It was only after she had finished her meal, answered some emails, chatted with Daphne and started to binge watch a show... when the ping of the email finally came in. Taking the time, Velma put everything else on hold. Allowing herself to properly concentrate on the paperwork.

'Even if he isn't going to put the effort, I will.' She mentally grumbled as she started reading.

It didn't take long, before something triggered a small mental ping. Finding an error in spelling, she slightly ground her teeth but pushed past it.

'Well, he was possibly writing it fast, in order to get it out to me.'

But it soon was joined by some more. Earning an annoyed knit in her brow as she continued through the email before her. Trying to slog through it, taking in the information she had been waiting all this time for. Though she unconsciously picked up a nearby pen and paper, jotting down the errors as she went. The distracting mistakes were a bit easier to handle, with her recording them on paper. Allowing her to mentally acknowledge the frustrating marks and just focus on the actual data that she needed to process for the continuation. Giving her permission to green light of the next stages of the project.

Reaching the end, Velma sat back and let out a long breath. Information wise, everything looked in order. She was happy at the steps that had been taken, and what had been proposed for the next stage in the process. She would reply, to give her authority to allow things to move forward. But she wanted to be a bit more professional with it, earning a groan as she moved her laptop to a nearby desk compared to her lazily lounging on the bed in her pajamas. Shifting her electronics and herself over, before she looked back and noticed the notes she had recorded from the email.

"What the..."

Leaning half of her body on the bed to reach the notepad, she held the paper between her hands and stared at the errors she had found. But while it originally looked like a bunch of non-coordinated mistakes and mistypes... It... It had a pattern. IT HAD A PATTERN!

Pushing from the bed, Velma latched on the small bundle of paper and scurried to sit into the computer chair Daphne had in her room to go with the ergonomic desk. She was about to try to decode the pattern, when she had to pause to mentally think back and realized that she might have missed some of the earlier mistakes before she started to write it down.

"Well, I waited for him. So, he can wait for me."

Flicking the email back to the top, Velma dove back into the text with a renewed energy... Being in her element, when something akin to a mystery was at her fingertips. Meticulously combing through the data. Putting some in brackets with her new notes, in case that might also be apart of the message as well. Though she was unsure if this was from Bruce Wayne himself, Alfred, or someone part of the chain of command that might be apart of the writing process of the email. She would find out though!

Once she was sure she got everything, she scanned over the blob of typing oddities.

"Ok... This looks like a punctuation marker, same with this one. Hm."

Looking at the placement of the marks, she deduced that one was probably a period, since it's occurrence was far more often then the other one. Concluding that the other must be a paragraph denotation. Which earned a new leaf of scratch paper for her to re-organized the data into sentences and paragraphs. It was starting to seem like it was being formatted in a more, informal letter type script. Compared to the organized, technical business format of the source information.

"Well, if this is a letter... Then this should be pretty easy."

The beginning started with a combination of a four letter word, followed by a five letter word. And what seemed to be another punctuation marker that wasn't a period, or a paragraph... Since the end of the first bit ended with the paragraph sign.

"Making a tiny leap in logic, it makes sense that this is a Dear Velma, letter. So, that would then give me a key into the encryption... Not even going to need a rotor cipher, or pulling out the big guns and loading my cryptography programs for this one."

With a shared echo of the letters A and E, in both her name as the greeting. Velma was able to figure out of the key in order to translate the rest of the message. It was simple enough, once she skipped over the more complex aspects of the translation since she already had two vowels to go off of. And while V, L, M, and D were not as much of a major players compared to E, A and R, that still gave her a slew of the alphabet to have figured out. Showing a clear pattern to her brain, letting her almost not even need to jot down the key.

But did it anyway, since she was being thorough.

Once the key was in place, she started with the translation. Trying to focus letter per letter, until she was done with the whole message to be able to read it in one go.

