I think I took a nice, long nap for about two hours.
When I woke up, I found someone waiting beside me.
It was Secretary Park, who’d been following Chairman Heron around earlier.
When I rubbed my eyes and sat up, she handed me a state-of-the-art terminal.
They must’ve made a pretty penny off drugs. You don’t just hand out something like this otherwise.
“To prevent any critical information from leaking, all your activity will be recorded on our servers. Is that all right with you?”
“Yep. I already said it was~.”
If I went outside, there was already a crazy old man spying on my private life without needing one, so this wasn’t all that surprising.
I just took the terminal and got on with what I had to do.
[Maybe all the haebungies are mentally ill?]...
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