It was the third time this month Koji was late. He could minimize notice by riding the elevator two floors up then taking the stairwell to the fire exit door, but his fingerprint on the entry turnstile always logged his tardy shame. Midmorning, his supervisor came to deliver his second demerit with an unspoken warning that there would be no third. Bleary-eyed, Koji plowed into his assignment queues. Policy updates for industrial clients. Claims for shipping container damage. An assessment for a high-hazard application. It was all routine until some unfamiliar terms in one of the summary screens caught his