A major disaster had been unleashed and the insults were not long in coming. It was illogical for a single person to be in charge of three different departments and, to top it all, demand that they follow their work guidelines with which he usually worked in his original department. Today he was supposed to be free to adjust to the new leader and his improvement projects of the various divisions in a general meeting that would last until 12 for all departments equally.
Michael Grassi was in charge of the Department of Strategies for Fairy Godmothers, an area dedicated to field study and help to fairy godmothers, completely distancing himself from the type of tasks that were handled in the areas of secondary characters, presentation and their performance within the stories. The anger was massive and despite his explanations, Grassi was not well received. All the leaders and managers were working on trying to stop the constant anomalies and the appointments or substitutions were in many cases granted to those who had little or no knowledge on the subject. Grassi was one of the many misassigned in his functions.
The folders provided only gave vague instructions on how to develop the stories that would be delivered to each group in the future, even presenting them with a mandatory presentation calendar for the finished stories and a list of the companions that each group would receive. Luckily for Leen and Ross, they hadn't been changed like the rest that ended up scattering. The general complaint was the latter, since there were colleagues who had worked together for years and were suddenly assigned others.
The calendar was another matter that angered most. It was unthinkable that a story would be even 60% complete in two weeks, when the normal is 3 or the maximum 4 weeks. The new leader was asking for the impossible and the crowd was planning to go up to beat Grassi, who seeing where the chaos was heading, said goodbye and ran away cowardly without finishing explaining himself and before the established time. The room was left at the mercy of abandonment, but those present knew that this pseudo new leader would not last as long and expected to see him resign from the position before the weekend.
It was 10am and there was no conciliation on how to organize. Without someone to guide them they would be at the mercy of a new madman every week. In the middle of the storm only Leen and Ross sat silently trying to figure out what the hell they had been given homework. With each explanation from Leen, Ross found the matter more cumbersome and stupid after having read so much these days. Everything was wrong and they both agreed that they would not be guided by the document, they would do what seemed best to them to finish the story that was their turn.
They found it difficult to communicate mentally with so much background noise, and they began to piss off. Ross couldn't take it anymore, he released his aura and yelled at everyone in the auditorium.
-Dammit! Shut the fuck up for a minute, I'm trying to figure out how to fix this crap-
The room was shocked and an awkward silence echoed. Many sat down in terror and others stood looking fearfully at the man sitting reading with a marker in his hand. What scared them the most was not the fact that they had been threatened, but the sight in front of them, Leen had an angry look and remained immutable writing next to the man, as if he was not affected at all by his monstrous presence.
Olga, who was sitting next to them, just looked at them incredulously. She noticed that they were redoing and changing the specifications of the folders in a more than beneficial way as if they knew what the other was thinking about it. The audience noticed the same and they got closer, being amazed at the speed with which the pens were moving. After almost half an hour, they finished writing, Olga took the folder from her, handed it to them and so on with everyone around.
-Please, can you fix it? -
-Hey, how did they do that? Can you do it with this garbage? -
-I didn't know that there were people capable of solving it, do you help us with this? -
Orders began to pile up and as the situation would become untenable, they chose to take them on stage. One of the groups went up to help them and they arranged the blackboards and the ladder to begin to explain how to edit the folders. People were attentive as if it were a class, rather their jobs and their future. Many recorded the class, others only wrote on their tablets, computers and notebooks.
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[Do not forget to tell them that they should continue with their partners, this folder is shit, it is useless, I´ll continue writing, after all, I am used to creating attack strategies.]
Ross kept writing fast with the markers. A work diagram based on their strengths as a group, a new and organized calendar according to difficulty, correct distribution of characters according to the quality of stories, rescue strategies in case of unforeseen events, and more were displayed on the four boards.
In five and a half hours they had already fixed part of the disaster left by Grassi. Leen kept explaining how the new system written on the blackboards worked. Between questions and answers to the doubts of the groups, she was slowly guiding them. Leen and Ross seemed to be possessed by something that caused fear in viewers.
They had heard that Leen and Ross were purposely sent by Sylph for some hidden reason, like plunging them to the bottom of the rankings, as the sections went from bad to worse after the anomalies started, but they didn't even remotely imagine they were sent to solve the dilemma. It was clear to them that Leen was not cut out to be a fairy godmother, instead she served more as a speaker and guide. Everyone was convinced that those who should be the ones who would arrange the assignments from now on should be them and not just any fairy without knowledge in their area.
On the other hand, in the control booth there were three people listening carefully to the presentation while they studied the payroll and the files. It seemed strange to them that the auditorium was still with an exhibition, to top it off the most problematic group and the largest in number of apartments in the entire complex. For a moment they thought that Grassi had done something that merited such a meeting.
But upon entering they found all the stalls and boxes full and there were even people sitting even in the corridors listening carefully to 2 young fairies giving a class from scratch on how to work as a team and taking advantage of their potential to improve stories. Intrigue flooded them and they stayed to see the end of the exhibition.