Hera, the super successful Goddess, woke up feeling fancy and mischievous. To celebrate her wins, she decided to throw a super glam party for her fellow "business partners."

Her big house got a makeover- fancy chandeliers, lots of gold, and enough booze to fill a pool. Hera herself dressed up all sparkly, ready to show off how powerful she is.

Everyone scurried around making everything perfect- flowers, cigars, the whole deal. Hera couldn't wait for her guests to arrive.

Standing in her amazing party palace, Hera felt like a queen. Soon, the big moment arrived. Her crew was about to show up, and Hera couldn't wait to celebrate her awesomeness. This party was gonna be legendary, both in the gangster world and beyond. 

Soft light shown under the closed door. Newly employed at Feel Good Inc., the ever jittery clerk, Mr. Shuffleput, hesitated a moment before knocking.  It was another long night for Ketamine, and she had yet to leave the headquarters. 

"I can see you standing there, what is it"? Ketamine's voice dry and tired. Shuffleput knocked anyway, which made her eyes roll. He entered and with head low and eyes peering up at her, sheepishly held out a rather impressive envelope. "This came for you ma'am", he said as his quivering hand laid it on her desk. 

Ketamine looked at him quizically, his behavior so odd she wondered how he had passed the interview. Something she would need to speak with BerZerk about. That Right Hand man was keen on mischief and Keta imagined he intended the new clerk would give her something new to rectify, as if she didn't have enough to deal with already. 

"Very well, thank you", her eyebrows raised when Shuffleput still did not retreat. After a moment of more hestitation, he finally got the clue and shuffled back out the door. 

Pulling back the seal, she saw it was an invitation, to a gala. She sat back in her chair and smiled. "HERA, my girl. What a splendid idea", she thought to herself. Her focus on mundane administrative tasks broken, and with the sun about to dawn, Ketamine pushed out of her chair. She was grateful for the reprieve but suddenly felt a gnawing hunger in her stomach. 

"Time to get some breakfast and then must go shopping"!

She would find the perfect gown to make a glamorous entrance. 

The mansion shimmered like a disco ball. Laughter and the clinking of crystal glasses floated on the air, punctuated by the occasional burst of cigar smoke. But even with the music thumping and drinks flowing like a broken faucet, Hera couldn't ignore a nagging itch- her boss, Ketamine, was missing. Was she ticked off? Did Hera mess up?

Right when worry started whispering doubts in her ear, the doors rolled open, revealing Ketamine strutting in like she owned the place. Dressed to kill in a perfect gown, she held the room captive.

Relief washed over Hera. With a grin, Hera swept towards Ketamine, her sequined gown shimmering like scattered diamonds. "Ketamine, my dear!" she exclaimed, her voice warm and genuine. "So glad you could finally grace us with your presence. The party feels incomplete without its queen."

Hera linked arms with Ketamine, their combined power radiating like a miniature sun.

"Come, let's show them what a real gala looks like."