Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy VII. I don't own Bleach either, or Around the World in 80 Days.

A/N Well I think it's high time some people overdue in the saga come in to do some damage. The Shin-Ra Department of Public Relations, specifically the hiring department. After all these people need to repent for the crime of passing off Hojo's application for approval.

Nara Iteki looked around pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose; her slacker of a boss had run off again. She walked outside onto the balcony for the floor and saw him sitting there with a piece of grass sticking out of his mouth. "What are you doing Mr. Kandon?

Sammy Kandon, head of Shin-Ra's Public Relations and Hiring, looked up, "ah Dara I fink I haf a probrem. I put thith piethe of grath in my mouf finking I'd rook coor but I fink it'th poithoned. My mouf ith numb." Which translated as, 'ah Nara I think I have a problem. I put this piece of grass in my mouth thinking I'd look cool but I think it's poisoned. My mouth is numb.'

Her glasses flashed as she pulled the grass out of his mouth, "then take it out! Here!" She dropped a stack of files onto his chest. "This is the paperwork you're supposed to be doing!"

He sighed standing up and walking inside flicking through the papers, "these are all approval papers for Professor Hojo."

"Exactly, we need them revoked," Nara replied as they reached Sammy's office.

"Why? He does his job," Sammy asked setting the file on his desk.

She sighed, "that's just it, he was approved after your drinking spree, he's been doing a horrible job."

He rolled his eyes, "alright go tell him he's fired."

Nara groaned as she walked over to the elevator and hit the button to open it taking it up to the laboratory. She walked out of the elevator and saw Hojo walking over to the stairs; she strode brusquely over to him. "Professor we need to talk."

He glanced up, "that's nice, make an appointment with my secretary." He opened the door to the stairs and walked over to the stairwell.

"That's just it, you're fired so you don't have a secretary anymore," Nara replied watching him from behind.

Hojo stumbled, his foot in motion stepping on his shoe laces, in an arc that reminded her of a bird that had just been shot mid-flight. His arms flailed wildly as he pulled the fire extinguisher off and slammed himself in the head; he staggered over to the window and fell out.

Nara watched him very confused, she shook her head and walked back to her boss's office via the stairs trying to come up with how to explain Hojo's reaction. Eventually she reached the door and opened it, "sir…"

"Ah my dear Nara, did you fire Hojo?" He asked shooting his ceiling with a foam dart gun.

She nodded, "yes."

"Really? How's he take it?" Sammy asked shooting another dart.

"I think the shock of it went to his head but eventually he came back down to earth," she replied pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"Good, now could you get me some coffee Nara dear?" Sammy asked.

She smacked him with a nearby file, "get it yourself," she turned and walked out of the office, he sighed smiling as she left. She really was great.