Start of buisness day.
Start with a light mocha. Rogers is on line one reporting on the latest sales numbers of the new Hadrian’s play set. It’s going to be this year’s best selling toy. Elizabeth calls after her press conference. Everyone loves her; that last hostile takeover is already forgotten.
Jackson Howard is on loan from NBN, and is on line three. He thinks he’s got a way to make those old geothermal fracking plans viable again, though he’ll have to work them through R&D.
Line four buzzes. It’s the Space Elevator Authority. Someone picked up some “interesting” logs from that hack that trashed what was to be a very valuable set of government contracts.
Six hours from now, a series of unexplainable explosions will level a city block containing an outdated Weyland Consortium building, tragically costing the lives of several dozen residents of a nearby apartment complex, along with one scum-sucking piece of shit runner who REALLY should have known better than to fuck with your money.
You finish your coffee. It’s going to be a good day.
Weyland. Building a Better World.