Wendell sat in the opulent office of the director of application engagement for Wattpad. He was terribly nervous, the last time Ms. Kim ordered him for an in person visit didn't go very well. She commandeered his participation in the Instagram promotional campaign. You know the one where they wore that gigantic orange foam "W" on their heads. They made him dance around for hours until he literally passed out

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With a passive aggressive clearing of the throat from behind, Ms Kim announced her regal presence. Wendell tried to stand but was wedged into the armrests of the chair.

Upon seeing the difficulty his girth was giving him she coldly said, "No need to stand Wendell"

"Thank you Ms Kim, how has your day been?" Wendell's voice was audibly quivering.

"Shitty Wendell all these prima-donna writers are starting to get on my fucking nerves."

"Eh eh yes I guess they would" Wendell swallowed the rising bile that welled up inside him.

" Wendell let's get straight to the point, and no bullshit okay? What the fuck is going on with this Fah'Rey account?" Her tone was like coarse sandpaper being ground into your skin

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"Um, we have had a few complications Ms. Kim, but I am confident I can turn the file around" said with not much conviction.

"Complications? Is that what you call it? Looks more like a fucking disaster! Your only author has gone AWOL, to write Cthulhu porn? Is he fucking serious? If you want to ever make it in this business remember one thing. These writers are like little spoiled children, and you need to treat them that way. Because this clown has one half assed smut book getting reads he thinks he can dictate shit to us! Get him back online Wendell"

"Yes Ms. Kim I will do my best"

"The good news is that the readership numbers have gone up 17% recently. Have you been publishing his backlogged chapter's how many do you have left?" She inquired

Wendell was terrified that Ms Kim would find out that HE was the one behind the writing. "Only a few more Ms. Kim"

"I see, crack the whip on this asshole Kurt, tell him I am ordering him to add a romantic angle. The only thing Wattpad readers want is angst and sex, preferably at the same goddamn time"

"I will do my best Ms Kim" he quickly rose and tried to vacate the office with some dignity intact. But his hopes were dashed when her next words made him fall over his chair.

"And sign up for the softball team, we need your bat slugger!" Her tone suggested no room for compromise.