Lost Log 1: 14th of July, 2136, 04:48

A door clicked shut.

"Dear old friend! Have you heard the news?" A man asked in a condescending tone.

"How could I not?" The other man replied.

"I have no idea. But what's your plan?"

"We've located the girl, but Sasha Zamora got a hold of the terrorist."

The first man smirked. "Shouldn't you be content with the terrorist being caught?"

"I am, but I was hoping to ask him a few questions myself. I've tossed that desire away knowing that Zamora has him."

"Are you sure she won't let you have an audience?"

"Hell no."

"You should really watch your tongue, you're a CEO now."

"Like I care."

"You should. You don't want your employees to lose faith. Your metropolis could collapse if such an event was to pass."

The second man leaned back in his seat. "They believe in the company and my father, not me."

"Then become a force they can believe in."

The second man glared. "Why'd you come here?"

"I was curious how you’re handling the ginger's situation."

"I thought as much. I've sent Perraden and a few others to fetch her."

"Oh!" The first man clapped. "That is wonderful to hear!"

"Is it?"

"Why, of course. I surely, above all others aside from yourself, wish for you to succeed! Thus, this is wondrous news!"

"Uh-huh. Right."

"Now that I have been updated, I have no further reason to stay. Goodbye and goodnight."