While an Organization Cadre with an overly active imagination was misunderstanding an innocent colleague.
Elsewhere, Curacao was driving down the road when she suddenly remembered something.
As she got farther and farther away from that hateful Mountain Villa, she gradually recovered from the horrifying photos and thought of another set of recordings—the ones she had filmed after secretly following Uzo to the graveyard when he slipped away to light a cigarette.
"By conventional standards, these photos are even more like a ghost movie than that chocolate photo. They should be destroyed even more thoroughly.
"But I already took them..."
Curacao opened her Mailbox, entered the name of a clerk who endlessly collected intelligence on Uzo in the recipient field, then typed: [I have some important intelligence related to Uzo. Do you want it?]
There was no way they would refuse.
For the maker of Uzo Coins, trading for any intelligence was basically getting something for nothing. It did not take Curacao long to haggle two Uzo Coins out of Vodka with those several bizarre and inexplicable recordings.
"That makes three."
The detailed silver coins floated within the electronic screen, slowly rotating under delicate lighting. Looking at her unprecedentedly abundant stockpile, Curacao suddenly felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
"Looking closely, the patterns on each coin really are different... Wait, do the themes of these patterns correspond to Uzo's Business Cards?
"Vodka is always saying he's busy. So this is what he spends his time doing..."
As an Organization member just as busy as a spinning top, Curacao had wanted to casually report him and urge him to work harder.
But when she thought of her own bitter experiences working under Rum, fellow worker that she was... she ultimately just sighed and said nothing more.
"I should get back to