"Log the target's successful entry into the staging area."
Cassie's chin rested on her knees as she sat curled up. As unhealthy as it was, she found this position strangely relaxing.
Her grandpa, as strict as he could be with everyone else, wouldn't care how she sat as long as she did her job well. As long as his expectations were met, he pretty much gave her complete autonomy in how to use the clan's resources for whatever ends she wanted to pursue.
And right now, it was Cassie's time to shine.
"Grandfather," Cassie turned to the old man sitting in a massive, active-foam chair while observing a selection of screens mounted on the high-rise apartment's wall.
Cassie herself sat on her gaming chair with her legs curled up, her hands gently and leisurely tapping at her filthy expensive floating keyboard.
"Proceed."
The old man's voice filled the high-end office/apartment.
Quite notably, there wasn't a hint of hesitation in his tone.
1/1 daily! Yay!
(now, to somehow write while I'm at work, hopefully... >.>)