To Jack's Office

You and Jack get into his office and he turns on the lights. There were papers scattered everywhere, as well as bottles, cans, and cigarette butts.

"What is this?" You ask.

"That's my trash pile. Don't worry about it, let's focus on your idea!" Jack sits down at his desk with a shit-eating grin, and you take a seat.

"Right. The Employee Incentive Program I made for the women to help motivate men to work as diligently as possible has run into some problems."

"Some of the men gay or something?" Jack joked.

"What? No, it's...it's just some employees, the women, are not participating. I was hoping you could help by making some sort of subliminal message that encourages the women to do so, without them realizing they're being told to, so no one can sue."

"Sure, no problem, buddy. I can totally help with that, no sweat." Jack nods, and you can feel his confidence. "I'll probably send the messages by e-mail. It'll really get driven into their heads. You'll see."

"I like it. How soon can you have it done?"

"By the end of the day. Easy-peasy. The mass e-mail will go out tomorrow." Jack replied
"Sounds like a plan."

You and Jack exchange cell phone numbers, and then you leave his office.

(Jack Reiter, Advertising Lackey, Status: Happy To Help)