The next day I retouched the curls from yesterday and put on extra makeup since Brad was "excited". I wore a collared white ribbed long sleeve with a low-ish v neck cut.. I think we know why. A short black skirt and my long black boots. Before getting to the office I made sure my makeup looked perfect and I went upstairs straight to Brad's office.
As I stepped into Brad's office, I noticed his eyes immediately lifting from his computer screen to scan me from head to toe.
"Wow, that..." His gaze settled on my cleavage.
"Hair!" he said, correcting himself with a chuckle.
"Thank you," I replied, offering a warm smile in return.
"Maybe I should give you every other day off," Brad mused, his tone teasing.
I shook my head, playful protest in my voice. "No, because then I wouldn't see my favorite boss."
Brad grinned, but then his expression turned more serious. "Although I would love to continue this, we have a meeting."
Standing up from his seat, he gestured for me to follow him. As we walked side by side to the meeting room, I couldn't help but notice his hand gently resting on my waist keeping us close together. When we arrived I sat in the seat behind him.
Ian's voice broke the tense silence. "We have Nazis in the game?"
David nodded grimly. "Kotaku found a guild of 40 or so members who openly profess to playing our game according to fascist principles."
Brad interjected, skepticism lacing his tone. "Okay, hold on. People use that word to mean 'anyone who disagrees with them.' How can we be sure that these are actual Nazis?"
"True, true," I murmured in agreement.
David turned to the screen, his expression grave. "Well, they did this with the shovel." With a click, a video began to play.
"So?" Brad's voice was uncertain.
"Yeah?" Ian echoed.
"Sorry," David muttered, zooming out to reveal a large swastika. My eyes widened in shock.
"Yeah, those are Nazis," Brad declared, a hint of disbelief in his voice.
Ian's tone was dark. "This is not what the shovel is meant for. It was made to murder people."
"And dig dicks," Brad added.
"Big dicks" I squinted my eyes and nodded.
David confirmed grimly, "They did that too."
Ian's voice held a strange admiration. "Say what you want about Nazis. They are precise. That's German engineering."
Poppy's voice trembled. "Oh, man. This is so upsetting. This whole Nazi thing is going to completely overshadow Dinner Party."
"Guys, can we please focus on the Nazis? 'Kay? We gotta get rid of the Nazis," David urged, his tone urgent.
C.W.'s unexpected suggestion stunned us all. "Perhaps we're being too hasty. Nazis make excellent villains. Have we considered embracing the Nazis, narratively speaking?"
"No way, you're serious," I interjected, unable to not giggle.
David's response was swift and firm. "No. No, we haven't. We're not embracing Nazis. We are kicking them out of the guild and that's the end of discussion. C.W., I need you to draft an apology. Immediately."
"Of course. Now, are we apologizing to the Nazis or on their behalf?" C.W. asked innocently.
The room fell into a shocked silence at his words.
