EPPP Confidential- Part II
Jeanene Broadsmoore had worked as the personal assistant to the EPPP (Executive Premium Product Pricer) far longer than most people remembered that there WAS an EPPP. And in all of her time sitting at the desk outside of the EPPP’s office, she had never seen the kind of mayhem, chaos, and emotional terror created by a single meeting.
It was originally thought that the meeting (also known by most as HFSD or HolyFreakinShirt Day) had been called merely to update all of the department heads on the next series of game content, and make sure that everyone had their “Stampy’s in a row.” However, as soon as the large glass doors to the board room closed, it was evident to everyone within a hundred feet or more, that this was no ordinary planning meeting.
There was yelling…chairs and tables overturned, and girlish shrieks emanating from middle-aged men in $2,000 suits. Through the tinted glass could be seen the silhouettes of others pressed up against the glass doors, trying to make their escape, then being mercilessly jerked away, or pummeled to floor.
Jeanene knew that something was coming. “The Voice” on the flip phone had told her to be ready.
Like Arnold, the current EPPP (the fourth in a long line over the past year), she had simply found the flip phone on her desk one morning as she came to work, and had picked it up when it rang.