JAWBREAKERS — MEETING 10.05

[FELIKS]

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 60%; font-family: georgial; font-size: 11pt;"]Yada yada news here, yada yada news there. Even if listening to someone he genuinely felt no ill will towards, the content of meetings seemed so repetitive that Feliks swore he'd go crazy one day if he heard another promotion or demotion at a bad time. Even as the gryphon added little quips, eyelids felt heavy with a burning desire to remove himself from the bustling meeting place. "He's right to warn ya, I bite," was a response to one comment, "Damn straight," was another one as his name was called out - it was a good participation trophy at least. A promotion causing his ear tufts to straighten a little however, the male's surprise was a difficult thing to mask as he let that sink in. Really? Months ago, one with the guts to say what needed to be said wouldn't have been rewarded for it... heh, guess he'd found a decent place after all then. Completely neglecting a reply to the week's events as his chest puffed out in pride, the newly recruited Striker would huff a "Thanks," in a subdued tone. Climbing up a ladder he didn't care to climb wasn't wise but heck, he'd do it for the sake of getting some credit around this place. Last thing he wanted was to be at the bottom of the pile because his ambition had walked the plank.