I looked around the hallways of Information Team, noting the... complete color change it went in comparison to Control Team.

My thoughts were going a mile by the minute and I had no idea how to sort them all out. What the hell has this corporation been doing all this time? They said collecting energy, but where is all the energy we collect here go to?

... Probably it's used here too, I didn't think about it for a while, but this place doesn't seem to have an 'exit' even if teleportation was a thing. Employees that resign are killed, so 'A' doesn't want anything going out of this place.

Which means the energy doesn't leave either, he wouldn't risk it... but to keep the image of the corporation, there must be more public facilities out there doing the actual work.

And then there is Angela... how long has she been here? Is she okay with it? Can I even trust her? Too many questions about where she stands are in my mind, and I have no answer for any of them.

The Manager... probably told Angela that I can remember the time shenanigans. If so, then she'll come to question me and that should be a good chance to get a better read on her character.

I reached the Main Room of Information and saw two people lined up in front of... a box mummy? One of them was Beth, her back stiff as a stick, and the other was the leader of Information. Amelia complained about her more than once today.

Said leader glanced at me only once, "You're late, by 5 minutes." Any reason to point out the specific time, I saw the purple Sephirah that was covered in black bandages walk up to me... this one is slightly taller than Malkuth.

He grabbed the collar of my suit and straightened it and then took the tie on my shoulders and put it correctly on my neck, which didn't bother me, but I did give him a raised eyebrow, "Those will be points out from your evaluation." His voice was more... sophisticated and stronger than I expected.

...

Wait, we have a point system? "Sorry, Malkuth wanted to talk with me, took longer than she expected." He stared at me for a moment, metallic arms crossed, and he tried to look for a lie.

He nodded, an action that was both awkward and horrifying. If all Sephirah were humans, that means they did that out of habit...

"Is there something you find interesting?" The voice of the Sephirah got me out of my thoughts and had me slightly nervous... I can't show my insecurities too much, I don't want anyone asking questions.

So I went with a... half-truth, "Well... is there any point to those bandages you are wearing?" I hid my fears with curiosity, he seemed to buy it, while the leader of Information sighed in a 'not this again' manner.

Beth still stood there like a stick... is she okay?

The Sephirah must have been annoyed by the question, "Does it need to have a point? I was made with them, that is all." Okay... totally annoyed, I nodded at him, and he turned to the leader.

"Ryn prepare the folders, take Bethany with you. I must have a word with Trigger." So you are the one that writes those damn biographies... makes sense.

Ryn didn't nod, but I could tell she was about to do just that. Meanwhile, I was patting Beth on the shoulder, she looked at me and then at the retreating form of our new leader, and followed her.

Now it's only me and the Sephirah, "You most likely figured it out. I'm Yesod, Sephirah of the Information Team and your new boss until further instructions, I expect you to reach on time when work is involved. This time will be excused, since Malkuth kept you entertained." Well... at least he didn't bore me to death with a lecture that I really don't need right now.

I nodded at him once, "Sure, I'll try to not disappoint you." I think I'm on the safe zone...

"I also hope you understand that all protocols should be followed, no matter how small." I could hear the accusation in his voice, while I glanced at my left seeing some clerks pass by with folders in hands, that smiled in my direction.

It's always funny seeing someone else suffer your pain...

This time I didn't give him an answer right away, I had to actually weigh in what to say, "Except when rules shackle me." I'm not about to follow everything, if someone is dying inside of a chamber, you bet your ass I'm going inside! Even if the rules say otherwise...

He didn't like that... at all, "That wasn't a request, Trigger." His voice took an edge... guess what, Yesod?

I can do that too, "Mine wasn't an opinion." I know what I'd do, and I'm not about to repress those feelings.

We entered a staring contest and I could tell he wasn't about to back off and neither was I, we kept going at it for what felt like minutes.

Until the door opened, "Yesod, your request for an Employee has been denied by all Sephirah." I could tell Angela's eyes were on me, but I didn't shy away my gaze from Yesod that just straight up tried to replace me.

Yesod single eye averted from mine and I could tell he hated this news, "It seems I have no choice in the matter, I'd expect the results Malkuth bragged about then." Fucking... dick.

I glanced behind me to see Angela, and we locked eyes for a second, and... what the hell is that? Her eyes for a moment simply seemed relieved when staring at me.

But why? "Angela, seems like I owe you one." I told her with a small smile that felt... just a little fake, I'm still coming to terms with everything Malkuth told me today.

"Seems so, hope you... have a pleasant day." I blinked while she turned away, that was... weird, very weird.

Maybe it has something to do with the time travel...?

"All Agents prepare for Work"

I heard the voice of the Manager in my left ear and rolled my eyes, first I get over today... then I'll worry about everything else.

"Trigger, watch the chamber of the Warm-Hearted Woodsman, while Bethany works with it"

And Yesod didn't even give me a chance to collect my thoughts... god, today isn't my day.