Now, you weren't a monster- you wouldn't torture Jenny. In fact, your memories of the current reality tell you that she never did anything to you- but you still feel a nagging sense of resentment towards her. Better to get this out of the way right now, instead of letting it stew for ages. But first, you have preperations to do. Your office is quite nice- there's one way glass allowing you to see outside, but not letting anyone else see in. You can see Tangerine rolling around behind her desk, her high ponytail trailing behind her. You can also see beyond her, into a sea of technicolour hairstyles and tails. Beyond that, there's enough room for your desk, your chair, and another chair on the other side. Your computer is completely typical for your position, if a bit overpowered. A few penstrokes later, and it's also soundproof, just in case. It wasn't meant to be- but a bunch of factors mean that you could rock out to whatever song you want, and no-one will notice.
Now, you summon Jenny with a few strokes of the brush. "Jenny will come to my office for some non-essential topic and will stay until I tell her to go. No one will notice our absence, and nothing will interrupt us either." A golden haired catgirl walks in, holding a bunch of papers. Jenny starts talking about nothing in particular, and you continue writing, remembering every single complaint that Jenny ever made against anyone.
"Aurum, formerly Jenny, is a polyamorous lesbian with two wives. Outside of work, she volunteers at homeless shelters or stays at home, sleeping in with her loving wifes. One of her wives is a cow-girl with has a thick southern accent and is the most southern belle ever. Her other wife is a bee-girl, who is a bit bratty, but she is very eager to please. Both of her wives lactate, one milk and one honey, which Aurum loves to drink straight from the tap. This calorie rich diet is countered by her commute- she walks a mile total for each side of her commute." You try to remember any other group that Jenny despises, but you figure that's enough. Oh wait, you do remember another. "Her phone, which is a Musicallies, has a mix of rock, metal, and classical music." You distinctly remember her going on a large rant about how someone in the office had a Musicallies instead of the newest IPhone- of course, Jenny loved apple, and thought of any other phone as intrinsically worse- and you looked it up after work. It's a phone that takes and makes calls and text, and plays music, but it has its own Bluetooth earbuds included inside. It was honestly kind of tempting.
After a little bit, Aurum's phone- which was now a Musicallies, you notice with a smirk- rings, and she asks to be excused. You let her go, and she ducks out, but you briefly hear a low southern voice coming from the speakers. 'mission accomplished', you think, and go take your lunch- bringing your pen with you.