Juliet scowled at the glowing projection over Frank's desk.
"This... is not a standard interface," she muttered, flipping through panels, glyphs, and a suspicious tab marked 'Interdimensional Shipping Rates.'
A part of her wanted to blame the headache on lack of sleep.
The rest knew better.
She tapped another file—this one titled "Merchant Favor Archive." A window opened showing a goblin-shaped logo and flashing alerts like:
> "Pending Curse Exchange – Claimed"
"Trade Route: Volatile (Unstable)"
"Deal Outcome: Contract Voided, Favor Banked"
Juliet sat back, arms folded.
"This man is either a genius, a con artist… or a very dangerous flavor of idiot."
She had known Frank was weird.
She just didn't realize he had a whole separate operating system.
She tapped her wristband and pulled up her own system access menu. It blinked politely with her Hunter stats. Normal. Clean. Recognizable.
Then she held her band near Frank's again.
