Lance pulls into the parking lot of KPXX; Moon Lakes only radio station save KMLC, Moon Lake College Radio. While KMLC only had a receiver capable of generating a signal for the whole town to tune into; KPXX was capable of generating a signal that could reach Seattle and on a clear day, as far south as Tacoma. Which is why Lance was livid when he reached the main entrance.
“Of all the stupid things to say on air,” Lance using his key card to get inside the building; “Mentioning statue 1A was by far the most idiotic.”
Walking to the director’s office; Lance passes several of the non-air staff, surprising them as he walks by. While all knew the station was a part of Knight Media and Lance Knight was the sole owner; most were surprised to see him here. A few of the employees who were weres like Lance, knew exactly why the irate were-panther arrived; seeing him walk past the director’s secretary and enter the office, made things clear. Lance Knight was mad.
The station director was absently reading a copy of the Moon Lake Gazette when Lance walked in; the man flabbergasted upon seeing his boss, hastily dropped the paper and made a feeble attempt to great the man.
“Mr. Kn-Knight! What an unexpected pleasure!”
“Unexpected,” Lance looking at the director; “yes. But hardly a pleasure,” Lance sitting down and starring at the nervous man; “When my alarm clock went off at six this morning I heard DJ woof filling in for Crazy Crabby Camellia. While I understand she recently had a child and need time off; that is not why I’m here.”
“Then what is the reason,” the station director nervously asks.
“What DJ Woof said on the air,” Lance staring at the man sweating bullets; “Statue 1A charges.” Lance looking at the man as he grabs a tissue and uses it to wipe his brow; “last I checked we are trying to keep our existence secret. So when I heard DJ Woof almost outing our kind on air, you can imagine my disappointment. I thought you sat him down and warned him not to let such knowledge slip the last time he was suspended.”
“I-I did sir,” the director swallowing nervously; “I made it clear that he would face the consequences.”
Lance looking at the time and seeing its almost seven thirty; stares at the station director.
“Get Woof’s were-rat ass in her now!”
“But he is still on the air;” the station director answers.
“Have Camellia’s on-air producer finish the show,” Lance shouting; “Now get Woof in here right NOW!”
Minutes later a greasy looking pale skinned man enters the director’s office. Fuming at being told to come with the director while in the middle of a show; the man was surprised to see Lance Knight waiting for him.
“Sit down Jake,” Lance using DJ Woof’s real name; “do you know why you are here?”
“No,” Jake looking worried; “should I?”
“You are as ignorant as you are untalented,” Lance fuming; “to think I wouldn’t hear you almost reveal the existence of weres to the world.”
“What are you talking about,” Jake looking defensive; “I never revealed our existence.”
“Then why did I hear you mention Statue 1A charges when you did a news segment,” Lance shouting; “Do you not realize we broadcast to almost half of the state’s population on the west coast. Not to mention anyone the world over can listen to us over the internet!”
“Oops,” Jake trying to deflect blame; “guess I forgot that this station’s range is a lot stronger then Moon Lake College’s.”
The station director shakes his head; “Jake, that excuse is not going to fly this time. I listened to the segment Mr. Knight here mentioned. Camellia’s producer recorded it.”
“You might think that because I spend a lot of time at the gazette,” Lance glaring at Jake; “that I am oblivious as to what goes on with the rest of my media empire. But I do keep tabs on occasion.”
“But sir,” Jake tries to talk but is interrupted.
“Now with my brother off the elder council and me as the new were-panther rep,” Lance continuing; “I have to put the welfare of the town before my company. I need to set an example.” Looking at Jake, “it’s clear that despite being a were and a graduate of Moon Lake’s broadcast journalism & communications programs, you are woefully inexperienced and that you lack the temperament and professionalism needed for this job. Jake, your fired.” Lance looking at the stunned were-rat sitting in a chair continues, “I already notified security. They are in the process of clearing out your desk. You access card is now revoked and you will be escorted off the property.”
Before Jake could protest a security guard came into the director’s office to escort him out. Lance hearing the young adult’s protests as he stands in the office; he just shakes his head.
“I told you,” Lance looking at the station director; “that it was a bad ideal to suspend him after his first mistake during the Bower incident.”
“Yes, he is young and a bit inexperienced,” the station director sighs; “but to fire him for a slip of the tongue?”
“Did you not listen to what I said earlier,” Lance raising his voice; “I have to put the welfare of the town first; now that I’m sitting on the elder council.” Lance sitting down in a chair groaning; “to think that my brother Benton, had to deal with such trivialities while micromanaging is multi-billion dollar multi-conglomerate.”
The station director takes out a large file from his desk and hands it to Lance; “guess it’s rather unnecessary now. But Jake did rack up quite a few callers. Not all of them favorable.”
Lance looking at the file and growls; “why am I being shown this now?”
“I was hoping to handle it discreetly;” the station director responds.
“And what else have you failed to tell me in my weekly email inquiries,” Lance getting up; “you know what. Don’t answer. I’ll find out for myself by talking with the HR department.” Lance looking back at the station director; “you better hope I don’t find much; because right now, I might end up having to replace a station director on top of a new radio DJ.”