Card Apprentice Daily Log Novels & Stories

I look over my shoulder at him with so many more questions running around my head. “Yes. I have a buddy who does locks and security. I can stop by his place and grab some stuff from him. We can get that done and then head to my house real quick before we go to the cabin. I’m going to try to get ahold of Owen at some point. Maybe we can get an update. You need to call out of work for the next few days.” “Ah, crap.” I huff. “I’ve been trying to get an apprenticeship at the shop. I usually have some lessons after my shift. I don’t want to fall behind.”

Was all I could say because I didn't know where to begin. “Just so you know, every morning, Mr Medici needs his cup of coffee. He loves his coffee creamy so make sure to add a lot of milk. After you give him his coffee, you immediately begin to tell him his schedule, okay? I'll teach you the basics about drafting and keeping to time because that is very important. I assume you have some sort of experience?" I shook my head at her and she furrowed her brows in disbelief. “Really? Only those with really good experience get to work here. That's really weird" She murmured and just then, we both heard the intercom ding.

“I can’t wait to work. I will do my best, Kelly.” “Wonderful! Now, you can change your clothes into our uniform. You can ask Caroline where you will find it. After that, you can start your work by checking the food and beverages display, filling some. If any servers ask you for any food and beverages from the display, you can give those to them. Later, when we have our first customers, you can stand next to each server and listen well to our customers’ orders. I will explain to the customers that you are new, and it’s your apprentice time, so they won’t feel weird with your presence there.” Amy nodded. “How long should I take a note of customers’ orders?”

So, if anyone was late, we would all know who it was, because the would have to open the door. Muster was nothing special. Just went over the game plan for today, and then after we broke for our duties, I went to my office. YN2 had already turned on my computer, so I didn’t have to wait for it to load up. I was happy to have a division yeoman who was on top of things. While the junior sailors all did cleaning stations, I was in my office logging into the computer with my CAC card and YN2 was writing today’s Date and daily tasks, he asked who should do what job.

**SUBJECT C‑01: CLARA KANE** STATUS: ACTIVE – MODIFIED ACCESS LEVEL: RESTRICTED (ADMIN ONLY) Beneath it: tabs. - MEDICAL - NEURAL - VIDEO LOGS My throat went dry. I clicked **VIDEO LOGS**. A list appeared, each entry stamped with a date and a time. LOG_001 – INITIAL CONSENT LOG_002 – BASELINE MAPPING LOG_003 – PROTOCOL A LOG_004 – PROTOCOL B… My hand drifted to the trackpad almost of its own accord. LOG_003. The video loaded. The screen showed a room I didn’t recognize and knew intimately.

Her gut was still holding it up now, insisting. She pulled on a sweater and went down. The security room was empty, the monitors asleep. She had watched Cass work the terminal enough times to find the log, and she scrolled, four pages, five, the white entries sliding up through the dark, until she found the night that mattered and slowed down, reading every line. Name. Credential. Terminal. Time stamp. And there it was.

The smell of coffee hits me immediately. Rich. Bitter. Familiar. I tie my apron and wash my hands slowly, like I’m trying to delay the inevitable. “Morning, Lucas,” my colleague says cheerfully. “Morning,” I reply, forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach my eyes. The morning rush comes fast — too fast. Orders pile up. “Two cappuccinos!” “Extra hot latte!” “Oat milk, please!” I move on autopilot. Grind. Tamp. Brew. Steam. Serve.

“You remember what arguing with me does to you. Might want to check under the table.” My eyes widened. “You’re kidding.” He smirked, cocking a brow. “Go on, take a peek. I know you’re curious.” Once the drinks were mostly gone and my nerves had stopped buzzing quite so loudly, we finally settled into something that resembled real conversation. “How many hours do you log in that tower of yours every day?” “I’m usually in by seven-thirty. Out around seven.” “Twelve hours a day? That’s a seventy-hour work week.”

"I'll see you tomorrow." "Bye" I made it in time for my shift. I changed into my uniform and signed into work. My job consisted mainly of taking orders and payments. I waved Carl as I took over from him. Carl was a nice guy in his 20's, currently undergoing a part-time course in education. There were two other teenagers on the staff but I hadn't really warmed up to them.

Focus. But all I could think about was how much it hurt. How much I missed him already. How much I hated myself for doing what I knew was right. I straightened, wiped my hands on my pants, Logan was across the room, filling out paperwork. “We'll need to log everything into the system first thing tomorrow,” he said without looking up. I nodded, “Yeah, Warren will get on it as soon as the shift starts.” We then walked back toward the elevator. More badge swipes. More beeps. Another door closing behind me.