As Clarice approached the seat which she accepted, Eric couldn’t help but look her over. As she was beautiful was a term he’d use to describe her, massive breasts that remained firm and held up well on her scaled chest, thick yet flexible tail whose usage he could certainly take a few guesses at, clean white teeth that could tear apart what she ate, rich red eyes, and her body firm and toned. It was a shame the suspended stockings and her boots kept him from seeing her legs properly, but no matter, as of right now, there were a few matters that needed tackling before he could even think about his own desires.
“Now, Ms McDowell, there are two items that I wish to speak with you about.” His rumbling tone felt as if it bounced off the walls of his office.
“Yes?” Clarice was nervous, and her state versus Mr Sanchez’s far more proper attire was one such reason.
“First. It has come to my attention that you modified the Employee File on Employee 212, one Amy Campbell. I would like for you to explain why you have done so.” He leaned back, looking to Clarice as if he’d scratched the base of his spine for a moment.
“Yes. I did. She was, approached, very quickly by a new arrival in the Animal Wing. One Gloria Cardon, Room 1152. I made the decision to modify her Asset Value given these developments, in the event that her Value to the Organisation increases following her…interactions with Miss Cardon. The other adjustments were made to increase the probability of success with regards to that particular acquisition.” Clarice carefully explained herself, keeping it to the core data that would be sufficient to placate any concerns that her superior might have.
Eric took his time thinking it over, one hand brushing his lower jaw while he decided on what to make of her explanation. Finally, he had his answer.
“Acceptable.” He rumbled gently. “Now for the second reason I called you here.” He rose from his strengthened seat, towering over Clarice in his impeccable suit, it’s ashen black almost matching his own scales as he studied Clarice who fought to keep herself from fidgeting.
“S-Sir?” She stuttered out, not risking adding to it to show more of her fear.
“Oh? The other matter I called you here. There is an experiment I not only intend to try out, but for some has already been implemented.” He turned one of the screens around to allow Clarice to see what was on it.
It was one of the many Bars that the Resort held to cater to the guests and off-duty staff, from the camera perspective she couldn’t be sure which one in particular it was, but she guessed it was one made to cater to the transformed guests given the staff on duty there. One of whom sported a very distinct lupine muzzle, tail, and grey fur through his uniform.
“Your line of work does see you in the public eye at times, owing to your supervision of the front-line staff here.” Eric explained to her. “So I wish for you to maintain your form, as you are, on a 24/7 basis.”
“Sir? I could do that, but why?” Clarice desired to know.
“Two reasons. One is advertisement purposes. To showcase the Resorts capabilities to new and returning guests, raising our profile. The other, I am not at liberty to discuss with you.” Leaning down to eye-level with Clarice, he added. “And there is a substantial reward for you should you accept, in both outright pay and certain, fringe benefits.”
“Then.” Clarice began, after a moment’s thought. “I believe I could do this. However, none of my current uniforms will fit me, as I am.”
“New ones can be tailored to fit, in fact, the main ones have been instructed to keep a few staff on standby for this. You head to them and they will take care of that.” Eric reassured her. “And I would suggest that you head their way the moment you leave this room, as I do expect you at your desk first thing tomorrow.”
“Of course, sir.” Clarice understood, not intending to piss off her boss.
“Good. You may leave now.” Clarice nodded and made for the door, stopping to put her coat back on when. “And one other thing. Do remember to keep an eye on Miss Cardon, and in particular Miss Campbell.”
“I will Sir.” Clarice replied before the door closed and Eric Sanchez was alone again.
He returned to his own seat, loosening his shirt, jacket, and tie as he switched the screens to show other areas of the Resort. A Bar where the horses really drank, a club where some snakes were listening to the music in more ways than one, and a restaurant next to the waterfront where some orcas and sharks were dining.
He considered retiring for the evening, or more to the point, where he’d retire to. Things were proceeding rather well at this point in time, and he decided he could afford to relax for one night. It wouldn’t harm the greater plans of the Organisation as they approached Phase Two of their plans.