Mandatory Performance Review for Everyone

Valerie crawled out of bed and joined Iris in the other room. The cup of coffee helped lift her spirits a little, and she finally laid her eyes on the memo Chief had sent out to the entire Organization this morning. She began to read it, her brow furrowing with every line.

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Subject: URGENT: Mandatory Performance Review and Retraining Initiative
To: All Staff

This memorandum serves as a formal notice regarding the current state of company performance.

Recent evaluations of our operations and logistics have shown that our collective output and adherence to operational standards has fallen significantly below acceptable levels. To rectify this, the Organization is initiating a mandatory retraining program effective immediately.

All employees will be required to attend mandatory training to improve their performance. During this training, every team member will undergo a competency assessment to evaluate whether they are fit to continue working at the Organization. Please be advised that this assessment is a critical requirement for continued employment. Those who do not demonstrate a satisfactory mastery of the required standards will unfortunately be subject to immediate termination of employment.

We expect your full cooperation and focus during this challenging period.

Sincerely,
Chief

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"No way," Valerie exclaimed. "Looks like one of Jim's pranks, with AI written language to boot. This can't be real."

"Sadly, it is very real," replied Iris. "I verified that Chief sent it himself. He also sent out the new training schedules for everyone, you included. Here, take a look."

Valerie was perplexed. Why was Chief taking such a radical step, seemingly out of nowhere? Surely he knew that most people wouldn't be happy upon seeing a memo like that. She only hoped he had carefully thought about it. She leaned over Iris's shoulder, looking at the timetable on her screen. Her unsupported boobs brushed Iris's shoulder and dangled over the table, reminding her that she still didn't have any clothes to wear. Well, except for the one "gift" that Hawk had chosen for her at Silky Secrets. She still hadn't looked at what it was.

Putting aside those thoughts, she read the timetable and cursed out loud. "My training starts in less than an hour," she said. "And I haven't even showered yet. Fuck!"

"The bathroom is all yours," winked Iris, turning to her screen. She seemed to be starting her own training program, and her attention was no longer on her friend.

Valerie ran to the bathroom and jumped inside the shower. Even though she wasn't happy out this new "initiative", she couldn't afford to be late on day one. As she lathered her body with soap and warm water, the only question was: what would she wear to the training?

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