I opened the video log in the data cartridge. This was the objective footage recorded by Shirley's visual sensors.
In the footage, Chris stood with Shirley at the island resort's harbor.
"Everyone," Chris said, putting his arm around Shirley's shoulders and speaking to the surrounding executives. "This is Shirley. From now on, she has full authority over this island's development plans."
The executives nodded in agreement.
That evening, in the castle hall, Chris took out his communicator, fiddled with it a few times, and tossed it onto the table.
"Off taking jobs on the dark web again?" Chris asked, holding that pure gold dagger and speaking to Shirley beside him. "Don't worry about her. She's just throwing a tantrum. In a few days, she'll come back on her own to admit she was wrong.
