"Why do you even do this?" Quietly, Chelsea turned on her body cam and started recording.
V3r1ty raised an eyebrow. "Have you not, like, read the twenty-foot-high signs?"
Then V3r1ty went supernova. Chelsea threw up a hand. When the glare faded, she was alone in a room on fire.
Her boss was sitting in a swivel chair behind his desk, tapping his fingertips together thoughtfully as he stared at a potted plant.
it's okay, it's just a first draft