BRAD INDUSTRIES · PERSONNEL OFFICE
You reread “k.” four times.
That’s your Brad. He’s the anxious little security guard in your head, and he didn’t come alone.
Ten questions. About two minutes. No email. Nothing leaves your phone.
If no one has ever told you that you're too much, Brad has nothing for you. He's also suspicious of you.
INCIDENT LOG · 37 SECONDS
One word. Lowercase. Brad has already pulled the profile picture.
Sound on. The whole incident runs two minutes, and the inner child gets involved.
Brad is not licensed. This is a personnel file, not a diagnosis.
Answer honestly. He'll know anyway.
Every Brad you meet, yours or someone else's, gets declassified here. It stays on this device only.