Prologue pt 1


Beep. Next! Beep. Next! This is a typical day for Kiera, pulling up a Joja form, filling it out, pressing send, pulling up the next form. Boring, that's all she can say this job is. Just a plain, soul sucking, day. Is this how adulthood is supposed to be? Keira asked herself. "Apply yourself, for greatness. Nobody likes a bum." Her father would remind her. What's so great about this? She thought.

"Hey, everyone, look alive the Joja CEOs just walked in." Someone in another cubicle shouted. Just then five sharply dressed, middle aged men walked through Joja Corp's doors. Silence. Great just what I need, a surprise audit. Thought Kiera. "Ah, there she is, Karen, Jim's daughter." Said one of the sharply dressed men as he walked over to Kiera's cubicle. "How's everything going with you today, Ms. Karen?" He asked. Kiera looked at the man confused. Karen, who's Karen? She thought. And why is he wasting his time with me? "Forgive me sir, but I think you have the wrong person. My name is Kiera not Karen." She tried. "You're, Jim's daughter? Correct?" He asked before continuing. "Forgive me for being so hasty but as you know time is money. My name is Philip Frances Morris, and I own this corporation." "...Oh, um, yes of course sir, I mean about Jim being my father. N-not about being,uh hasty..." Kiera stumbled, her nerves getting the best of her. "Well Karen, as you know, we here at Joja Corporations take the well-being and personal affairs of our employees very seriously." Continued Philip. "That being said your numbers have been slipping. I understand that your grandfather has passed away recently, and we're truly sorry for your loss. Family death, however isn't an excuse for poor work ethic." Philip finished. "... wait...Papaw is...dead?" Kiera asked, holding back tears. A sob was working its way up her throat. Why didn't anyone tell me? Does dad know? She asked herself. " Yes, and we're all very sorry for your loss." Philip stated dryly. "Listen Karen I came out here as a favor to your father. Jim's a good man, I'd hate to have to let his daughter go so shortly after the passing of his father. You understand, right? Great! Now get me some numbers." Philip smacked Kiera on the back and walked away before she could even utter another syllable.

Kiera sat in awe, devastated by the recent news. ...the-these people are monsters. Kiera thought. I'm done. Fuck Joja Corp , fuck this job, and fuck you, Philip Frances Morris. Kiera yanked open her desk door, pulled out the old letter, and began to read her grandfather's will.