"Dear Velma, I hope this letter finds you well. I am sorry that I was unable to send this email any earlier then I had. I was ill prepared for our meeting and made you wait around when it wasn't needed. Wasn't needed! BAH! Making me wait all that time. Argh!" Velma slammed her hand down a bit hard on the desk, making the surface vibrate and send a few things scattering. But thankfully she hadn't broken anything, less Daphne would have her hear it... once she found out.

Moving to clean up the mess she had just made, she then snorted and got back to the letter. "Dear Velma, blah blah, not needed, blah... Ah, here I was. Ok, Made me wait... Wasn't needed. This is my fault, and rests upon my shoulders. Well, they are wide enough."

Shaking away the thought about his suited shoulders, Velma looked back to the words addressed to her.

"My hope is that this delay, will not effect our partnership and projects together. The data seems promising and the next stages should show just how far this can be applied and used to further the various products."

Thinking about the email, the project was doing really well. And it is more then just being something made by Wayne tech. It had such broad applications and would help so many people in the future. A product that was far more important then being upset at a man, who had stood her up because of a hangover. Or, so she thought.

"I would hate for a mistake I made, to cause a problem going forward. Here is my proposition to you. An apology... Actually a string of apologies. One Hundred to be exact." Leaning back in the chair, she placed the back of her wrist over her eyes. Having removed her glasses to take a moment and think the contents over.

She wasn't against him being nicer to her. It certainly would be a new concept to say the least. Well, he wasn't that horrible to her before, but better would be an improvement. The only problem was that she wasn't sure just how genuine this could be.

She didn't know what might have happened, but something had happened to him recently. Enough for him to have gotten to this point, to decide to do send an apology. This hadn't been the first time he had left her to stew. But normally he did have the files ready, even though she had been stuck around waiting for it. So, this was the first time he had not had the file ready at all. So, maybe he got dumped, or something else dramatic that made him think this way.

"Could be worse, I guess." Velma considered. "I guess I could ride this out and enjoy the peace and quiet until he falls for some other lady and his attitude will change."

Shifting back up into the seat, she read the last little bit of the letter to her. "Where was I... Ah, here it is. One Hundred sorrys. Maybe then, I can be forgiven for what I have done? And we can move past what has happened between us to allow for a new beginning? Well, it worth seeing with my own eyes I guess. Not really worth it to say no, unless I wanted to pull out of working with him. Blah blah... What I have done. So, Miss Velma Dinkley. I'm Sorry."

"That is the first. And with your acceptance to let me continue, hopefully more will follow. Have a pleasant night, and sleep well. signed Bruce Wayne. So, this is from him, sigh." Putting the piece of paper on the desk, Velma pushed herself into standing from the chair.

Making her way over to the sliding doors, she flinched at the breeze that pushed against her face as she opened the door and stepped out into the cool, night air. Padding across the wooden flooring of the deck, she made her way to the railing that allowed her to look into the streets safety. Leaning on the cold metal, she fought off a shiver and looked into the traffic clustered below.

The streets of Gotham were similar to New York, the city that never slept. Cars moving about their business in the packed pavement. And people milled about, going where ever they were heading. Giving her a birds eye view of the organized chaos under her.

"I mean, I already have dealt with him being a pain in my butt for this long. So, what... the worst thing is him returning back to that, I guess? Hmmm..."

She had a lot to think about. He had been so rude to her as long as she had known him... Did she want to really accept the apology? Or were things worth accepting even if the contents might end up a lie eventually and change at the drop of his playboy hat?

"...Is there a down side?"

Closing her eyes, she scrunched her face and trying to think every angle. But she felt like there really wasn't a lower point that she could picture besides what she had just experienced from him. As much of a jerk he was, he still was a professional and a businessman. So, things could only go up... or at most stay how things have been?

"Well, there is one thing I have to do... And unlike him I will get this done."

Trotting to get back into the warmer room, Velma returned to her chair and the laptop where the email sat. She didn't want to go to bed, and leave the project hanging on her authority. So, she had a email to write, and a letter to respond too.

At least she would be more covert about it.