The inside of an office building is shown with the immense Calgary, Alberta landscape viewable through the large double-paned window that encircles the circle-shaped office. The office is about one hundred feet in diameter and covers almost the entire twentieth floor of the building. The middle of the office housed a large oaken desk with various papers, documents, files and books adorning its polished surface. The front of the desk is adorned with a circular symbol that reads “TI Inc.” across the middle of it. The desk was surrounded by about a half dozen men and women all trying to gain the attention of whoever the big, important business tycoon was that was seated in the leather chair behind the desk, the back of the chair facing the camera so as to not showcase the identity of the man or woman.
[All spoken at once]
Woman #1: Sir, your 2:30 is here.
Man #1: Sir, I need your
Man #2: If I could get you to view
Man #3: When you are able to sign these we can move ahead with
Woman #2 and Man #4: Excuse me sir?
A hand comes into view from behind the chair, waving off the comments until all six were silent.
Voice from behind desk: Ok everyone quiet down. One at a time.
[All spoken at once]
Woman #1: Sir, his name is
Man #1: Sir, sign your initials right
Man #2: If I could get you to view
Man #3: I just need 5 minutes of
Woman #2: Is the policy still
Man #4: Excuse me sir?
The man in the chair spins around in his seat so that he is in view of the camera. He is in his early twenties with short brown hair styled in a spike. He is wearing a black suit that fits his 6'5", 250 pound frame perfectly. His eyes are a cold brown and his face is expressionless.
Man in desk: Ok, Jennifer stays here and everyone else will leave and make an appointment with Gretchen on the way out. That is why I have a secretary.
The four men and one of the women slowly move out of the office, one growling about how much of an ass his boss is. The man behind the desk smirks and presses a button on the intercom. A young woman's voice can be heard from the other end of the receiver.
Secretary: Yes Mr. Tannon?
Man at desk (sighing): Gretchen I have told you many times that you can call me Slash.
Gretchen: Ok, Mr. Tannon. How may I help you?
Tannon (shaking his head slowly): Just make appointments with Keith, Ryan, Marcus and Eileen for today and fire Kenneth for me.
Tannon depresses the button on the intercom.
Tannon (staring at the intercom and mumbling to himself): Blonde fool.
Jennifer (softly speaking up from the other side of the desk): Mr. Tannon?
Tannon (looking up): Oh yeah, what do you need Jennifer?
Jennifer (sliding a file onto the desk): This contract just came in today and it needs your signature to make it official.
Tannon (opening the file and smiling): I have been waiting for this.
The camera zooms in on the file to show template reading "Buzz Fight Club" on the top. Tannon begins to rifle through the pages and scans the contract before turning to the final page and putting the tip of his pen on the dotted line. He is about to sign when the door bursts open and in walks another man. The man is in his early to mid twenties and stands about 6'1"� and 220 pounds. He has dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes and is wearing dark colors with a black leather jacket and hiking boots.
Tannon (calmly watching as the man storms in): What is it Derek?
Derek (walking up to the desk): We have a problem. Hiroshi Yangon has bought Yangsun Technologies from Lason Yangsun despite Yangsun's promise to sell it to TI Inc.
Tannon (dropping the file and leaning back): I am tired of this punk Hiroshi coming around every corner and not only disturbing my business affairs but my personal life as well. I want him eliminated Derek, this game he is playing is going to end today.
Derek (nodding): I'll take care of it Slash.
Tannon (staring at Derek as he speaks, his eyes getting colder with every word): I do not want any of this to be traced back to me Derek. That is the last thing I need right now.
Derek: I'll make sure it is done cleanly Slash.
Tannon nods as Derek turns and walks out the door. He then picks up the file and opens it to the last page.
Tannon (signing his name to the document as he thinks aloud): This had better not come back to haunt me, because I have more important things to worry about.
Tannon hands the completed document off to Jennifer, who takes it without question and leaves the room. Tannon leans back in his chair and pulls a pair of wraparound sunglasses out of his pocket.
Tannon: Look out Buzz FC, Total Impact is on its way.
-End Scene-
Are You Ready? For TOTAL IMPACT!!!
