Konan V
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First Person
Whoever thought that spray-painting a phallic symbol to the north-east wall of the Latter Day Saints' Church would be funny, should immediately turn himself in. This is not a request, it is a demand. If you turn yourself in before they can check the prints to the spray can that was located twenty yards away, you'll save yourself from completely humiliating the company and yourself. As the company's attorney, I am liable to act in your defense, but I must know who is responsible as soon as possible- if they find out who you are before I do, I can not guarantee anything as I will choose not to defend you for vandalizing private property.
I am posting this for everyone to read as I will also ask those who know about the incident to relay what they know to me as well. If you turn yourself in, you will be under probation for half a year, but it's better than being completely dismissed.
Also, to those that want to make a point for Feel Good against those that oppose the industry... Please do not attempt to write the company name underneath whatever symbol it is that you are trying to draw. You'll only drag the company's name and smear it rather than doing any real good.
That is all.
Third Person
Konan was an elusive woman. If she wasn't running errands for the company heads (which she hates to do, but to keep her job simple she does), she would be outside in corporate meetings and conferences between different parties that have to do with legal matters that would go over most people's heads. Usually the meetings would consist of the doings of Feel Good and how it was ungodly and that they weren't abiding by the rules, or that Mr. Uchiha has done something that was more illegal than the last time around. Though when all else fails, anyone and everyone could find Konan in the employee lounge on the third floor, everyday at around midnight- and she was here, now, sitting on one of the couches with a cup of green tea at hand.
She wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary, just sitting and watching the empty place- the tvs around her still playing the same reel as it had in the morning. She would have to go and remind the video-techs to change the feeds later. Sipping on the cup at hand, Konan pulled her legs up, pressing them against her chest- lounging as if she was in her own home. Considering the fact that Konan spent at least eighteen hours a day in the building itself, it might have been easier just calling this place her home, anyway. She didn't mind however, finally moving out of her position to go and throw away the rest of the tea, grabbing her blazer and moving towards the elevator, taking out the keycard to go up to Madara's office. She would have to put the new filings and zoning orders on his desk for him to read later tomorrow.
As the elevator moved up to the last floor, Konan wondered about her past, and how exactly she got to this point- working for a large porn company, as it were. She sighed, her aloof facade failing as the elevator came to a slow halt, opening it's doors to the office of Mr. Uchiha, Madara. Sometimes reminiscing was a bad thing, especially when she had other important things to think of- like how in the world she was going to bypass the county law to get them to overlook that little mess-up that happened over at Angel's Hell- or even how she was supposed to talk to the church committee and how they wanted some of her- she stopped, shaking her head slightly to correct herself- their people to help out in removing that god-forsaken penis off of the church wall.
Konan frowned outwardly as she turned on the light to the office. This was going to be hard enough work in and of itself. Turning to look at the desks, Konan could spot the desk that belonged to Izuna and placed the necessary documents for the next day on it, before going to Madara's and doing the same to his. Returning back to the elevator, she took it down to the first floor, ready to leave for her place. Looking at the camera above the front doors, Konan let loose a small smile, giving a nod to the camera in way of saying good night- before heading back to the never-ending cycle that was running about Feel Good Inc.
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