For the business ethics enforcement idea:
Brun - gives corporate execs her Brun look and plainly tells them where they've messed up.
Hanners & Corpse Witch - investigate shadier execs to check for violations
Faye and Bubbles - security
Muffled talking is heard outside the door followed by muffled smug laughter. The door opens and a man with slicked back hair in a very expensive suit and black leather shoes takes a backwards step into the office while looking at his secretary. "Don't worry Ms. Johnson I'll see you later about that raise." He gives her a sleezy wink before turning around.
He finds a somewhat stocky woman with deep brown eyes set in a hard gaze under strong eyebrows . Her floofy, dark brown hair resembled storm clouds in an old sepia-tone photograph. Brun sat at his desk with her hands folded atop it, her own tyrian purple suit being much more modest in design and cost.
"Who the fu-" he started.
Brun's gaze hardened. Boring into him like a pair of harpoons, instantly halting his insolent outburst, causing him to freeze with fear.
"You've lost money for the last 8 quarters. What makes you think you deserve the raise and the bonus you plan to give yourself? You haven't earned either."
Her tone was flat and curt, but there was no malice to it. Despite this, something about the way she said it so matter-of-factly gave it a hard edge, each word striking him like a hammer.
The door slammed shut behind him.
"And more to the point," a higher-pitched and more strained and much more upset voice spoke, "you and your fellow executives intend to lay-off an entire department to do so."
The young executive spun around in fear and startlement to face his second accuser. Standing behind where the door had been was a woman of lithe build and equally floofy blonde hair. Her brilliant emerald eyes glared at him, piercing his very soul with the maternal disappointment of an entire nunnery.
"I've taken the liberty of cleaning out your desk for you." she continued.
Bewildered the young executive stammered and sputtered over his words. "B-but! Wha-? Yo-you can't do that!"
He felt a tap on his left shoulder. He looked over to see a box containing his things ate his eye level, from there he looked up to the pale crimson face of the bot who held it.
Bubbles looked down at him with her best Brun-face.
"I believe you'll find we can." "And there ain't shit you can do about, dickweed."
Chimed in the stocky woman with a pompador and glasses, wearing a matching black suit to her combat AI companion. She cracked her knuckles.
"Unless you want to try."
The combat AI gave the stocky woman a raisedveyebrow before pushing the box into the man's chest. He grasped the box and looked back at the woman sitting at what was once his desk. She looked back at him, her gaze unwavering.
"Also, you'e been embezzling. No severence pay for you. Please send Ms. Johnson in on your way out."
"What?!"
Hanners opened the door back up Faye gently pushed him out the door as he tried to drag his heels. Building security escorted him the rest of the way out of the building.
Hanners popped out of the office and smiled at Ms. Johnson as she beckoned her to come in. "Ms. Johnson, if you would."
Ms. Johnson stood up and nervously asked. "What's this all about?"
"You pretty much already do his job. Might as well make it officially yours." Brun called from the office.
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