Mr. Smith sighed as he wrote off another complaint about Fiona making jokes that were a tad bit too sad or depreciating than parents appreciated. At the very least she only did it a couple times a week, instead of every comedy hour every single day.
Unfortunately she had been having problems with parents saying unsavory things about or to her lately, and had gone a bit overboard two and a half months ago. Now he had to deal with the repercussions on the media, the new hires Jamilla and Madiline, otherwise known as "the booksters."
Which, yes, they write books for the company, but the booksters? What kind of duo name was that? And from what he knew, they didn't even interact!
He winced as he read Michael's report of what happened with DJ earlier that week, only having just been able to get to it. He had to deal with the complaints and it hadn't been flagged as important, so he thought it might be a question that didn't need to be answered right away.
Unfortunately, DJ had to deal with his first major Kevin. Or Ken, whatever you call them. But, thankfully Nia had been able to pick up his slack. He would have to thank her. She did a lot for DJ.
He paused, noticing he was finally done with his papers. That... took less time than he expected. He glanced at the clock and- yeah, he was doing an hour early. He smiled, standing. He winced as he popped his back, but turned to walk out, dialing his wife's number.
"Hey Honey, I'll be home early tonight. I'm going to pick up Henry's Birthday gift before I get home." Mr. Smith smiled to himself.
Today had shaped up to be a good day.
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Oh, the joys of animatronics! What was that? Karens? Ah, shoot.
FanficThe PizzaPlex needed repairs, and so did the animatronics themselves. Thank God that they had extras on-hand! Or, well, an order away! I would like to tell everyone who reads this story, that at the current point in time the first few chapters suck...
