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Naomi frowned as her head was patted, she didn't really like it, it made her feel like she was a little kid. It was good to hear that everything was being figured out with the game though. She couldn't help but feel slightly useless at the fact that she couldn't to anything with programming, maybe she should take some courses. "As long as she doesn't pat my head anymore it doesn't really matter to me," she whispered back.

Tuning out again as she heard more players were refusing to log off she took her hair out of the ponytail it was in and began playing with the elastic bands. Wait, did someone say party? "Now you're speaking my language boss!" She said a grin spreading across her face, it would be nice to be able to just relax and let loose once this was all over. Her opinion on the raise was one of indifferent though, after all when your family owned one of the biggest synthetic food manufacturing corps in the business who really cared about a slight increase? Maybe it was time she stopped relying on her families money so much? It was a thought.


Who was the person claiming to be able to solve their problems that had suddenly appeared in the conference room though? and why did his name sound so familiar? "Wait a second!" She said pointing at Richard, "Your that guy that appeared earlier wanting to talk with me. What's up and what's with you and your thing for crashing corp meetings?"