The rest of the day proceeds much as the morning did. She doesn't have a time when she needs to stop working; she gets a rate proportional to how much she drives, and if she wants she can do it long into the night, as long as she returns the company car when she's done.

She does not think she will do it long into the night! She thinks she will stop after a reasonable amount of time – oh, at around dinner time, let's say – and then go grab some food and go back to her apartment.

At night, she receives an email.

Hey! How're you doing? Settling in? How's the new job treatin' ya?

- The Avenue

I'm fine, thanks! Had my first day today – it went fine. Apartment's okay, too.

Cool! Anything you need?

Know any meetup spots, things like that? I haven't actually met many people since moving in, not sure what sorts of clubs there are around.

There aren't many in meatspace, because of the whole "people don't go out much" thing. Everything's online. And by the way, you might want to install, and he gives the name of an unfamiliar messaging app. Better than emails.

… So she does that!

<TheAvenue> Hello, there!

<RStephens> Hey!

<TheAvenue> Anyway, it's mostly online, yeah.

<TheAvenue> Lots of people videochat, and the most prestigious schools are also online.

<RStephens> I guess I will look into online courses, when I get around to that, then! Any other social media things you know of…?

He dumps a bunch on her.

So she goes to explore a couple of them and thanks him!

The following morning her car is waiting bright and early for her.

So she goes looking for a customer!

Her first customer of the day is yet another busy-looking businessman.

Isn't that surprising.

He presumably does not seem up for a chat?

He is not up for a chat. He piles into the back seat, briefcase in both hands. The bluetooth in his ear yammers away while he yammers into it. He does not put his seatbelt on.

She waits patiently.

Soon the case in his lap is open, and files are coming out, the seat being used as an impromptu office desk. "I don't care what Resources says, our copyright should still hold. We're a legal extension of..." A glance up at Rachel, through the Plexiglas. "Synergy building, Hammerhead Block. ...yes, that's my point, they can't annex it because we've got the rights to the original works. I don't care what they think they're entitled to..."

He still has not put his seatbelt on.

"Seatbelt," mouths Rachel, pointing to her own. "Please."

"Just goddamn go," he says, annoyed. "What? No, not you, I'm in a cab. Look, the account is registered and fully legal, so there's no reason..."

… Nah, she's not really happy being spoken to that way, so she's gonna wait for him to put his seatbelt on or go.

She points at her seatbelt again.

He looks at her annoyedly, but rather than pick everything up and find another cab he puts his seatbelt on. "Now go."