“Of course, that’s why I want you to get it done sooner. We are on the cusp of something great. Once we establish the curfew, we’ll limit it to prey using a little bureaucratic lethargy to keep them from getting permits... Then we can start drafting our reasoning for prey-only collars. Now, get. It. Done.” Aurelina hung up the phone with an angry grunt, settling back into her chair. Everything was falling into place. Her plan was evolving, with private contractors working in the ZPD (from a company she once managed), and a curfew on the way, she would soon have her revenge on the prey for what their kind had planned all those years ago. What they had done.
However, unbeknownst to the mayor, Nick Wilde and Judy Hopps had done a little investigating, once again bending the law to expose hard truths. They encountered some of her plans, mostly in letters written to officials of pro-predator organizations. While there wasn’t enough to convict her, there was enough to suspect her. In addition, there was one odd piece of evidence. Her computer had been full of Gazelle videos. The filing cabinets in her office? Among other, official documents, there were magazines where the singer was on the cover or interviewed inside.
A plan began to form on the side of good and rationality.
Almost time to go home for the day, by tomorrow this should all be progressing smoothly. Aurelina thought, self-satisfied smirk affixed to her face. She was standing beside her desk, looking at just a few more proposals... A true workaholic.