"Boss, a detective claiming to be Ker is looking for you."
Assistant Carrie knocked on the open door of the office and said to Wayne, who was furiously writing, "He's in the meeting room, do you want to see him?"
Wayne glanced at his watch, puzzled; it had only been an hour since he had called Ker. "Tell him to wait another ten minutes, say I'm very busy, and it is best to find an excuse to have him leave; that guy is too much trouble."
With that, Wayne buried his head and continued writing his journal.
Lately, Veronica's demands had been escalating, pressuring for more journal entries every time they sparred. God help him, his future journal now extended into March of the following year.
Who demands updates like this? He's writing a journal of true events, not a novel. Without real experiences, it's hard to concoct stories.