The leather-bound journal smells faintly of perfume and printer ink.
The first pages are neat—draft statements, campaign slogans, meeting reminders.
Halfway through, the handwriting becomes quicker, more personal.
[Handwritten Entry — December 21, 20XX]
“Heard shouting through the glass. Gordon and Alan.
Couldn’t make it all out—something about the ‘Steel contract’ being off-limits and not part of the demo.
Gordon screaming about some purchase orders and Alan didn’t back down.”“SteelCo contract, that seems strange.
I didn’t know we had any contracts with a SteelCo company, and I know all our big vendors.
Probably another new vendor they’ll want me to make a big flashy report on.”
The rest of the page trails off into an unfinished list of tagline ideas and project deadlines.
A small coffee ring stains the corner beside a doodle of the Nakatomi triangle.
Alan and Gordon Fighting? Most indicationsis that they have a fairly good relationship most the time.
Please record this locally, L.U.N.A. storage degraded.