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My finger hovered over the send button on my email to the HC and the Twelve regarding intel that Rodgrick was bringing troops into this hemisphere and how that could possibly be considered an invasion and an act of aggression. I reread the message one more time. There was nothing to change, but hitting send would start a whole new shitstorm that Coralridge didn’t need right now. I saw a banner in the corner alerting me to a new email. Sender: Rodgrick Grendin. That was all I caught before the banner faded.

“Oh really? Wonderful place to work.” “Thanks,” Dev smiled. “I work at Arson Smith by the way,” the balding man stated proudly. “I see! I have a friend who works there.” “Really? Which department?” “Engineering. Gaurav Saran.” “I know him! He’s your friend!” “Batch mates from college,” Dev answered. Gradually, the train picked up speed and chugged through a decent suburb lined with identical duplex houses on either side. Two rail tracks ran parallel in between. Dev began to enjoy the ride. He was thrilled to stand at the door, to have the wind slap through his hair and clothes while feasting on the sights outside.

I should return this, but I'll end up asking where he got it from and that'll only boost his ego. If I keep it, I'll end up tossing it on because they feel is enthralling. Tit or tat. My laptop chimes at a text. I can see it's a new email, so I crawl to the other side of the bed, tap on it and the screen fills with its details. "Shit." I chuckled, sighting first the email address. damonwinters@rt.com RT means Rella Tech. What does he want? I navigate through its content, scanning the words and they almost seem unbelievable. One paragraph struck me the most.

I suggest. "Boll has been smoked again," he said as he walked towards the living room. "Eight o'clock," I called after. I'll see you at eight. In the formal lounge. Make sure there's a fire in the fireplace!" Back in front of the laptop. Doc's email program is still open. Outlook. "Hackers will never use it," Gregory said. "They use mail programs like Pine or Mutt. It's much better than Microsoft's Outlook." I scan the emails. Open some. It's mostly school stuff. Emails from parents. One of them is from a man whose child returned home because he "felt like an outcast." Obviously one of the Grade Eights who couldn't find his way through the maze of the water drains.

com To: Jayda Marlowe Subject: Congratulations on Your Acquisition Ms. Marlowe, I wanted to reach out personally to congratulate you on your purchase of Riverside Racing. I had expressed interest in acquiring the company myself, but I'm pleased to see it went to someone who clearly has passion for the sport rather than just business interests. I'm a motorsport enthusiast and investor, and I'd love to discuss potential partnership opportunities with you. I believe there's significant untapped potential in the amateur racing circuit, and with the right investment and strategy, Riverside could become a major player in the industry.

An email had arrived in his email, not his business email. asasemation@cursed: (attachment)