>>5138768Mulling your words over with a noncommittal ‘<span class="mu-i">hmmm</span>’, your boss cocks their head to the side. “So you’re saying they’re cooperative.”
With <span class="mu-i">you</span>, yea! They wanna clean this mess up just as much as you do! Face scrunched up in thought, Sonny begins to drum their fingers against the table again. “That’s cute, Stan–<span class="mu-i">adorable</span>, even, but you know they’re thralls, right? They could drink with you one second, then tear your pretty little throat out the next.”
You shrug. Isn’t that the same as, like, an average business meeting?
“HA! <span class="mu-g">THE BOARD MEMBERS</span> would <span class="mu-i">love</span> that one!” Grinning behind their mask, Sunny responds with a resigned shrug. “Alright, if you vouch for them then that’s good enough for me–should set up a meeting, though…” Noticing you staring as they continue to drum their fingers, your boss waves you away. “But you don’t have to worry about that–you’ve got bigger fish to fry, hm?”
Yea, you mutter, but do they <span class="mu-i">really</span> believe you? That was a cinch!
“Think of it this way–if your little buddies kill us all and take over the world, <span class="mu-i">you’ll</span> be the one who gave them the okay!” Leaning back in their chair, your host shoots you a smug grin. “I can live with that!”
Well when they put it like <span class="mu-i">that…</span>
>CONTD. 