The Messages Never Stopped

Posted on Thu May 10th, 2012 @ 2:56am by Brenda Foster
Edited on on Thu May 10th, 2012 @ 2:56am

Mission: The Mystery Men of Mira
Location: Private Quarters Brenda Foster

::On::

Brenda Had just returned, after a long day shooting around the Station at various locations. She was exhausted. Her producer was ecstatic with some of the people they had met. Turning on her computer she observed several messages and decided to get to them while she had the strength...

Her report to her boss about the missing equipment went better than she expected. He would just bill the Federation for the lost down time with the equipment due to a Security issue on the station. It was a major inconvenience but covered in there contract with the Fleet. She smiled as she new the Federation would be sending a nasty letter to whomever was costing them that chunk of cash..

The next message was from a Tammy Olinski, some department head of the university on Archa four. The administrator was asking for some help with the institutes academy of communications. The comments that followed were very flattering. Olinski asked if Brenda would be interested in speaking to her students and share some professional insights. Tammy immediately responded that she would be honored to come down and visit the institute.

She worked her way down the list.. A broker was lobbying her to sell her restaurant, again. he was a pest and worked on a commission base.

Her Mother was upset at her for not visiting her Aunt in New Your before she left earth. That was the Thrid time know and her Aunt Kimberly was very offended by it. More drama...

Her agent had left several messages regarding payments she was owed from her endorsements while running network news. Some contracts were being sent that required her signature and review. One of the sponsors were being very pushy about her appearances. Seems they were attempting to squeeze a few more out than they had contracted for and agent was just refusing to budge.

Brenda finished up the list over the next hour, some warranted replies some were just informational and were just plain aggravating.

She kicked off her shoes and rubbed her aching feet. the large pillow on her bed was all it took for her to crawl up and drop her head down. As she drifted off to sleep the thought of food crossed her mind.. and was gone quickly.

::End::

Brenda Foster
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