"See you later, assholes," she says to the dolphins.

"If you say so, indecisive treemurderer," the main dolphin said.

"Treemurderer! Treemurderer!" the other dolphins shout. 

"Well, that was refreshing," she says as she walks away.

"Oh?" Morrison asks. "Was it everything you hoped it would be?" 

"No, because first nobody would tell me what the fucking problem was, and then the problem turned out to be that my uncle was a dipshit, and now I'm still not confident I know what the problem is because I gotta figure that if the dolphins are trying to unionize they're trying to unionize about something and nobody's telling me what. But, you know, apart from that."

"You're the boss now, Ms. Turnberry," Williams says. "You don't have to do things the way your uncle did. But he did do things for a reason, and you should probably learn what those reasons are." He pauses for a moment. "But then you can call him a dipshit if you want." 

"And change the dipshit policies too, while you're at it." 

"I would love to learn what those reasons are, if only anyone was able and willing to tell me."

"Well good news about that," Morrison says. "Next up is orientation, and it starts with a presentation about who we are and what we do, and why." 

"Oh goodie. Bring on the soulless corporate propaganda."

A short hike later, Williams leads the group inside a building, which from the inside looks like any other corporate office building, and down a hallway to a conference room, which from the inside looks like any other conference room -- almost. The main difference is that there are a couple of seats at the conference table with the same sort of keyboard April saw Pippi using, and sitting at one of those seats is Pippi. 

There is also another woman in the room that April has not met yet, standing at the front near the projector screen, though April's attention is likely mostly on Pippi at the moment. 

"Hey you," she says, crossing the room to greet Pippi with scritches as is right and proper.

Pippi takes a moment to arch her back and lean into the scritches, purring gently. Then she types. 

HEY YOU. HOW'S YOUR DAY BEEN SO FAR?

"I met the dolphins. They're a bunch of assholes. How about you?"

She licks her paw and then types.

THAT MUST HAVE BEEN SOMETHING.

GOT DEBRIFED. MOSTLY STUFF I'D ALREADY TOLD THEM OVER EMAIL. READY TO HEAR ABOUT THE BENEFITS OF VILLAINY?

"Sure."

The woman at the front of the room has since walked over to April, and holds out her hand. "Eve Yang, head of HR for Albany Hospitality here at Saint Genevieve. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." 

She shakes the woman's hand. "Is it though?"

Eve continues smiling and shaking April's hand for about one moment too long. 

"Should we get started?" Morrison prods.

"Right! Yes. If you could take a seat, Ms. Turnberry," she says, letting go of April's hand and walking back to the front of the room, picking up a remote from the conference table. 

How about this seat right next to Pippi.

Pippi is perfectly fine with that! More than fine, really.