EX-FILES

Ms. Nicole Collette arrives the Discover You Center, Oregon, Arkansas, United States of America for the "Minds meet Market: Where Behavioural Science Drives Innovation" conference a bit late. She'd had a crazy morning but it did not show so much, save the lateness to the event. She still wears that flawless smile and chic look that still keeps heads turning to take a look at her. She hurriedly parks her vehicle, a 2030 Mercedes Benz SUV almost crashing it.

Had the vehicle no anti-collision system on it, she would have wrecked it, probably even run it into the lamps that served to provide illumination at night at the carpark.

Stepping down from her vehicle, she takes a deep breath, stares straight at the bold lettering made from lumeniscent glass mounted atop the towering edifice that reads "DISCOVER YOU CENTER" all in gold. The valet walks up to her to have her directed into the building seeing she had already done his job for him by parking her car. She had nothing against him, she just liked to know where her car was parked, maybe when she is about to leave, she would give him the key to go bring the car to her on the off-chance that she comes out of the conference too tired and exhausted to walk all the way to where she has just parked the car.

Following the valet, who leads the way, she makes her way towards the automatic doors at the entrance of the edifice where she thanks the valet for his troubles, gifting him a generous tip of $500 dollars in $100 dollar bills,

"Thank you very much," Ms. Collette says as she arrives the automatic doors where the valet stands to usher her in. Pleased with his dedication to his job, just as she is about to have the doors behind her, she reaches into her purse and pulls out five pieces of the hundred dollar bill and hands it to him. "Please have this for your troubles."

"Thank you very much ma'am but I can't accept that," the valet says respectfully. "I was only doing what I have been paid to do...."

"....I know, I know and I must say it's a top notch service you have given," Ms. Collette concurs with a knowing smile. She knows he is just trying to do his job without any problems but she could not let his good deeds go unnoticed. If he were to be queried on account of that, she was ready to stick up for him. "This is just an appreciation for the job well done. Please have it....I insist".

"Alright, ma'am," the valet says as he accepts the money however unwillingly. "Thank you very much. Do have a great time at the event."

Hurrying to the venue, having wasted much time already, trying to convince the valet to accept the little gift she offered him, she arrives the conference room being stared down by the other attendees as she opens and shuts the reinforced glass door. Right then, it feels like she is back in her college where she made an error of arriving the lecture hall late once or twice, and her legs felt so heavy as though their eyes were weights of gold placed on her shoulders to be carried all the way to her seat.

"Thank you for joining us," the man at the podium speaking, Dr. Foster Jonathan says facing Ms. Collette as she settles into a chair beside Mr. Chris Hanks, a businessman and an investor looking to power the dreams of psychologists around him.

"It's a pleasure to be here, sir," she responds somewhat faintly, feeling a bit embarrassed as she flashes a shy smile and takes a bow while seated. Yet another occurrence that usually followed that experience of arriving a lecture after the professor while in college.

"Is it really?" Mr. Chris Hanks asks with a sarcastic smile that almost makes Ms. Collette fly off the handle.

"What do you mean by that?" Ms. Collette asks feeling irritated by the comment.

"Sorry," Mr. Chris Hanks begins, prepared for whatever may come after the statement he is about to make. "I mean if it really were a pleasure to be here, you would have done whatever was necessary to make it here as early as possible..."

"Excuse you," Ms. Collette says quite pissed while trying not to be too loud so as not to distract the other participants at the conference. "Who do you think you are?"

"Oh, Chris Hanks is my name...," he replies, extending a handshake towards Collette.

"...I didn't ask for your silly name," Collette says now very furious, the volume of her voice begins to increase, attracting the attention she earlier wanted to avoid. "What makes you think it is okay to talk to people in such a manner. How dare you?"

"C'mon now," Chris Hanks pushes further as though he is on a mission to make sure she leaves. "You know I am right. If you were interested and invested in the dream of attending this conference, you would have probably woken up as early as possible to get yourself ready on time and arrive here even before the speaker."

"Really?"

"I mean this just goes to show you have no regard for anyone but yourself," he continues. "I bet you thought 'oh, I'm too important so whatever time I arrive the venue would not matter."

"I am not going to take this nonsense," she rises up out of her seat angrily to the surprise of the entire room, even the one at the podium is distracted by the situation. "I'm leaving."

"Run along," Chris Hanks says with a feeling of satisfaction in his voice and countenance. "It just goes to show I was right about the fact that you don't give a damn about anyone else but yourself. Absolutely no regard for anyone."