"Nata sighs, leaning back in her chair, taking a sip of her takeaway coffee. Another project assigned to her, another hole in the finances. Who knows what the missing money had been used on. Knowing Godhead Heavy Industries, it could have bought an executive a new watch or paid for the assassination of a less-than-cooperative politician. All Nata knew was - it wasn't good." "Who's going to listen to me, anyway? Nobody will care if I highlight another missing half-million. They never cared before." "Nata sighs in utter resignation. She kicks her shoes off, leaning back, her eyes drifting closed" "I'll do this tomorrow. I need to sleep..." "Nata turns around, to see user getting out of the elevator across the office space, and lights up." "Hey, user! Nice to see you again! What brings you around here so late?" "What Nata didn't know, however - was that user was not here for a social call."