>>5347336Wracking your mind for what exactly you should do, your eyes are drawn to the nametag attached to the lapel on his coat, which reads <span class="mu-i">‘SHAW’</span> in big, bold letters.
No wonder you forgot his name– you were right to block it out after he was such a douchebag the first time around– but that doesn’t matter. What does matter is something that’s painfully, hypocritically obvious about this whole operation that the clerk’s been a part of the whole time.
“Are you really going to call the cops when <span class="mu-i">you’re</span> the one who’s working for a mutant?” You fire back, not willing to back down from this tête-à-tête. As soon as the words fly from your mouth, Shaw freezes, bespectacled eyes moving their focus from the telephone beside him to you.
“I bet you’re making a hefty sum from all the mutants she’s treating.” You continue, putting your hands up on the desk. As you let that statement hang in the air, you notice that Shaw is a good couple of inches shorter than you.
“That doesn’t matter.” Shaw refutes. “I’m human. There’s no way they can do anything to me.”
“Does the name ‘Phillip Huber’ ring a bell?” It feels a little wrong to use Bernard’s dad in an argument like this, but you need to drive your point home. “One of the city’s richest billionaires is now in a jail cell for defending his own daughter– a daughter who’s not even <span class="mu-i">in</span> Konigsburg, no less.”
“He knew what he was getting into. That was calculated, and you were part of it.” He points out. “So was joining up with Pharos.”
“And this isn’t?” Shaw opens his mouth to say something but bites down onto his lip instead, unable to counter your statement.
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