Weiss POV:

I push open the front door, and the same employee tries to speak to me again. His voice trails off as I raise my hand, summoning my glyphs to freeze his mouth, silencing him. Ignoring his startled expression, I walk past him heading straight to the elevator. I press the button for the top floor, where my father's office is located.

The elevator doors open, and I step out, striding toward my father's office. As I approach, I slow down, taking a deep breath before knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" My father's voice comes from inside.

"It's me, Weiss," I respond, my tone cold

"Come in," he says, the fakeness of his smile evident even in his voice.

I open the door and make my way to the front of his desk, keeping my composure despite the brewing storm inside me.

"How can I help my dearest daughter?" he asks, his tone dripping with false affection.

"Did you know about the mistreatment of the Faunus and allow it to continue?" I confront him, my voice was unwavering.

He feigns ignorance, playing dumb. "Hmm, what are you talking about?"

"Perhaps these will refresh your memory," I say, pulling out the files and smacking them down on the desk in front of him.

Reluctantly, he takes the files and opens them, sighing in resignation as he reads the damning contents.

"Fine, I knew. But who cares anyway? They're just animals. We might as well profit from them," he says with a disturbing coolness.

My hands clench into fists at his callous words. I contemplate my next move, knowing that simply exposing this information won't be enough. I speak determined to make him understand the gravity of his actions.

"What if I report this to the news or the police? The company's profit will plummet, along with its reputation," I assert, my voice laced with a hint of threat.

A devious smile spreads across his face as he grabs the files and walks toward a nearby candle, lighting them on fire without care.

"Oops," he says, his smirk growing wider as he walks back toward me.

"You know when Winter decided to go to Ironwood I was furious but then I had you and I thought I finally had the chance to mold the perfect successor but you have disappointed me today," he tells me

His words and actions fill me with a mix of anger and fear, but years of enduring my father's abuse make me tremble in terror. I hate myself for it, even in the future.

He goes reaches under the desk and pulls a knife out.

He then approaches me, gripping my face with one hand while holding a knife in the other. The blade glints ominously, and I can't tear my eyes away from it.

"This will teach you to not go exploring things that don't concern you," He tells me

He then slashes my left eye, causing enough damage to scar but not permanently impairing my vision. I gasp, clutching my injured eye, staring at him in disbelief.

He nonchalantly tosses a handkerchief in my direction. "Don't make a mess and get out of my sight. I don't want to see you for a few days. And don't you dare do anything that could harm the company's image again. Do you understand me?" he says, dismissively returning to his work.

I respond in a monotone voice, devoid of any emotion, "Yes, Father."

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Leaving his office, I step into the elevator and make my way back to the entrance of the building. Clutching my injured eye, I board the bullhead, waiting to return to my room where I can finally release the frustration building up inside me.

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Entering the Schnee estate and reaching my room, I close the door behind me, shutting out the world. The room feels suffocating, and I feel the need to release the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.

In an outburst of anger, I grab a nearby lamp and hurl it against the wall, shattering it into a thousand pieces. The sound of breaking glass echoes through the room, matching the intensity of my pent-up rage.

"Hahahahahahahaha!" I start laughing maniacally, the pent-up emotions bursting forth like an unstoppable storm.

"How could I just stand there and do nothing as he marked my face?"

"My own father left a permanent scar on my face and acted like it was nothing!"

But as the laughter subsides, a sense of clarity begins to seep into my mind. I realize that dwelling on self-pity won't change the circumstances. This scar was going to be a part of me in the future but I didn't like how I ended up getting it this time. It serves as a constant reminder of the twisted nature of the Schnee family legacy.

I walk over to the mirror and touch the scar gently with the tip of my finger. It's a harsh reminder of the sacrifices I must make to bring about the change I desire. With a deep breath, I snap myself out of my self-pity. There's no time for weakness or self-doubt. I have a purpose, and I will see it through.

I grab my scroll and delve into research on companies and the path to becoming their president or CEO. To become one, I would need the approval of a majority of the Board of Directors, as well as the support of influential shareholders. As the heiress, I possess a certain number of shares, but it's not enough to achieve my ambitions.

Gaining the necessary approval and support may not be as challenging as one would assume. If my father is involved in the mistreatment of Faunus, some members of the board likely have their own secrets and skeletons in their closets. My plan crystallizes in my mind—I must improve my hacking, programming, and other skills to gather incriminating information that can be used to sway them to my cause.

It will take some months to infiltrate their systems and gather the necessary leverage. And if they refuse to cooperate, I will not hesitate to remove them from the equation entirely and acquire their shares in the company. After all, my vision for the Schnee Dust Company and its future cannot be compromised by those entrenched in corruption and cruelty.

As for the military, Ironwood's confidence in their firewalls and security measures will make it easier for me to do this out of sight as well. I will just continue honing my skills until I surpass their current system, leaving no room for doubt or vulnerability. If I am to bring about the change this company desperately needs, I must become a force to be reckoned with in every aspect.

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Nine months had passed since that incident, which my father conveniently labeled as a "training accident." He continued to act as if nothing had ever happened, dismissing the truth and the scars it left behind. But I couldn't forget. I couldn't let his cruelty and deception go unpunished.

In the aftermath, I threw myself even more into training. Countless hours were devoted to honing my computer skills and pushing myself to become a formidable huntress. I had grown immensely, both in strength and skill. Now, I could hold the Aegis active for an entire day, only needing a brief break before summoning it once more.

My instincts had sharpened, fueled by a reckless disregard for my own safety. My body had transformed, becoming leaner and more agile, reminiscent of Mikasa's prowess. However, I wasn't merely a copy; I had forged my own path, drawing inspiration from her while retaining my identity as Weiss Schnee.

The healing glyphs I possessed had also grown in power. They could now mend severe injuries with relative ease, and I was closer to summoning a fully manifested Dedede, my starter. I was becoming a force to be reckoned with, combining my inherited abilities with newfound strength.

Operation CEO was progressing smoothly. I had amassed a vast amount of incriminating information against the corrupt individuals within the company. The depths of their misdeeds astounded me, leaving me wondering how they had managed to evade the authorities for so long.

Sitting before my computer, I composed emails to the key figures who held the power to sway the course of the Schnee Dust Company. With each message, I included a potent dose of motivation, urging them to side with me in this battle for justice. Embedded within each email was a fail-safe, ensuring that any attempt to tamper with or share the information would result in its automatic deletion and public exposure by an anonymous source. There was no room for those who would undermine my cause.

I clicked the send button and patiently awaited their responses. Hours ticked by, and to my satisfaction, many quickly succumbed to the weight of the evidence and agreed to my terms. Word of the consequences for those who dared defy me to spread swiftly, leaving them little choice but to comply. As for those who foolishly resisted and sought to fight back, well, they were swiftly rendered irrelevant, no longer a concern of mine.

The stage was set, and the pieces were in motion. The time for change had arrived, and I would not falter. I prepared to dismantle the corrupt foundations of the Schnee Dust Company and reshape it into an entity that would make my Grandfather proud. This was my purpose for the moment and I would see it through to the end.