Captain's Log; Star Date 2258.77 [Video]

[starfleet_pimp]

[Kirk is sitting behind an office desk, dressed in a suit and looking at the camera.]Is this where I always pictured myself, as the regional manager of Starfleet Incorporated doing business as Enterprise Solutions? Not really. Am I happy where I ended up? Absolutely

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[cry_reaper]

Excuse me?

[ooc: Would you like a personal assistant?]

[starfleet_pimp]

Ahhh, Mara, how good to see you.

[ooc: Would love one!]

[cry_reaper]

The meeting with the CEO has been pushed back... again. Did you want me to reschedule the regional managers luncheon?

[starfleet_pimp]

Corporate never knows what they're doing. Yes, push it back until next week. Although that does leave me free for lunch today...

[cry_reaper]

Is there something in particular you'd like me to arrange?

[starfleet_pimp]

Let's do a working lunch. At a motel.

[cry_reaper]

Certainly, would you like me to order in or would you like me to make reservations at another restaurant? In public.

[starfleet_pimp]

Why don't you decide?

[cry_reaper]

I'll order something delivered, we can eat in the conference rooms. Did we want to work on the presentation for next week, or the projections?

[starfleet_pimp]

Actually, I want your help on a... special, project.

[cry_reaper]

And what project would that be, sir?

[starfleet_pimp]

I'd rather discuss it in person.

[cry_reaper]

If that's your choice, sir.

[starfleet_pimp]

That's definitely what I choose.

[cry_reaper]

I'll let you know when lunch has arrived.

[starfleet_pimp]

Thank you. I'll be in my office answering emails until then.