Fade in to a busy street lined with modern office buildings. A muffled voice can be heard from offscreen though the din. The voice grows louder and clearer until Kara walks into view, carrying her laptop and talking on a mobile phone.

Kara: (into phone) Of course I'm worried. Felidae and poor Pete never returned from this awful place.
Kara passes several buildings checking the address of each against the one on the piece of paper she's carrying.
Kara: Don't be so sure. If I told you half the things I've heard about this Ron the Hammer, you'd probably hemorrhage.
Kara finds the building and stops at the door. She folds up the paper with the address and puts it in a pocket.
Kara: Anyway, I think I'm at the right place. I better go now, I suppose.
Kara hangs up the phone and puts it away. She looks around for some kind of door bell, then sees a button next to a video entryphone on the right of the door. She timidly presses the button.
Kara: (instantly) There doesn't seem to be anyone there. Well, I better go back and tell Cleggy.
Speaker comes to life with the voice of a bouncy young lady.
Receptionist: Good Morning! How can I help you?
Kara: Goodness gracious me!
Kara points to her laptop, then to herself.
Kara: Kara Sears and her laptop here to see Mr. Ron Hammer.
Camera moves to look from the girl to her computer and back again. A faint giggling can be heard over the speaker and then silence.
Kara: (to herself) I don't think she's going to let me in. I'd better go.
Kara turns and starts to leave. Suddenly a loud buzzer turns on and the door opens. Kara turns back and looks into a brightly lit office building. Kara looks down at her laptop, afraid to enter.
Kara steps forward into the building. The buzzing stops and the door swings shut silently behind her.

Cut to inside. The frightened girl is met by two giant secuirty guards, who fall in behind her. Kara glances quickly back at the two lumbering brutes, then back to her laptop. One guard grunts an order.

Kara: (nervously, to herself) I'll just deliver Cleggy's message and get out of here. Oh my! Oh! Oh, no.
Walking toward her out of an office is Deptford John, a tall lanky man, immacualtely dressed, but still quite shifty-looking.
John: Hiya dearie. Wot can I do you for?
Kara: Oh, my! Cheers mate. I -- I bring a message to your employer, Ron the Hammer.
The laptop lets out a series of quick beeps.
Kara: (cont) ... and a gift.
John shakes his head negatively.
John: Naah. Ron's nipped dahn the boozer. I'll 'ave a dekko at yer goodies.
John reaches out his hand toward Kara and she backs up a bit then stands her ground. She turns to the eerie man.
Kara: I'm sorry, but my instructions are to give it only to Ron himself.
John thinks about this for a moment.
Kara: I'm terribly sorry. I'm afraid my boss insisted. He's ever so stubborn about these sort of things.
John gestures for the girl to follow.
John: Dis way.
The girl follows the tall, well dressed man into the lift, trailed by the two guards.
Kara: I have a bad feeling about this.

Cut to Ron's office. The office is filled with the vilest, dodgyest members of the city's business fraternity. Kara seems very small as she pauses in the doorway to the brightly lit room. Drunken businessman stand at the bar on the side of the room talking loudly and laughing as Deptford John crosses the room to the platform upon which rests the desk of the leader of this nauseating crowd: Ron the Hammer. The Chairman of the large multinational coorperation is a tall and hefty fellow with a maniacal grin. His suit partly hides his obese form, giving the impression it could be muscle or just fat.
Behind the chairman is a wall covered with television monitors of varying sizes, some quite large. Sitting next to the man is the beautiful young lady in dressed in a schoolgirl's uniform, tho she is obviously too old to be a schoolgirl. John whispers something in Ron's ear. Ron laughs horribly and turns to the terrified goth before him. Kara bows politely.

Kara: Good day.
Ron: 'ello luv.
Kara walks forward to stand before the repulsive buisnessman.
Kara: (Typing into her laptop) I'm loading the message now.
Kara hooks up her computer to a port in the wall. One of the large screens behind Ron flickers on and a huge image of Cleggy appears, staring out at the buisnessman.
Cleggy: Greetings, Exalted One. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Andrew Clegg, Goth DJ and friend to Nic Gibson. I know that you are important, mighty Ron, and that Nic's Job must be equally important. I seek an audience with Your Greatness to bargain for Nic's social life. (Ron's crowd laughs) With your wisdom, I'm sure that we can work out an arrangement which will be mutually beneficial and enable us to avoid any unpleasant confrontation. As a token of my goodwill, I present to you a gift: this cute goth and her laptop.
Kara is startled by this announcement.
Kara: What did he say?
Cleggy: (cont) ... Both are hardworking and will serve you well.
Kara: (to herself) ... This can't be! This has to be the wrong message.
Cleggy's image disappears as the screen goes black.
Ron laughs while John whispers in his ear.
Ron: Not bloody likely.
Caption: There will be no bargain.
Kara: I'm fucked.
Ron: I ain't losing dis ace trinket. I'm right chuffed wivv Nic bein' 'ere.
Caption: I will not give up my favorite decoration. I like Nic where he is.
Ron laughs hideously and looks at the large monitor behind him. He takes out a remote and points it at the sceeen. The screen jumps to life and shows a small, cramped office. Sitting at the desk, typing franticly at a computer is a frazzeled Nic Gibson.
Kara: Oh, look! It's Nic. And he's still working on the database.

Fade out

Fade in to workroom. One of Ron's security guards marches Kara down a brightly lit and white tiled workroom filled with cubicles. The cries of anguish from many programmers bounce off the cold plastic dividers. Occasionally a sickly pale head looks up from behind a partition at the young goth girl. Kara cringes.

Kara: (To herself) What could possibly have come over Cleggy? Is it something I did? He never expressed any unhappiness with me. Oh! Oh! Hold it! Ohh!
A skinny arm grabs Kara's shoulder. She manages to break free, and they move on to a door at the end of the corridor.
The door opens, revealing a room filled with filing cabinets and noisy secretaries. The guard motions them into the interview room, where they are met by a tall, thin man in a pinstriped suit.
Behind the man can be seen a group of secretaries leafing through a bunch of folders marked "Confidential". They are pointing at interesting details and laughing. Kara cringes as the guard mumbles to the interviewer.
Interviewer: Ah, good. New acquisitions. You are an experienced PA, are you not?
Kara: I am Kara Sears, post-gra...
Interviewer: Yes or no will do.
Kara: Oh. Well, yes.
Interviewer: How many word processing languages do you know?
Kara: I am fluent with over six different word processors, and can use...
Interviewer: Splendid! We have been without a PA since our boss got angry with our last one and sacked her and then had the home office deport her.
Kara: Deported?
Interviewer (to a security guard) Guard! This girl might be useful. Write her a contract and take her back to The Chairman's office.
The guard shoves Kara toward the door.
Kara: (disappearing) Oh, but my laptop.... Ohhh!
Kara's laptop beeps repetedly as the interviewer taps away on the keyboard.
Interviewer: You're a feisty little one, but you'll soon learn to be user friendly. I have need for you in the boss's Reception Room. And I think you'll fit in nicely.

Fade to black


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