Manager: POV

I leaned against my chair and sighed, Angela was thankfully busy grabbing the reports from the other Sephirah about what had happened last day... quite the hectic events.

Well, it was solved in the end, but I can't get over Yesod's warning. Angela, Trigger, and Malkuth... yeah I can't say I have a good relationship with them, yet why can't I get over the feeling this is more personal than it seems?

Angela... the feeling of foreign disgust I have when I look at her never goes away, yet she doesn't even seem to bat an eye at my frankly rude attitude around her, like she is expecting it. I don't know why I even dislike her, only that I do.

The same could be said about Trigger, and he doesn't hide his own dislike of me. We mix just as well as owls and crows do, it's instinctual animosity.

Malkuth is the only one I feel she dislikes me for things that are probably linked to my lack of... well, memory. Hell, I don't even know WHY someone without memory managed to get a MANAGER spot in a Wing.

Angela seemed to be aware of my condition beforehand, referring to me as 'X' but I... well snapped at her, just told her to call me the Manager, that felt too much like a label rather than a name. Not that sticking with a title is any better.

Yesod said he couldn't safely tell me anything, everything points out that I apparently had all or at least some answers and then just... lost them. Among the Sephirah, my amnesia just seems like general knowledge. Did the CEO do something to me? Was I involved in this corporation before?

Too many questions, so little answers...

I leaned forward towards my desk and grabbed the documents, preparing to move both Trigger and Amelia towards Safety Team after I chose it to have control over. Netzach is a... depressing fellow, his sleepy and tired face said it all. That, and he just seemed at the edge of grabbing a rope and hanging himself in his room.

Turning my chair towards the monitor and looking at them for a while, I found an interesting sight around Safety's hallways. Trigger's overall attitude and activities changed to a more passive and careful approach, he just seemed more... aware. He was still the cheeriest guy in the facility (well not counting that Jeremy guy, he is... weird) yet I can't help but feel he got a 'wake-up call'. Trigger had a certain way of doing things that could be predicted... well, his actions, not the results.

But that changed, it was hard to say what was going on inside his head. Before he hid most of his emotions with positivity, but now? He seemed to cool his emotions, they are still there, he just seemed to notice that they were too volatile and was working towards fixing that.

That aside... he was following a white-haired clerk around, trying to not be seen by him, and that was just a bit off-putting. Not sure why he is so interested, but I should keep an eye around that particular problem. I'm just making use of Yesod's warning.

It wasn't anything too big. Trigger just tried to not be seen while slowly stalking him, and I soon found myself drawn back to the documents in my hand, hoping to finish them before Angela came back.

Static suddenly assaulted my ears and my head snapped towards the many monitors in my office. All of them filled with static except for a few in the middle that were forming a big green L Corp logo.

"Is anyone there? Can you hear me? I repeat, is anyone there?"

I slowly put the documents on my desk with narrowed eyes, "Loud and clear... who are you?" I wearily asked, this clearly isn't any Sephirah. It's pretty obvious I'm not allowed to meet them until the 'time' is right, so who is this? His voice is completely distorted.

"You can call me 'B'. I am... an insider, someone who knows a lot about the company."

Yeah, you and everyone else I work with. Let me guess, "Doesn't mean you are going to tell me anything, considering you didn't even answer my question." I groused while rubbing my eyes. If Yesod didn't tell me anything, neither would this stranger.

"Please understand, I can't reveal my identity, not without endangering both of us. I'm here to tell you three truths the company is trying to keep from you in the following days."

Only three? I'm kind of surprised there aren't more, "I'm listening." I replied, wanting to know what would he tell me, and if it even would be worth it.

"I'd first like to ask you a question, why do you think the company hired you?"

That's... an interesting question, does everyone just know about my amnesia? He wouldn't have asked something like this if he just wanted to tell me the truths, "Not sure, not that I have any way to question it." I shrugged, even if 'B' couldn't see it.

"Perhaps that wasn't the right question, let me rephrase that then, are you satisfied with your job here?"

I narrowed my eyes and thought about my answer for a moment, then I simply sighed, "I really don't care. My main concern right now is keeping this facility in one piece." Can't find out who I am if me and everyone else bites it. TT2 helps, but that just means things can keep going as long as I don't break.

"I can't judge if you are telling me the truth, but I would like if you kept something in mind. You are the Manager, yet you don't know anything about the company, would you say I'm wrong?"

Huffing at his words, I rolled my eyes, "No, you are not. Did you choose 'B' because of how Blatant all your words are?" I couldn't stop the sass from escaping my mouth, if only because I have been dealing with enough cryptic bullshit for the past ten days.

"... Each time we speak must be as brief as possible, so I'll end the call here. Prolonged communication in this facility is dangerous."

And just like that, all the monitors returned to normal. I barely managed to see Trigger blur through one of the hallways before I sighed and ran a hand down my face, "It's just one thing after another isn't there?" I asked myself before pulling a six-pack under my desk, turns out there are many of these in my personal chambers, one of the few boons of being the Manager.

Angela HATES when I drink in the middle of work, but damn it, I need this right now.

... Oh right, have to finish up those documents. I opened a can and took a couple of sips before picking up the documents again.

This job is not worth it at all... I quirked a brow at the page next to Trigger's transference papers. Angela seemed to have shoved it there, and the Sephirah from the Extraction Team seems to have given her the idea, if what I'm reading is true at least.

Giving that guy ALEPH level gear seems like a nuke waiting to go off. Gold Rush... ah, what the hell. May as well see everything he is capable of, can't be that bad of an idea if Angela agreed. I may have my gripes (unreasonable they may be, but gripes all the same) but she is good at her job.

I stamped the green 'PASS' on it and moved towards Amelia's documents.

Sighing to myself, I continued to read. Man... fuck my job.

I downed the rest of my beer and looked at the can... Bear Brand? Weird name, but it's good so whatever.