"The data is in, Templeton," Boss Baby barked, adjusting his silk tie. "And it’s grim. Puppy Co. just released a Golden Retriever that can actually do its own taxes. Our 'Cute Quotient' is down forty points in the Midwest alone."
"The Facecast is our only hope, Templeton. We get that ID_8048332 file to the main server, or we’re all going to be replaced by kittens in sweaters by Tuesday." 1_PV_BABYBOSS_Facecast_ID_8048332.mp4
He tapped a button, and the video file— 1_PV_BABYBOSS_Facecast —began to play. On the screen, a new recruit appeared. This baby didn’t just look cute; she looked like she could hostile-takeover a Fortune 500 company before her first diaper change. She had a sharp bob, a miniature power suit, and eyes that saw right through your soul—and your bank account. "Who is she?" Tim whispered, mesmerized. "The data is in, Templeton," Boss Baby barked,