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“So… What’s your title?” Lucas was much younger then, but still always thought a step ahead.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re founding this whole organization… But what are you calling yourself? Like. Mom’s the CEO of Miller Labs, so what are you to Lucretia’s Fancy Relic Collecting Team?”
She sighed. “It’s called the Bureau of Balance.”
“I still hate how you’re literally calling your formal organization Bob, but whatever.”
“Also, it’s technically a non-profit. So I wouldn’t be CEO.”
“I was using that as an example. But really, answer the question - ooh, what about President? President Lucretia of Bob Enterprises.“
“No.”
“Why not???? I’m so going to change that to be my title when I grow up.”
“You know you’re not going to do that, right?”
“Watch me. But also, why not?”
“Because I’d rather not inflate my ego to that extent.”
“Okay, so… How about Commander in Chief? Squad Leader? Admiral?”
“This isn’t an army, Lucas.”
“You’re capturing relics and shit; sounds a lot like it.”
“But you have a ship and everything!!! You could be the captain-“
“Lucas, no.”
“Okay, okay! Jeez, why so angry all of a sudden?”
She paused - had her tone disguised her flinch? - and let herself regain her composure before Lucas spoke.
“Okay, don’t tell me then.” He took a moment to read her expression before trying again. “What about Lady Lucretia?”
“I’m not a king’s noble.”
“You could call yourself Boss too-“
“No.”
“That was a good one though!”
“It really wasn’t -“
“So what even is your job, then?”
“I delegate tasks, distribute funds, fix our priorities - to put it your way, I make sure everyone else does their jobs.”
“That’s not really a job though.”
She thought about it for a moment. “It’s kind of like in a play - there are the actors, and the set designers, and the writers, but then there are always producers and stage managers to run the whole thing.”
“Or in a film.” Lucas supplied the more modern alternative. “Like a director.”
“Exactly.”
“So what about Director Lucretia?”
“You’re getting warmer… Take my name out of it.”
“Madame Director?”
She smiled - one of her more wily ones - and wrote that down in her journal.
“Fuck, Lucretia, that’s obnoxious as hell. I love it.”
“Language. But you’re right, it has a nice ring to it.”
“Also, Lucas? You called me Lucretia - but it’s Madame Director now.” She gave him a sterner look - one of mock-seriousness.
He laughed, and then saluted her. “Got it, Director Bob.”