Post by Anya Romanov on Sept 9, 2018 15:21:49 GMT
Near the outskirts of Area 42 some holo-ads had been popping up in the last few days. Shiny golden marks encased cursive words under a fancy Orb Corporation logo.
"A grandious fundraiser to compliment our research efforts will soon open its doors to the elite of all factions!
[...]
A rare occasions for any ranks of Orb workers to participate in a glamorous event. Will you make that special connection?"
This ad had been carefully crafted and reaked of politician's speech all over. No direct mention of the Red Plague, or the lower class workers to which this was targeted to. Anyone from this side of town could take part, surely, but those of importance had been clearly sent an invitation as guest already. What this needed was waiters, cleaners, bus boys.
The description of the even was brief and ended in a phone number and digital address. The url directed viewers to an online version of the ad which was just as delicate in sharing any more information. People would need to apply through a videocall option available on the website.
Anya would deal with these calls, and any other related to the event. This while juggling orders, positions, schedules and everything else for the Gala. Not that she couldn't design someone else to do it, but she was keen on handling everything personally to make this the best event in the Macropolis.