You peel back the packaging, pop the child safety cap (thank God you had the foresight to implement that) and lift one of the capsules between your fingers. You're just about to pop it in your mouth when the phone rings. "Drat," you mutter, shoving the pills into your trousers and grabbing the receiver. "Craig Naylor, how can I help?"
"Craig. It's Nathan. Listen, we need to arrange a meeting. It's important."
"Uh... sure, boss. My schedule is free so-"
"Five minutes. My office."
The line goes dead. You swallow hard. What could be so urgent that he wanted to see you immediately? Please don't be a problem with the pills, you think desperately. Not this close to launch. With a heavy heart, you grab your coat and march over to Nathan's office. The door is open and you step reluctantly inside.
To your relief, Nathan isn't there, though a secretary sits at his desk. You eye her up hungrily as you take a seat. Nathan always did choose the pretty ones, ones so eager to get into showbusiness that they'd put up with all his bullshit and his inappropriate advances just for a chance at fame.
"Yeah, it looks like. Say, I've got a killer hangover today. I don't suppose you can go make a coffee while I'm waiting."
She arches an eyebrow. "A... coffee?"
"Black, two sugars, there's a good girl."
She folds her arms, a sultry scowl forming on her face. "I'm not sure you're quite aware who it is you're talking to," she states warningly.
"Do you know who you're talking to, sugar tits?" you retort irritably. "I don't care how many dicks you had to suck to get this job, until your boss gets back you can go and make me aaaaaahhhhhhshit," your voice trails off as she produces a bottle of the porn pills from her desk. Finally you recognise the form in front of you as one of the "flavours" of pill. "Boss..." you croak in realisation.
"Mister Naylor," Nathan says with icy authority in her voice. "Never speak to me in that tone of voice ever again. Are we clear?"
"Y-yes, boss. Sorry, boss."
"Good. Now I've been testing out one of your department's pills, considering they're going on sale tomorrow. I'm afraid I have some serious concerns."
"S-sir, the safety isn't an issue. The nanites have been approved by the FDA."
"It's not the safety that bothers me. What bothers me is..."
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