A Simple Note

What more can you ask from life than an abundance of worthless office equipment? Especially when you're a deadbeat girl with an attitude. Morgana was about to find out just how much power a simple stack of post-it notes could have. Somehow she had managed to be convinced to search for a job after dropping out of college. What else was she supposed to do? She kind of needed the money. Despite not wanting to admit it, she was getting a bit fed up with constantly squatting and begging for favours from friends. So here she was...in her regular high thigh leather boots. Immaculate black lipstick and plenty of eyeliner. Wearing only a t-shirt with ineligible text on it, probably from some incredibly niche **** metal band nobody has heard of, and some very torn black leggings. Her almost chalk white skin bulging out from the holes. There was no way she was going to get employed looking like this at some stuffy office white collar job. Morgana already had the mindset coming to the interview that she was going to fail. It didn't help much either that she had barely been told anything about what the job entailed. The description had been incredibly vague, only saying something about needing a diverse group of characters for targeted market research. She felt like this was her only shot at maybe earning some much needed money. She certainly stood out compared to your average citizen.

Morgana was lead into a small room with a single chair and a table and was asked to take a seat. Opposite of the chair was a wall made of clear glass with several white clad researchers standing behind it. Clipboards in hand. It looked more like she was about to be interrogated than interviewed. On the table there was a single envelope. She looked a bit confused as she casually took a seat. Putting her boots up on the table and leaning back in her chair. Trying to clearly show that she felt herself to be above the other people there. A calm voice, clearly the head researcher, talked over a crusty intercom. "Welcome Emily-...." Morgana immediately cut her off with a growl. "It's fucking Morgana. Get it right." There was a slight pause before whoever was behind the mic cleared their throat. "Ehem....right. Morgana. Welcome to this experimental interview. You have been properly informed of why you are here and what monetary compensation awaits you at successful completion of this experiment. Yes?"

Morgana rolled her eyes, she just wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. "Yeah yeah...get on with it before I fucking off myself." Such vulgar speech. This girl really needs an attitude adjustment if she wants to do well in life. "In this envelope you will find a single note containing a sentence, a single word or a short phrase. We want you to open the envelope and read whatever says on the note out loud and clear for everyone to hear and then put the note back in the envelope. You must do this without showing us or anyone else the note. Is this clear?" Morgana looked incredibly confused. "That's it?" The head researcher replied. "That's it." Morgana scoffed. "Heh...easy. I get 500 bucks for this? You guys are getting fucking scammed!" She grabbed the envelope hastily and tore it open, revealing a note inside that read....Well...