the issues // {allie}

[sam]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,350,true] Encom tower had never been Sam's favorite place. Before he'd taken the company back, it had been a silly nuisance he visited once a year. Now, it felt like he was always there. When he was at Flynn's or on The Grid, he was at Encom, programming and helping Alan with the business. He liked the changes he'd made, even though everyone had seemed pretty upset about it at first. Naturally, proposing Encom lower their prices and share their technology for free was absolutely ludicrous. Sam couldn't give two craps about Encom making money, but he also knew he needed that money as start up Capital for The Grid. The thing wasn't going to maintain itself, and people's salaries weren't going to pay themselves, so he had his work cut out for him. He sat in his office, looking at the paperwork in front of him. He couldn't quite wrap his head around what he was supposed to be doing. His thoughts were all mixed up in The Grid, and what he would build next, what he would do next, where was the next step? He wanted to create a world for users and programs with all of the bells and whistles he could think of. The thing was, he wasn't sure how to do that. He wasn't his father, and as hard as he tried to grasp at his father's dream, he still wasn't sure how to reach it. He just had to keep pushing through and eventually he hoped he'd achieve his goal. He continued through the paperwork, signing where he needed to, reading the necessary information. It all seemed to jumble in his head anyway. What he really needed was some coffee. He stood up from his desk, leaving the papers behind in search of the small kitchen on the top floor. It was pretty nice, all things considered, and had a wonderful espresso machine. One thing Encom had going for it, they knew how to spoil their employees. He started a fresh pot of coffee and stood there, staring at it, but really just staring off into space while it brewed. His mind was a million miles away. He had work to do, but he couldn't even think straight anymore. Maybe he was just tired. The caffeine would help him focus. He bit his lip, staring at the liquid as it poured into the coffee pot at the slowest rate possible. "Can't you go any faster?" He said out loud, soon realizing he was talking to an inanimate object. He should probably stop that. He had enough enemies that if he even showed one sign of being crazy they'd take Encom from him in a flash. He couldn't let that happen. notes: boring intro post. i stink at these lol

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[ALLISON BRADLEY]

It had been about a week since Allison had settled back in at home in L.A. She was still trying to get used to life without D.C. and snow. Of course, now that she had taken up work at Encom Tower, her life wasn't politic free. Allie sighed at the thought as she crossed the company's threshold. She had a meeting with her dad on the issues of the grid. Allison had decided that she wanted to completely understand what she was representing before giving any public statements. There was nothing Allie took more seriously than the integrity of her work. Even if she wasn't working in Congress any longer, a sloppy job was not acceptable. Even if Encom wasn't her favorite place. Had she been a more vengeful spirit, she may have worked a bit harder to sabotage the company. Of course, she wouldn't do that to her father. Alan was still very much affiliated with Encom. There was also a certain Flynn at the company.

The thought made Allie shake her head slightly. An annoyed grin crept onto her face as she stepped off of the elevator. It was surprising to her how much the tower had changed in the years that she had been gone. She walked down the brightly lit corridor before a low, smooth voice caught her attention. Allie's eyebrows knitted together as she peeked her head into the small kitchen that she was passing. "Talking to yourself now, Sammy?" A bright grin covered her face as Allison walked into the room, straightening her skirt over her knees and brushing her hair behind her ears. "Did you miss me that much?" She hopped up on the counter, crossing her legs at the ankle.

Allie took a moment to look at her childhood companion. He had aged so much in the years that she had seen him, but not for the worse. Her heart skipped a beat as she took in his care-worn face and shaggy hair. Of course, she still remembered the reckless teenage Sam that had stolen her heart with one milkshake and a ride on the Ducati. Something Alan had not been happy about. A sigh escaped Allie's lips. "How ya been, Sam?" She asked, knowing he wouldn't be happy that she had. Not long after they broke things off, Allie had skipped town for school and didn't bother checking in again. This was the first time she had heard Sam's voice in nearly ten years. She offered him an apologetic smile, eyes hiding behind her lashes in guilt.

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