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From: [email protected]

Date: 6 Sep 1969 13:45-EDT

To: [email protected]

CC: 

Subject: Important Concern

Florence, there’s apparently an important fact that you didn’t disclose before I accepted The Administrator's offer. 

I am now aware that Dell Conagher is Team Fortress’ Engineer. My only question is why would you choose to obscure that tidbit until I arrived in Teufort? You know how I feel about the man, yet here I am, currently stuck in the middle of New Mexico with a group of 9 wankers. 4 of which are absolute knobheads, and the rest being prime candidates for a mental asylum. I mean one of them is associated with the man responsible for the near-assassination of MY MOTHER! Are you serious, right now? What did you expect my reaction was going to be when I eventually found out? How stupid do you think I am? 

I can’t believe you would keep this from me. 

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From: [email protected] Date: 11 Sep 1969  21:05-EDT To: [email protected] CC:  Subject: Progress Report Week One

Administrator, 

I have created a log detailing my observations during my time here in Teufort. There is a file attached to this email that I hope may be of use to you.

[logreport.exe]

So far, the team seems to be handling the establishment of a new class decently, but I am concerned that they may have their suspicions about the late employment. They’re a lot more difficult to handle than expected, especially after the incident with the directors. I have replaced the hidden cameras with some listening devices that are more inconspicuous, but at the cost of only having audio to go off of. 

I don’t want to imply that you’re wasting your time here, but I’m not certain you’ll find anything useful from this team. I'm not doubting your judgment either, just confused on what the end goal is here.

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From: [email protected] Date: 6 Sep 1969 19:50-EDT To: [email protected] CC:  Subject: Mixed Feelings

I’ve gotten some time to reflect on this revelation further. Though, I still haven’t fully forgiven you for hiding it from me, I understand that this situation was out of your hands. After all, it wasn’t your problem to solve. I was lashing out on you even if you didn’t deserve it. Forgive me. 

I’m not sure what to make of The Administrator's reasoning however. She, out of all people, knows me more than I know myself. But maybe I'm overreacting. It’s more likely that she’s using this opportunity to test my skills once again. She did say I was smart enough to handle it, so I can be rest assured that it is with good reason. I’ll try my best to survive this contract until it’s over, but I may have days that I might not be so reasonable. 

Whatever the case, I am glad to have you as my support.