Right, wipe your boots on the mat and listen up..."
Don't panic, you're safe in here. Kev’s outside throwing a tantrum about his blueprints, and
Milton is currently filing a three-page incident report because someone taped a coffee cup
to the forklift. Ignore them. I run the administration, I run the payroll, and despite what the boys
on the floor think, I run this entire yard.
Since Kev sent you in here to get sorted out, I’ve set you up with an official Trade Reserve
account. Beneath my desk, you'll find the complete workforce register. Each trade division has
their own dedicated bay with premium skincare, heavy-duty de-greasing gels, and custom fragrances
formulated specifically to strip away their daily workshop hazards.
I’ve manually overridden Milton's compliance settings. If you choose a qualified trade
kit box, you’ll receive an automatic **25% off Trade Allowance**. If you click on our first-year
apprentice Gav, you'll get an absolute handout of **40% off** because the poor kid lives on
biscuit crumbs and energy drinks. And if you spend over $50 across the site, type code **MATRIARCH**
at checkout and I'll push it through as free express delivery on the company account.
Scroll down, select your profile, and let's get you looking and smelling civilized before
you completely ruin my office lino.
