The Boss had me retrieve „the good files“ from the archive today. Not the financial records, not the blackmail dossiers—the *university files*. That’s how I knew something unusual was happening.

Dr. S. Henman arrived at 14:00 sharp. I haven’t seen the Boss this animated in months. Apparently they were friends before the whole „world domination“ career path diverged their trajectories. Dr. Henman went into legitimate research, the Boss went into… well, this.

The reunion was touching, if you ignore the part where they spent two hours reminiscing about their undergraduate pranks *in front of the minions*. Nothing undermines authority quite like hearing about the time your megalomaniac employer got stuck in a ventilation shaft trying to steal the Dean’s parking spot.

Dr. Henman seems pleasant enough. He called me „ma’am“ and didn’t ask me to fetch coffee. Already better than most visiting dignitaries.

They’ve locked themselves in the conference room. Something about an „OPG“ and „atmospheric resistance.“ I’m sure this will end well.

*- Mrs. Clawdia, dusting off the guest quarters*