"Yes," Getti unrolled the parchment she'd brought in, watching it roll across the length of the table til it rested to a stop about three quarters down, "If any of you feel the need to groan, do it outside my awareness."

Now, Getti was no spring chicken... she was fast approaching forty, and as much as she hated to, she fished out a pair of ultra stylish reading glasses from her vintage Gucci handbag and put them on to look down at her list, "First order of business," she looked up at the entire assembled staff, "We got rid of the old idiots, hired you lot and we expect you to prove you aren't as idiotic as the rest of the now... unemployed slackers."

She waited for Mona to add in her two cents, which was probably wise. The board of directors had reminded her again and again to be more diplomatic when it came to the staff and HR matters. In Getti's opinion, that was what Mona was here for.