The Magnus institute supports the sexual harassment of its employees (100% real, not click bate)
(Harassment? Yea her ass ment everything to me.)
The video turns on with a shake, and tim holds still for a moment before speaking.
"Sashaaaaa! The one day you call in sick, guess who comes by to give a statement? Melanie King! From Ghost Hunt UK! Hope bossman doesn't piss her off too much so I can get you her autograph, ha!"
The camera flips around to face a door as it opens and two people walk out, a woman with outgrown dyed blue hair and a grumpy looking man with glasses. The tail end of their conversation can be heard.
"Would you like me or one of my assistants to walk you out, miss King?" The man offers
"No, i- mmm... Ok, so my friend, Georgie made me promise to do something."
"...you friend... What is it?"
"...I'm so sorry. No I'm not, actually."
The man takes a step back. The woman presses her lips in a thin line, as if she were about to start laughing or crying.
"...is your friend by chance Georgie Barker?"
"I think you know."
"I... If you are going to do what I think you are going to do, I will get you banned from the institute. Permanently."
"That's ok with me."
The man backs up again, the woman following him unsympatheticly. She winds her arm back and smacks Jon in the ass so hard he stumbles forward a few steps. Tim laughs, someone off screen gasps. Jon gawks at her, sputtering as he tries to find the right words to scream at her.
Tims laughter cuts off as he whips the camera around to face the stairs where a man in a nice suit is walking down into the archives. Elias looks around a moment before a questioning look takes over his face.
"I was coming down to speak with Jon for a moment, but," Elias takes a moment to compose himself. "I think I am interrupting something?"
Jon immediately points an accusing finger at Melanie.
"I need her banned from the institute. Immediately."
"What for?"
"She slapped my ass."
Elias looks taken back as Melanie starts cackling. He looks Jon up and down.
"...she can't slap something that doesn't exist, jon."
"Excuse me?!" Jon looks horribly offended as the camera comes back around to him.
"Jon, you don't have an ass. You're flatter than me, and I wear dress pants. Dress pants that can make anyone look ass-less." He steps forward. "I've seen more ass on a paper towel. Your lack of an ass should really be one of the paranormal mysteries this institute studies. Your backside is nearly concave, that's how flat it is." He sets a hand on Jon's shoulder. Jon looks betrayed somehow. "Im sorry, but you don't have an ass to even pat, let alone slap."
"That's true, it felt like smacking a fucking wall."
"I don't know how it's possible to be so ass-less. How did you lose it, because this cannot be your natural, god-given ass. Did you lose it? Give it away? Sell it? Did you get mugged? There's surgeries, you know. They can fix you.”
Jon turned around and walked into his office. He started packing up his belongings.