You walk into room 342. Before you have time to think, magic washes over you, and you and your clothes shrivel to a poster, to be hung on the wall. Audrey picks you up, and hangs you up.
"All of you!" she shouts, calling all her workers to her, "the head office decided we were slacking - decided we needed new blood. In their infinite wisdom, they sent this shiftless twat! I didn't know her, and I know all of you. She may replace one of you - and when she does, one of you will replace her. See to it that you don't."
The seven workers under her nod, and cowering, go back to their tasks.
Hermes' short blonde locks quivered as he shook in response to the boss's ultimatum. He knew he was the most thoughtful, the one who dealt the most in reason and logic. Still, he knew that reason and logic were often not enough, when politics reared their ugly head, and many times before, he'd been shown up by relying too much on reason. He couldn't afford to be shown up again, not with such a fate at stake. He knew full well Audrey was capable of it.
Venus, a nudist, also quivered. She'd been told in the past that she'd only been hired on account of being an attractive young woman who liked to walk around naked, and she'd done everything in her power to disprove this. Still, she'd often felt herself to fall short, either due to simple reality or due to the expectations instilled in her she could never tell. To this point, however, she'd felt it better to fight as best she could to prove herself than to prove herself by presenting her accomplishments clad. This ultimatum could almost have made her reconsider.
Marshall would redouble his efforts. He knew full well he'd never been the best on Audrey's staff in terms of raw skill, but in sheer determination he had always exceeded them. Few men had retained their penises in these latter years, but he had been one of them through what had once been called "balls," what was now called "determination." This new challenge could not faze him.
Jupiter thought back to the great challenge of her life, as one of a band of humans sent to fight the galaxy. A few little mages from one little planet against the forces of a chunk of the universe of which she could neither comprehend the vastness compared to her experience nor its minuscule nature in the universe. Still she and her companions had come home victorious, but that was then, and live moved on, her accolates now come to nothing in this menial R&D job, risking perma-TF'ing by this cunt. She stood up straight in the military posture she'd learned from her great escapade, awaiting a far pettier battle.
Loki, who had for most of her life been a man, could scarcely fear the doom she faced. Since that momentous day, she had written off her life in most respects. It felt odd to her to take pleasure in any memory, since to take pleasure in anything since that day was to submit, to revel in her own desecrated male corpse. And yet she knew she was trapped, as were so many in this world, and although the past she'd abhor, and the future made her cringe, she could not reject what was pleasurable in the present.
Luna, who to this day could not understand how she had come to this humiliation, considered to herself how she might escape this bitch. Yet, pure chance had brought her to this point. Of that she was convinced - it was not her own failures that had left her in such a state that she had signed her rights away to a company known to transform employees at random. It was the failures of society at large, and those who had not found themselves in her state were merely lucky.
Stella was certain she would rise in the group. The transformation of this new hire to a poster was of no concern to her, nor was the threat of her own transformation to replace her. These other six employees, one of them would certainly be the one to replace this poster. She was better than they were - she was better than Audrey. She would be the conqueror.