a thing

Marcus walked down the hall with purpose, a small entourage followed closely behind him. His second in command, Ayane, walked beside him with a clipboard in her left arm, "Morale overall has improved significantly after we struck a deal with that insurance company, profits have picked up since that last stint in Uzbekistan. Oh, and you have a block party at 4 this evening, they want an update about our R&D team in Ohio."

Marcus sighed, "Why do they keep bugging us about our lab techies? I've asked them to just leave them alone, we're not making tech that cannot be tampered or replicated,"

Ayane picked up on Marcus' pause, "Officially; I doubt that you'd be able to hide those magitech devices for much longer. Seriously, I doubt it will be much longer until someone questions how everyone seems to work together seamlessly, without anyone ever verbally communicating."

As the group walked further down the hall, there was a tune that wasn't there before, (kill la kill, satsuki theme) which seemed to fit with the atmosphere. Marcus wanted to write it off as him hearing things, but then it just got louder, until he finally figured out what was causing it. He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Dammit, Steve! I've already told you, if you don't stop with that Kill la Kill music shit, I will personally murder your iPod. And that's only the first thing I'll do."

A worried gulp was heard, followed by, "Sorry, sir. Won't happen again."

"It better not... Unless I'm making a speech and the mood is right for it."