"This is going to be a public relations disaster!"
It was three days later and with time to kill before the takeover went through, Vera had made plans for the demolition of a company owned housing estate near one of her shoe factories. It was going to be a glitzy event with all her friends, anybody whom she thought was anybody and the media. But first was the inevitable P.R. meeting. So here she was.In a board room with a cold strip light and a wall length window with a view she was bored of and a gaggle of annoying people in cheaper suits than hers.
The shrill voice belonged to Anna Horowitz, her six inch tall head of P.R.. (That was smaller than other companiy's P.R. heads but Vera despised wasteful expenditure. She got value.)
Vera sat forward in her huge chair, her feet resting on the conference table and rolled her eyes. "I take a simple job and turn it into a star studded media event with a message about how Mueller International are blazing the trail in economic recovery with our efficiency and you are unhappy. I thought you'd be pleased, but you are playing Cassandra! Please, enlighten us all as to why you believe this will not be a big success."
Miss Horowitz squirmed uncomfortably. She was at least twice as big as any of the other P.R. people present, but very small compared to Vera Mueller and she was all too aware of thow dangerous it was to anger her... or to fail her. She was in a no-win situation. She fidgeted with her glasses.
"With respect, while this, on many levels would seem to be a positive boon to Mueller International, there is the fact that over a thousand workers and their families (including cute photogenic children) have been evicted from their homes with only a few days notice. They don't have the means to move their possessions and they are expected to live in a shanty town..."
"Camp."
"The media could easily call it a shanty town, or if we get really unlucky 'refugee camp'. And furthermore they will have to watch their homes being destroyed by..."
"It's not as though their tacky furniture and flying duck decorations would be the right size once they've been reduced anyway. They should be greatful that Mueller is providing for them."
"Yes!" All heads turned. It was Susann Kruger. The three inch tall woman flipped her brunette hair and addressed Vera directly.
"I like it. We spin it that redundancies were inevitable due to..."
"The current economic crisis" recited everyone.
"...but that we Mueller has shown the way, by not only safeguarding jobs and building new affordable housing..." She was really on a roll now., "...that uses up less space, thus helping to alliviate the housing crisis, but doing so with the sense of joy and verve which we all associate with..." She ran out of steam.
"Taking a nice long shit?" finished Anna, sourly.
Vera clapped her hands and addressed the group. "Susann, I like your thinking. Work on the ending and we'll do lunch. Time is of the essence. So be at Vistro Canoreum at 1PM sharp. That's today.
"Anna, your lack of vision disappoints me. I don't pay you to tell me what the media might say; I pay you to tell them what I want them to say. Be in my office this afternoon. Arrange an appointment."
Anna's face fell and other people either looked pittyingly at her or averted their eyes. She was going to be demoted at best and everyone knew what that meant.
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