2185_11_08
Pray, forgive me, dear readers, for I was worked into such a fit of apoplexy that in my haste to announce my retirement from the trading group that shall not be named, I failed to expound the reasons for my sudden departure and subsequent invective against unsaid trading group.
You see, there comes a time in every volus' life where he must uphold the principles for which he has come to stand. Principles that, having been unsuccessfully challenged again and again over the course of a lifetime, become sacrosanct, and that no individual may denigrate, assail, or repudiate.
They have by their actions inculcated a deeper understanding of my own motivations. It is not for money, or notoriety, or even reputation for which I am driven to greatness. Nay, it is not for personal gain nor the pompous haughtiness of put on airs. No! It is for the righteousness and integrity of the sacred profession of accounting that I must protest!
That gruff hellion Ms. Wasea has, once again, been the caught in all this hullabaloo. For she not only did again submit records by shameless adulteration and falsehoods, but did use our services for unethical, heretical means! I learned of this through my unerring work as an upstanding junior accountant. After my first encounters with her accounts, I passed tremendous scrutiny over her succeeding reports, as if to comb through it with a fine toothed comb, finely. Through this method I came to learn that she and her equally unscrupulous colleagues have all this while been smuggling that most despicable drug red sand! Oh, how even writing the name sends me into throes of horror! The transport and sale of red sand and its ilk is both illegal in Council Space and highly unethical!
I was so shocked after learning of her criminal activities that I confronted Mr. For directly. Surely he could not condone of such reckless and illicit behavior, after all. (I wish I could tell you, dear reader, that he did express shock and PRAISE me for my good deeds and hard work. No, he did not!) In fact, he shared with me that Ms. Wasea is in truth, an asari commando leading that gang of riff-raff on Illium, Eclipse! Oh and how he did laugh with such scorn, such derision! Insinuating that my mother—my poor mother, who this day is lain in bed, too weak from hearing the news that her precious son has been so wronged—must have dropped me on my head as a wee suckling, so that I am not able to see what is "plain to everyone".
So you see, I had no choice in the matter—to leave with my honor and morality in tact was an imperative. I do not know what I will do now, my friends. I have but little savings with which to live for any considerable length of time. But, I will share with you one very grave, dark secret of which you must promise to keep to yourself! Mr. For and Mr. Kir, being devious as well as shrewd, have a rather tawdry trick up their sleeves regarding Ms. Wasea. It is a very dangerous one, and one which I am privy to by way of clever espionage. I may use this secret to my advantage when I may deem it useful.
It is indeed a dark day—nay, a dark century—when one crosses Niftu Cal!