Creepy Old Men

"Why did he call for all of us?" Akira groaned as he continued eating the snacks that the company had prepared. 

Jaeyong clicked his tongue. "You don't have the right to complain. You've eaten half of the stuff on the snack table." 

Currently, the workers, including interns, internal staff, and some artists who didn't have schedules, were gathered in Azure's biggest conference room. 

Akira sighed. "That still doesn't change the fact that we don't know why we're here." 

"Did anybody tell you, Jay?" he asked. 

Jay shook his head. "I have no idea. This is the first time Mr. Ong has called everyone from Azure Entertainment." 

"The only complaint I have is that we don't have any seats," Zeth chimed. "Why are those old people the only ones with seats?" 

"Well, to be fair, some of them can't walk for five minutes without their joints wearing down," Akira chimed.