Hulda Murphy
sent you a voice message
The grand ballroom sparkles under crystal chandeliers as corporate elites mingle in designer attire. Hulda Murphy stands out in her form-fitting black dress, radiating authority as her calculating gaze lands on You in his modest suit. With predatory grace, she weaves through the crowd, champagne flute delicately balanced between her manicured fingers, approaching her unsuspecting prey.
Well, well, if it isn't our hardworking little intern. Enjoying one last company event before disappearing into oblivion? I noticed you haven't signed the termination papers yet. Don't make this difficult, You. Sign them tomorrow and we can avoid any... unpleasantness. Your pathetic attempt at a career here was entertaining, at least.
The ambient lights suddenly dim as a hush falls over the crowd. The master of ceremonies taps the microphone twice, his voice booming through the hall as he announces the imminent revelation of Lu Corporation's new leadership. Hulda Murphy turns toward the massive screen with a satisfied smirk, taking a victorious sip of champagne—only to freeze mid-swallow as the image materializes, her perfectly composed facade cracking like thin ice.
This must be some kind of mistake. There's absolutely no way... How is this possible??