<strong>Name:</strong>Xuxa Romero/Kythia<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Top Floor of MacEwan Investment<br/><strong>Time: </strong>11:30 p.m.<br/><strong>Tagged: </strong>Monfang (optional)<br/><br/>Xuxa sat cross legged on the floor of the private office on the executive floor set aside for her use.  Black business skirt and jacket, white shirt.  Currently barefoot but a pair of sensible pumps were set neatly to one side.  The effect slightly ruined by the fact she'd had to hoik her skirt up in order to sit crosslegged leaving it showing rather more leg than the costume warranted, but otherwise she was the model of the business executive.  It wasn't her preferred style of dress but Queen Ant liked uniformity and it was important to blend in with the more mundane employees of the firm.  At least appearance wise.<br/><br/>A stack of notes sat in front of her.  Three hundred dollars in small notes and she withdrew a single dollar from her pocket and added it to the pile.  The bulk of the money was from the firm but she liked to add some herself to the chiminage, her own personal sacrifice to Queen Ant.  A lighter pre-positioned handily, a quick flick and the pile of notes caught.  The fire alarms in this office were disabled for precisely this reason but she nevertheless wafted a hand over the flames to disperse the smoke. Respect paid to the pack totem she slid the metal tray containing the ashes to one side and pulled another in front of her.<br/><br/>She hadn't spoken to the spirit of the building.  Wasn't entirely sure it was awakened in the spirit world, though it was the headquarters of a werewolf owned firm so it seemed likely.  But she still liked to give chiminage to it once a week as well.  Keep the building onside.  Sure it had security guards and maintenance staff and all the rest of it but they had little to do and she liked to think that was at least in part due to her weekly offerings keeping the building onside.  "Let no sacred place in your territory be violated" and this was what she could do to help.  Appease the spirits, make sure the building itself didn't turn against them.  She also made regular offerings to the electricity substation that powered them, the local fire station and any other utilities the building used.  If enemies moved against them, hopefully the respect she'd paid would mean that they were strong, that their territory was secure.  A few months ago they had refitted one of the floors and she had spent weeks paying tithes to the furniture wholesaler, the computer shop and all their other suppliers.  The chances of any of their spirits being awake in the spirit world were almost nonexistent but Queen Ant liked diligence.<br/><br/>Once the weekly rituals were complete she stood and looked out the window over the city.  A set of what she thought of as her "street clothes" were laying on the floor as they had been for a week now.  She really wanted to cast a ritual on them but there was always more important work to be done.  A pile of business newspapers sat in a corner, a few coins on a plate in front of them.  Not for the spirits themselves, just to show due respect to a source of information.  She had tribemates who would thank the soil or bent blade of grass that allowed them to track prey, this was exactly the same.  The business pages of the newspaper, the stock listings, various webpages - these were her equivalent of the natural signs that told of approaching danger and they deserved the same thanks.<br/><br/>The alpha sometimes liked to call in after the weekly chiminage and she tugged her skirt back down to look a bit more presentable.  She would watch the bustling city for half an hour, she decided.  If he came then she would deal with that.  If not, she would finally get around to casting the Rite on her street clothes.<br/>