So I don't own FFVII or any of the characters. Yet...
Tseng shouldn't have come to work today.
Reason number 1: The paperwork. He signed yet another meaningless paper and placed it in the out box on his desk. The in box stood a good foot high, and probably would grow here soon. Why did the Turks, an organization standing at three people, not including himself, have so much paperwork?
A crash echoed through his office, along with muffled yelling.
Reason number 2: His employees. He glanced up to see Reno fleeing down the hall, followed by an angered Elena, who was carrying a baseball bat.
"Where did she get that?" Tseng thought as he sipped the coffee sitting on his desk.
He frowned. It was cold. He sat it back down, signing his name with a flourish of his pen. Another crash and more screaming resounded through the floor.
"Why are your employees running rampant about my building?"
He looked up to find President Rufus standing in his door. He shrugged, taking a sip of the coffee. He frowned. Still cold.
"There is a board meeting later today," He said, entering his office.
Reason number 3: The board meetings. Shinra company board meetings achieved exactly the opposite that board meetings were supposed to achieve, which was something. Shinra board meetings achieved absolutely nothing. Scarlett texted the whole time, while Reeve stared at Scarlett. Heidigger slept through them, and Palmer used them for the free donuts. Tseng usually worked on his sudoku, grumbling about the ever-growing pile of paperwork that was sitting on his desk.Rufus did what he wanted to anyways, so the meetings themselves were useless.
Tseng glanced up at the President, who was now sitting across from him.
"Is there something you need sir?" Tseng asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Yes," Rufus said, crossing his legs, "I believe the Turks need to expand their ranks."
Reason number 4: More stupid people that he takes the blame for.
"Did you have anyone in mind, sir?" Tseng asked, frowning at the idea.
"I was thinking that he might be good for this job."
"Sir, he more than likely will not join our ranks." Tseng added.
"That may be true, but it doesn't hurt to try." He said, standing.
"Yes sir," Tseng said, rising to shake his hand, knowing that if he didn't get him in, he would be out.
Rufus exited the office, his white coat trailing behind him.
Tseng picked up the envelope sitting on the pile of paperwork. He opened it to find a letter of notification. Tseng frowned. It was a pay cut.
Reason number 5: Cheap employers.