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Naomi swiveled back in forth in her cushiony office chair as she watched everyone deliberate back and forth on who to place the blame of for this incident. She could never quite grasp why the company always insisted placing the blame everywhere but themselves. Would it make them seem incompetent? Why couldn't they just say, 'we're sorry,' and throw a nice party? There was no social problem that a properly planned party couldn't solve, well at least in her eyes.

Closing her eyes Naomi leaned back in her chair and let the conversation wash over her as she thought back to everything that had happened and was now going on. Thinking about the previous events of the past few months it seemed like the world that had made her who she was, was beginning to fall apart. Frowning she decided she couldn't let that happen, she wasn't content with the thought of going back to live with her mother and father and most of all she didn't want to go back to living like she was trapped in a cage. Cringing at the thought of never playing a live show again and resigning back into the position of publishing her music back on the nets like she used to she decided that she couldn't let that happen.

Sitting up in her chair she looked around at all the other Leads and Game Masters gathered around the table, "So," she said looking at Joshua, "now that we've decided who we're pointing the finger at can we get to the heart of the situation? What are we going to do about the system and how are we going to stop it from croaking?"