It was a genuine toss up as to who had garnered more attention: Mariska unleashing the ban sidhe from their imprisonment or Belinda and Tserin stripping out of their clothes and fondling each other. It certainly garnered attention from someone alright, that person being Douglas Rankin, the floor manager and one of the company VP's. When he emerged from his office, he immediately had people jumping out of his way to avoid upsetting him. He was tall and well built, looking like he bench pressed small cars for fun, his hair a solid steel gray with sharp red eyes. He wore a suit but had left the jacket in his office, a simple white undershirt with a jet black tie that seemed to drink light and impossible to see directly. He approached Mariska's desk first, and simply gave her one command: "Follow." He then followed the commotion towards Belinda and Tserin, where he found them meshed together. He stood over them, arms crossed, and glowered. "I don't pay my operators to stand around. You two come with me, and don't bother getting dressed." He then turned and strode towards his office with the three women in tow.<br/><br/>Inside the office it was dark. Black walls with red leather devices that hinted at either kinky BDSM or extreme torture, posts with rings for securing people, and in a display case behind the desk was a silver handgun with elegant filigree that seemed to dance in the light. He moved to his desk and sat, steeping his hands together and looking at the three women and letting them squirm uncomfortably, before asking, "And why are you causing a disruption on my production floor?"