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"All right, let's just get right into it." Reagen walks into the conference room confidently. She squints at the table and sighs.
"Jesus! Can we turn on the lights for once?"
Everyone immediately groans. "Some of us have hangovers, alright?" Andre complains. "Oh I'm so sorry, Andre!" Reagan mocks. "Is your Molly comedown relevant to global security."
"Guys, we are shadow running the free world here! Let's try to take this job seriously?!" She walks behind y/n who sits up. She hasn't been doing much recently and hate to get fired.
"As you recall. The candidate that we backed in from the last election won-but turned out to be too dumb to manipulate.." Y/n smiles to this. How can someone be that idiotic? It makes her question why it would be more difficult to manipulate dumber people versus smarter. She zones out in thought.
"But thanks to my sick! New! Invention, the deep state will finally have a president we can control!" She admires the presentation pictures of her robot. The others remain unimpressed.
"Ah.. look at that thing. I'm a genius!"
"Anyway, this is our biggest job yet, so get your shit together." She eyes the room. "That means no huffing chemtrails.."
"whaaaat...?" Andre throws down his canister. Y/n is still always so surprised by his drug intake.
Reagan walks by glen "No using drones to spy on your ex wife." Taking the control. "Hey! you don't know what she capable of!" Y/n is sure the worst is over feeding the birds.
" and no taking selfies on the moon landing set." She shows a picture of Myc, Gigi, and y/n posing playfully. Embarrassment over comes her. Gigi seems to not care.
"Ahah, top secret, isn't a thing for eighths and above, Reagan." She crosses her arms. "Yeah you're not the boss of us." Myc chimes in poetically.
"Actually, as of 12pm today, I'm literally going to be the boss of you." She leans on the counter and points at her co workers. They all participate in another group groan.
"And I'm gonna ban groaning! No more group groaning." She says rather cheerfully. "That's right get 'em all out while are you still can."
"Reagan! I'd like to see you in my office." Their actual boss speaks through the T.v
"Hah hah! Suck my dick!" She throws a glob on the table. It hits y/n and bounces off into some glass.
"Oh y/n are you okay?" Gigi sets her hand infront her on the table. "Ah maybe not-" she notices that Gigi is on her phone, chewing some gum absently. She sighs and decides to take it upon herself to get some ice from the clone lab. That's where all the best ice is after all.
When turning a corner she spots her soon to be boss with a white, brunette, man in a suit.
"-where we splice footage of rotting fox's into kids cartoons.. oh y/n..?" She gives her a look when she spots her holding her eye.
"Oh um the globe you threw hit me.." Y/n didn't want to lie just to save her dignity and Reagan probably doesn't care either way.
"Sorry 'bout that.. this is Brett.. say hi Brett."
"Hi!" He waves enthusiastically.
"Hello...Brett..that's a lovely name."
"Thanks my dad gave it to me! Or my mom. I'm not sure.." he ponders for a moment.
"Anyway feel free to join us I'm touring him around." She walks towards her lab. "Wait I need some.. ah whatever." She runs to catch up.
"And this is my lab! Where everything is peaceful, efficient, and the thermostat is controlled entirely by me!" She steps forward and some sort of arm robot lifts her and fixes her appearance. "Some day I hope to make the whole world like this! Efficient that is. Not controlled by me. That would be totally egomaniacal and I would never do that. Unless people wanted me too.."
Brett gasps and runs to the robot Reagan was showing off earlier. "Oh my god! Mr. President, what an honor." Y/n shifts uncomfortably. Reagan normally forbids them from entering. It feels unreal.
"The honor is mine." His voice switches to a high pitched robotic sound. "Actor James Van Der Beek."
Reagan laughs at Brett and walks over to them. "This isn't the real president. It's the robot replica that's gonna replace him." The face opens up to reveal and disturbing view. Y/n doesn't wanna look but can't help it.
"Love it, love it. Question is this place evil..?" Brett turns to y/n and raises a brow in question. She turns away unwilling to answer that loaded question.
"Ehh, is Facebook evil? Is Starbucks evil?" Reagan avoids the question as well. "At least here I develop tech that could prevent a war with Atlantis." She gets down and grabs a bag that was strangely on the floor next to her. "-and once a year, we get free tote bags." She hands it to Brett.
"What! Awesome. A neuralyzer , just like men in black!" He pulls out a pink tampon. Y/n sighs off to the side. "That's a tampon."
"Oh god-" he lets go of both items and puts himself in a defensive position. Y/n laughs out at the reaction.
"So honestly how did you get this job?"
"Honestly? I graduated Yale, top of my frat, spent some time as lobbyist, because I love lobbies." Of course he was in a frat, Y/n rolls her eyes.
"-and last weekend I was at a barbecue JR and he said he liked how firm my hand shake was." He makes gestures and seems quite proud of himself.
"Next thing you know they're throwing a bag over my head and then, boom! I'm here!" He seems so nonchalant about his kidnapping.
"oh my God, you don't have any experience at all."
Brett laughs nervously. "Nope!"
"You're just some kind of yes-man."
"Yes, man" he seems smug about his joke. Ending it with a wink. Reagan makes a interesting growlish noise.
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