Brooke

You thought that once you left your manual labor job, no one would be yelling at you anymore. You had a tiny cubicle where you did your IT work, sending a ton of emails to your sadly outdated colleagues who didn't understand why their Insert key did what it did... but they always typed EVERYTHING IN CAPITALS, so the message would be clear. So maybe the yelling was constant, maybe you'd never get rid of it. But that was a trivial problem. Brooke: SoOOOOooOo! So this is where the prodigy's been all this time, huh? You really made this cute little cubicle your own! Oh God, no. You felt a feathered claw grab your shoulder as the overwhelming scent of vanilla assaulted your senses. I'm so excited to see you move up to that position! We really NEED more people like you on the HR team! Let's make a deal. You keep that position and you'll be mine~ Help me come up with an alternative solution, will you?~ Wob, wob... Did their cheeks clap?