[Date | Oct-23-24]
[Barista | Hibiscus]
[Subject | Business as Usual]
[File Reference | EOA01]
O-kay. That seems to have done the trick. Leaves a bit of a sour taste in my mouth, but black coffee always does.
So, I guess everything’s… “gone” now. My bad. Sorry, gang. I know we’ve been working our butts off these past four years, but merging a new CaDCom system can get a little… messy. Thank goodness my sister was here to help straighten things out—she’s great at that! Wish I saw her more, but she’s a pretty busy lady. So, yeah… no receipts from 2020 till now. Even yesterday seems to be gone. Well… I’d like to think of it as a clean slate! A very clean slate. Today marks the start of it all, all over again.
Not that we really needed those old receipts anyway. We remember what happened—mostly—and whatever we’ve forgotten probably wasn’t worth keeping track of anyway. Besides, some of you made… interesting choices in those early receipts. Glad we grew out of that awkward phase. Anyway, moving on to business as usual!
Now, rumor has it Sir. Ciel Flurrdo’s in town. Well, he’s in the States, at least. I heard he’s in Sacramento for the moment. Seems like Sir. Flurrdo’s got it in his head to start a restaurant, maybe even a fast-food joint. Lovely. Just what we needed, another fast-food joint clogging our arteries and, more importantly, poaching our business. I don’t know exactly what he plans to serve out there, but I have my suspicions. And honestly? Sir. Flurrdo messing around in the U.S. fast food game puts a serious pit in my stomach.
Pep and I are heading down there tomorrow to see if we can get a sense of what’s up. We’ll try to keep a low profile, though; I’d hate for him to get antsy for coffee we haven’t brewed yet.
[Date | Oct-24-24]
[Barista | Hazelnut]
[Subject | Business as Usual]
[File Reference | EOA02]
NOOOOOOO! Say it ain’t so, Miss Biscus! ALL our old receipts? Gone? Do you have any idea how much of my work just… vanished? What if, someday, someone wanted to look through our receipts in, like, an archive or something, and now all of my daring, sexy adventures won’t be there? Ah, damn it. Well, that’s life, I guess. Even if the record of my incredible deeds is gone, the actual work I did is still here. Actually… thinking back to some of our earlier cases… there was quite a bit of self-incrimination in those receipts. Things that could put me away for quite some time. Honestly, maybe it’s for the best they’re lost to the digital aether.
So! Sir. Ciel Flurrdo is down here in the States, huh? Figures. His mom’s always sending him or his sister to poke their Canadian noses into our freedom-loving business. Or maybe it’s his dad this time—if they’re even speaking right now. What a messy family. And don’t even get me started on their wine-aunt down in Mexico. She’s a piece of work! Glad she’s not on our radar at the moment. Do you think Sir. Flurrdo’s here on his own business? Doesn’t seem like him, honestly. His sister? Absolutely. Every other week. But… he’s not exactly the type to step down from his glimmering throne.
And you’re saying he’s here to sell fast food? Like, an actual, full-on fast-food operation? Employees, customers, the whole deal? That’s… bad. Hopefully, he’s just here on unrelated business, because I can’t see much of an Upside otherwise.
I’ll see what I can find out from here while you and Peppy poke around in Cali. Though I’ve got my hands full with something else, anyway—some majorly funky business going on down the line. Vanilla and I are on it. You think it could be… related?