brief show with interest. Perverts, every one of them. Then his eyes fixed to the floor 60 cam and his jaw went slack. Was that Tifa fucking Lockhart?