Chromatic Death

Some irate customer sends in an envelope full of powder, obviously intended as an Anthrax scare. We know we deal with a bunch of psychos, but you have to take these things seriously just in case. Did our company seal off the area where the envelope was opened? No. Did they stop more people from coming in the building until it could be checked out? No, they let us walk right in.

Carly, the person in charge of Customer Service, and John, the one sane VP we have here, were talking to the police and HAZMAT team outside when Bill (the company president) sent someone out to get John because he had things to discuss with John that took precedent over the lives of the 50 people in the building.

A couple minutes later, Bill sent someone out to remind Carly that they had a meeting at 11:00 AM that she needed to attend. It was 8:30 AM. It could’ve waited until she came back in. But apparently Bill saw it as much more important to exercise his authority than to worry about dealing with the people in charge of all of our safety in a proper manner. Pompous jackass.