In the middle of the month, MetaHuman Incorporated's annual report is published. You arrive at the tower knowing that you have a potentially difficult press conference ahead of you later that morning, as journalists probe you concerning the causes and consequences of the report.
You enter your office—and freeze. There, seated in your place, is Simond Guul, one of the major shareholders of MetaHuman Incorporated and, ultimately, your boss.
"Hello again, Roman Halama," he says. "You're well, I hope."
"Very," you answer. "I didn't expect to see you here."
"Thought I'd attend your conference today. That's not a problem, I hope?"
You force a smile. "Of course not."
He vacates your chair, and stands before your floor-to-ceiling plate-glass window, looking out across the city. You'd often look out at that view yourself when you first occupied this office. Since you traveled into the future, it's been a touch less appealing.
"There's nothing you need to tell me about before you face the press?" he asks. "I hate surprises."
Oh, you can think of a couple of things worth mentioning. Your meeting with Bertrand Gable, for example—a meeting in which you agreed to help the Surgeons travel to Earth in large numbers. Or the fact that you recently met Anaru Katariki, in the flesh, and even collaborated with him to secure a jinn flask to use against the Surgeons.
This is your best chance to communicate directly with MetaHuman's shareholders, and perhaps win their favor in the forthcoming evaluation. You regard the back of Guul's head a few seconds, thinking.
One problem at a time. What do you choose to tell him about Bertrand Gable and the Surgeons?