Assignments took weeks, months if Vanderwood weren't a diligent reminder, metaphoric steel always pressed right to his temple. Business was business, and most people worked five days a week, higher execs usually less, workload shifted onto that of tighter-wound strings... a little overtime never hurt anything, even if there was no promise of any additional pay. Contrary to Vanderwood's own perceptions, Seven did keep a job or three prior to this one, he knew how some normalcy worked--
but then, just a couple days later, his scam, er, not-scam was answered. Snickering to himself with a joy befitting that of a well-fed mouse, Seven settles comfortably in a hardware not his own. Blip! A chatroom all their own, tucked away in-between lines of functional code. Load-bearing code, that is, like a pixel one inch too wide or a plate texture left in for seemingly no reason... were the stranger to find this intrusion, a deletion would result in their entire rig unwriting itself.
Genius! Genius Seven!
"Hallloooo~" reads a pop-up message, accompanied by the cutest emoji in existence. "I will be your no-no spam-go!"
"Seven Zero Seven Bot is ready for business! This free trial won't require your credit card info, unlike [COMPETITON HERE]. lolol Bot humor, beep beep. Seven will keep your information secure and all yours! By ridding your inbox of these pesky scammers, you will see a 99.99.99.99.99.99.99% increase in online safety! No stolen identity! No stolen credit card! Yippee!"
No name present, only USER's laptop... no recent Jmail sign-ins, either, or any Woohoo! Answers logged. Suspicion etches upon otherwise playful features before dissipating; clever, but how clever? Perhaps this was just a bigwig that deleted his history a lot. A lot of people believe that to be very beneficial.
Seven knows otherwise.
"What may Seven Bot call his Master~? Nyaaa~~"
@thekavseklabs, continued!
