This page lists Hornwright Estate terminals.
Penny Hornwright's Terminal[]
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Outgoing Mail System - Entry 01[]
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From: Penny Hornwright
To: Daniel Hornwright
Hi, Dad. I got the flowers you sent to the house. They're lovely. I know you're worried about me, and how I feel about Mom's death, but I can promise you that I've made peace with the whole thing. She was suffering, Dad. If she had remained alive, she would have gotten weaker and weaker until she'd be laying in a hospital hooked to a bunch of machines. What kind of a life is that? She's in a better place now and I'm okay with that. I promise this won't affect anything at work, just give me one or two more days and I'll be back. I love you, Dad.
Outgoing Mail System - Entry 02[]
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From: Penny Hornwright
To: Daniel Hornwright
I'm getting serious reservations about this "Motherlode Project." You've presented me with some figures and theoretical formulas, and everything looks great on paper, but I can't really help you if you won't tell me more. I honestly don't appreciate being treated like one of your number-crunchers. I refuse to simply be left out of the loop on this project, especially since it's draining our financial resources. I know this is your pet project, Dad. But you have to let me in on this one.
Outgoing Mail System - Entry 03[]
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From: Penny Hornwright
To: Daniel Hornwright
Dad, what's this I heard about some reporter named Bill Breyer getting shot by our security? The last thing we need right now are police investigators crawling all our facility. As it is, we've had to suspend operations until the smoke clears from this public relations nightmare. If you've ever intended to pull a rabbit out of a hat, now might be the time to do it, otherwise we're looking at possible fiscal loss for this quarter. Maybe you should tell the boys over in security that this isn't the damn Wild West.
Outgoing Mail System - Entry 04[]
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From: Penny Hornwright
To: Bryce Garrahan
I got your message and you're worrying me, Bryce. We've known each other since we were children and I've never seen you come apart like this. I know that a lot is going on around us, but we need to stick together if we're going to get through this madness. I think we should speak to my father about us, Bryce. Tell him that we want to get married. I feel like bad things are on the horizon and we need to do this before it's too late. I'll try and sneak out of here tonight and I'll meet you in the usual place. I love you Bryce, I always will.
Outgoing Mail System - Entry 05[]
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From: Penny Hornwright
To: Yvette Wiesman
Yvette, can you try and track down my father? I was in my den at home and I heard a huge explosion. I think I'm even seeing a column of smoking rising from somewhere nearby. I tried to contact him, but he isn't answering the phone at headquarters. I want to make sure he's not stuck in the middle of all this. If you get through to him, have him contact me immediately. And be careful, Yvette. If that explosion is what I think it was, then the miners may have finally taken their protest too far.