Interesting. Niko wants me to go to a party. I'm not sure about going or not. I could just return to my house and do nothing, or go to a party with booze and get blasted. Before I can come to a unanimous decision, my assistant walks in again. I pop my neck as she talks, which makes most of what she's saying unimportant to me. As far as I know, she's talking about the dying tech business, NetCo. I unfortunately get distracted by both her outfit and her breasts. Her uniform is practically squeezing her melons. I expect one of them to just plop out.