The newest branch of Adebayo Holdings had seen its fair share of troubles. First, the apocalyptic nonsense happened. Then, a bunch of new competitors took the revived region by storm. Worst of all, however, was the CEO’s shoot-from-the-hip approach. At least, that was what the old guard whispered behind the new owner’s back. The loudest of these voices had originally spearheaded local recruitment efforts.

But one look at his job fair proposal got him kicked back to doing payroll. The booth had been boring. All the company-approved talking points fell between dishonest and banal. Then, of course, you had the decorations. The final nail in the Cofrarigus, though? The fact that the guy used transitions in his PowerPoint. That was the real travesty. Who the heck wanted to work for a company that took its tech advice from computer science teachers circa 2010?

After a few days remodeling the booth—and ordering a little bribery in the form of new tablets—Oz felt much better equipped to tackle the job. Which is why he insisted on manning the booth himself. It made great social media fodder and he bet kids these days would love taking photos with an honest-to-goodness billionaire. Even the ‘Down with Capitalism’ crowd could get a few followers out of it.

Decked out in the newer, more fun company merch, Ozni peered out at the crowd in front of him. Around him, large televisions broadcast the company’s culture in a series of fun training videos. A few plushies of the company’s mascot—a big pink Furret—lay at the front. Piled up behind him like a Black Friday blowout sal were about a dozen of the world’s top-end tablets. These were being raffled off via a company-branded raffle.

Looking up from his game of Angry Birds, the CEO found himself facing an empty space in front of him. Apparently, no one wanted to come down to the medical area. Probably because he was sitting next to a proctologist. It was a real—hah!--pain in the arse. Figuring they’d be quiet for a bit, he turned to his Eelektross with a trademark grin. “Hey, Stasia. Babe.” The eel looked up. “Can you man the ship for a little while?” Slim, scaly shoulders lifted in a shrug of assent. “Poppa’s gotta network.”

The suited woman beside the eel watched him leave with a tight little frown.

With his piece said, Oz rose from his seat and browsed the other booths. The military booth--manned by John Sullivan --immediately caught his attention.

Blue eyes sparked with mirth as he offered up a grin. But it wasn’t exactly his friendliest one. He might have defected to the dark side, but at least he didn’t treat kids like bubblegum.

“Running out of blood to grease the gears?” He snapped a picture.

Baby blues dropped back to his phone as he typed. Above his shoulders, his Porygon-Z flickered in and out of focus.

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