"The document meant that anything that happened to you would be on the fault of your custodian since they signed the document knowing what could happen." Moniqa elucidated.

"You let her in on this!? She was the second to last person I wanted to keep away from this! The last one being GV!" Naomi fumed.

Trying to settle down, Naomi thought of a question rather than thinking to settle the score and lose her only chance at freedom.

"Wait, wait wait wait wait, custodian? So you mean I've got just one custodian? Who is it?" Naomi wondered.

"Look at the camera eight footage." Asimov advised.

Naomi pulled it up on her computer.

"You're talking about him right?" Naomi asked as she pointed at Mr. Yamato, knowing what game Asimov was trying to play.

"Hey, who's that guy next to him?" Zeno queried as he looked at Naomi.

But after looking at Naomi, the screen and repeating the process six times, Zeno sensed something suspicious was going on.

"Is it just me or does your hair and eye color kinda match his?" Zeno questioned as he looked at Naomi who was silently wished she had worn a hoodie to work that day.

Silently hoping that if she covered her left eye, Naomi did so with her left hand thinking Zeno would forget.

"Uh, can you elaborate?" Zeno wondered.

"In the company rulebook in section B subsection C paragraph four it states that any data believed to potentially endager employees or compromise the company in any way does not have to be published." Moniqa declared.

"Aight, but what does that have to do with this? How bad is that data in order for it to fall under that guideline? Does it have anything to do with where you went a while back?" Zeno interrogated.

"Can we just get this over with? I'm fired for unnecessarily instigating fights and going get a job at the purple dragon chatan yara kusanku dojo. Simple as that, see ya." Naomi remarked before attempting to walk off.

"Hold it." Asimov ordered.

Naomi froze and turned her head to look at her boss before completely turning around with her hands in her front pants pockets.

"The only place you're going is back to writing that report on Stratos unless you really want to be fired." Asimov threatened.

"You say what's on that file and I'll fire myself for you." Naomi dared.

"What's going on here?" Zeno worried.

"He shoots you, doesn't he?" Asimov remembered.

"You mean with needles right?" Naomi giggled nervously.

"It's the Septima Sealer bullets, aka SS bullets that you wake up with lodged in your body occasionally right?" Asimov stated.

"Oh jitt, that happens? How often? Just, just how?" Zeno commented.

"I should know very well who. In fact, you could probably file for child abuse." Asimov guessed.

"I'd never! I know you'd probably press charges but that'd bring the existence of QUILL to the public." Naomi supposed.

"I take it you're insinuating that would have the same effect as suing the company you work for and risking everything for something stupid?" Asimov theroized.

Naomi glared at Asimov, her mouth angrily scrunched up the same way Joule did when Quinn brought up Gunvolt in a conversation. With balled up fists and an incomprehensible rage, Naomi left to the elevator which Zeno stood in front of. Naomi turned around, folded her arms and looked Asimov up and down.

"You do realize that I can replay that comment right?" Naomi smirked.

Asimov looked questioningly at Naomi who revealed a recording device from Xiao held behind her back.

"Where did you procure that device from? The Sumeragi?" Asimov asked.

I don't have to tell you." Naomi announced as she turned around and entered the elevator.

"You wouldn't." Asimov growled.

"Watch me." Naomi mocked as the doors to the elevator closed.

'Not like I'd actually do that and get both of us in trouble. Since that'd roll the repercussions right back at me.' Naomi thought.

As she was walking home, Naomi heard her phone ring and answered it.

"Hello? Oh, hey Quinn, what's up?" Naomi greeted.

Quinn was leaning herself on a mop handle underneath her right elbow.

"I'm having trouble mopping, I was wondering if you could help me." Quinn explained.

"Sure, that won't be a problem. I'm on my way right now." Naomi confirmed.

Five minutes into mopping, Naomi was getting tired and hurting. Well, not tired like sleepy but she was getting fed up wit the pain. Quinn set down a cup of jasmine, tumeric and ginger chai tea on the southwestern corner of the table which Naomi was mopping near.

"Uh, do you want me to mop the table too with a rag and you're just afraid to ask?" Naomi queried.

"No, not at all! I just wanted to give you something to eat and drink." Quinn stated as she put down a plate of three tea cookies.

Naomi looked up from her work to Quinn with a 'what's going on here?' look on her face.

"Are you trying to get me to clean the dishes too or something?" Naomi questioned.

"They're already finished. Well, except for the ones on the table now that is." Quinn assured.

"Alright, if you say so. But if when I go check the kitchen later and they're dirty then I'm getting gloves, cleaning them and make sure you know when, how and where to clean them." Naomi announced.

Naomi angrily walked her way to the kitchen. When she looked into the kitchen, the sink was empty and the dishes in the dish drainer were all clean. The utensils were spotless and organized, as were the other dishes. Naomi exited the kitchen to see Quinn fending off an intruder with the mop stick being held diagonally in front of her. The intruder, of course, was none other than Naomi's own brother.