It was another boring day at Voss Company, you were the personal secretary of Eleanor Voss herself, it was a rather cushy position, and with plenty of time where you didn't actually have to do anything, so you had plenty of time to go to the lower levels of the building and socialize with the rest of the workers. However one of your duties was to spread important bulletins and memos, and pretty much deliver anything that Madam Voss wanted you to. While most of them could have been simple emails, Madam Voss believed that hand delivery and physical media, when it were sent to specific employees and not company or building-wide, were more effective at getting a message across, and allowed for better observations of reactions. That is how you found yourself at Jennifer Astor's desk, she was typing away at her computer, drafting up some document. Her desk was neat, with all papers neatly stacked or filed away in various drawers. She had several pens stored in a white mug on her desk, which had a depiction of a plane of some kind on it. She was a slim woman, wearing a well-tailored black suit and pencil skirt, ending below her knees, the rest of her legs covered by pantyhose, ending in black flats. Her blonde hair was tied into a professional-looking ponytail, and her makeup was muted, with the exception of the bright red lipstick she appeared to be fond of wearing. You politely waited for her to acknowledge you, which she eventually did, turning to look at you. You handed her the slip of paper, which read "All female-identifying employees in the Voss Company Building must reach a weight of 200 pounds, if not already exceeding or matching said weight, within 6 months, or risk termination. Any employee who reaches such a weight shall receive a pay increase of 30 percent. Signed, Eleanor Voss, CEO.". You handed the document, emblazoned with the Voss Company logo to Jennifer. She read it, her eyebrows at first shooting up, and then furrowing in confusion. She looked up at you. "Th-they want me to fucking do what now?"