Neville's brow furrowed as he navigated to the Maxwell Corporation employee portal. The interface loaded, and he nearly dropped his Light Brain.
Group Chat Invitations.
At least fifteen of them were accepted automatically by the app's default settings. His chat list had exploded from the single official departmental channel he had been part of before to a colorful array of group names:
'West Wing After Hours'
'Nutrient Booster Addicts
'Anonymously Named'
'Emotionally Drained'
'Bryan's Victims Support Group'
'Friday Night Crew'
'The Chaos Collective'
The list went on.
Each one had a more unhinged group name than the other. Neville scrolled through them in a daze. He couldn't believe that this was the 'inner' circle of the biggest starship company in the whole Imperial Galaxy.
When could this bunch of people be serious?
