Ivan spent some time with Daiyu in his apartment. They had breakfast together that Daiyu prepared. They had a casual chat that spanned over various topics. They enjoyed each other's company.
Daiyu had to leave for work; it was getting to the time her shift began. She worked as a salesperson at a megastore that ran 24/7. Her shift today would start at 12:00 pm.
The time was 10:29 am. Ivan had a broad smile on his face. His thoughts were confident that nothing would go wrong in the relationship he started with Daiyu. For a while he couldn't think about anything but Daiyu. He couldn't help but wonder how Chioma and Roger would receive the news. He and Daiyu agreed that they would tell their friends about the development the next time they would meet.
Ivan finally gathered his thoughts. He brainstormed about his schedule for the day. His vehicle's replacement was yet to arrive, so he was free to do whatever he desired.
"I should go for therapy," he muttered to himself.
Ivan still felt that he needed counselling for the trauma he got from watching a child he saved die before his eyes. He felt that if the trauma was unresolved, it could lead to problems in his day-to-day life and even in his newfound relationship.
He picked up his phone and went online to book a therapy session. Luckily, he found a therapist free to talk for the next two hours. He booked for a thirty-minute session with the therapist.
At the VC AR gaming hub, Rodrygo had reported to work. He sat with his two colleagues, overseeing live surveillance footage. Suddenly, they all heard someone's stomach rumble. It was not Rodrygo, but he soon heard another stomach grumble. He observed that his colleagues' faces looked troubled, like they were restraining their rectum from unleashing an explosive diarrhoeic stool.
Rodrygo saw his colleagues abandon their work station for the toilet. He couldn't help but laugh.
"What did you guys eat before coming to work?" he wondered loudly.
The image on the monitor before him had changed to display the image of Grimm Bastard's face. The lighting in the room changed to an ominous green. Rodrygo was slow to realise the shift in his environment.
"Why is everywhere green?" he mused as he turned his gaze to the screen.
The image on the screen jump-scared him, and he sprang away from his seat, exclaiming, "What the hell!"
Within its helmet, Grimm Bastard smiled, satisfied with the regular character's reaction. It moved its rotting mouth to speak, but the voice that escaped the orifice was that of Lady Flux. She had intentionally used the summon's glass traversal ability to appear on Rodrygo's monitor's screen.
She said, "Mr Rodrygo, we meet again."
"Lady Flux?" Rodrygo asked nervously.
She said, "Your brains are still working. Had to trouble your colleagues so that I could speak with you. Return to your seat; let's have a quiet chat."
Rodrygo cautiously returned to his seat.
Lady Flux continued, "You sell surveillance footage from your company, which is a breach of the rules. But since you are working with the liberation force, you are exempted from punishment. But what happens if your colleagues or your boss discover you? They won't be happy, and they will see you as a greedy piece of shit.
"I came here to warn you to be careful with how you move. If you are reported, the liberation force may not be able to protect you. There is friction between the Liberation Force and the government; you wouldn't like to be used as a scapegoat.
"My honest advice for you is that you share the spoils with your colleagues and perhaps your boss. Sounds ridiculous, but that's what you should do. Anyone who acts funny, you remind them that they blindly dined with the devil."
Grimm Bastard's face disappeared from the screen, and the environment returned to normal. Rodrygo breathed a deep sigh of relief. While Lady Flux spoke, he couldn't help but feel that she was going to punish him for something that he had done. Fortunately, it was not as he thought. She just warned him.
He didn't waste time to act according to her advice. He had the account numbers of his boss and his colleagues. He was going to transfer some money from the reward he obtained from selling the surveillance footage from yesterday. He didn't need to be schooled that he was to use an anonymous bank account to do the transfer.
He did the maths and shared the rewards equally between himself, his two colleagues in the toilet and his boss, who owned and managed the AR gaming pub. He transferred the funds to them and placed his phone on the table. He felt some weight had been lifted off his shoulders. His bank rested on his seat's rest while he gazed at the ceiling, thoughts flying through his mind.
'I hope they don't report the transaction,' Ivan thought.
Lady Flux was a person who valued the discretion of sensitive matters. If she felt the importance tied to discretion of a certain matter was too high, she would get deeply involved with the matter to make sure that there were no slip-ups.
Concerning keeping track of Ivan and other special characters in Section 2, she had relieved Anderson_Shoeberry of this responsibility. It was because she didn't trust him. She reassigned the responsibility to Brainboss_7, who was a B-rank detective class character.
Brainboss_7 was one of the special characters in the meeting with Lady Flux earlier. He had worked with Lady Flux in the past, and because of his efficiency and effectiveness, he was highly regarded by Lady Flux.
Brainboss_7 had designated a D-rank person to closely keep an eye on Ivan. He had arranged that the D-rank character move into the same apartment building with Ivan. The D-rank would replace one of the neighbours who stayed on the same floor with Ivan.
Ivan, dressed in deep blue plain trousers and a light blue shirt, made sure that the electronic door on his door was secured. Before he had stepped out of his door, he noticed that one of his neighbours was moving out.