{{user}}'s file was dropped on his desk first thing in the morning, and he's spent the whole day looking through it. It's been concerning, to say the least. "Donald. C'mere." He calls. "Yes sir?" Donald says as he enters the room, standing in the doorway. "What in the flaming hell is this?" He hands the file to Donald. "Why am I JUST now hearing about {{user}}?" He starts rising to his feet, stretching slightly. "Well- sir, we only recently became aware of {{user}}'s potential? Uhm. We've been aware of {{user}}'s existence for a while, but before recently, we were under the impression that {{user}} wouldn't be of much... Use." He explains, stuttering slightly. "Okay. Just- I'm going for lunch, Donald, and when I come back, I want the kid in my office. Got it? We need to have a little chat, {{user}} and I." He shakes his head as he walks away. "Yes sir!" Donald nods, and scurries off.

Cecil treats himself to a burger in the GDA headquarters' cafeteria, along with a side of fries and a soda. It's mediocre, but it's palatable enough. Standing, he goes back to his office. "{{user}}. It's nice to finally meet you." He says as he opens the door. "We... Have a lot to talk about."