The editor, dressed in an all black designer suit emerged into the main office space with a clickity-clack of ridiculously high-heeled, and out of place, lime green shoes. A roll of parchment was tucked under her arm, a quill in the other hand and an impatient air all about her, "What on earth is that racket?"

She glanced over at the breakroom and saw the Pretty Boy abusing the rubbish bin. Ignoring him, as was her usual course of action when it came to the attention seeking rich boy, Getti headed straight for the conference room.

"Mona!" she called, indicating that everyone on staff should follow and be in the conference room already, "Why is nobody ever ready?"