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J: Finally, we tuck ourselves in and we charge for tomorrow's exciting milestones. (J picks up the camera) J: Good. They're offline. C'mon. (The scene cuts to J walking into a room) J: Step inside my corner office. (J turns the camera to said office, which shows a made to be a makeshift city view. J walks towards her desk) J: Here's the foreboding bad news phone, and my company issued stress ball. (J throws the stress ball to the left side, causing it to bounce about) J: But that's not what we're here for. (J walks over to a wall and presses a secret button, leading to her secret rest area) J: When you... operate at MY level professionalism, maintaining work-life balance becomes a necessity. Otherwise, all that carefully contained emotion leaks out in ways that are, uh... (The scene cuts to J running about, going wild now.) J: CHECK IT OUT! ZERO PRODUCTIVITY! HAHAHAHAHA! (J falls flat on her face, causing multiple items to get shafted) J: I got an action item for ya... burps (The scene cuts to a disco in the room) J: I WANNA KNOW WHAT LOVE IIIIIIIIIII- (The scene cuts to J cutting open a battery and putting its juice in a cup) J: To synergy! (J downs the liquid while it spills all over her. The scene cuts to her with two skeletons) J: We SoOoOoO DoN'T wOrK fOr JcJeNsOn, I jUsT- hic I jUsT tElL tHeM tHaT- (A call from the phone can be heard, which instantly snaps J out of it. She runs over then quickly auto-closes the door behind her, then walks over and picks up the phone) J: hic Heeeeey, boss... Cyn: J! My favorite little helper! Bright smile. Please provide the deets. J: We're exceeding all benchmarks, quotas are up, bodies are stacked, we're ship-shape! Want me to schedule a follow-up? Cyn: How about in person? (J's expression turns to shock hearing this) Cyn: It has been some time, J. And I am eager to see your professional smile. (J gains a fearful expression and begins to hang up the phone) Cyn: Anxiety detected. Do not be afraid,