>>5144016So let me get this straight, you segue, still processing the info, your boss is a psycho?
“Moreso than the norm, yes.” The personal assistant replies. “But if it makes you feel better they act that way around everyone.”
Huh, you frown, you feel like you would have noticed them more with their wheelchair and weirdo mask thing–the press would have a <span class="mu-i">field day</span> with that stuff!
“Bruckmann enjoys their privacy.” Christy shrugs. “That compound they breathe supposedly allows limited mobility, but I’ve never seen them rise from their chair…” A pause, then a few taps. “Still, they’ve never required me to perform any caregiver support–I suppose many wheelchair-bound people are remarkably self-sufficient, but still…”
The phone’s synthesized voice trails off there. “I shouldn’t judge. Bruckmann’s been through quite a bit given their family history.”
Yea, you shrug, doesn’t change the fact that they’re creepy, though! So if her gramps is off the table, you muse to yourself, then who else is there?
Frowning, the personal assistant continues typing on her phone. “<span class="mu-g">THE LODGE</span> houses countless high-ranking executives and security personnel–most of which haven’t been ruled out.” Sighing, she types a few more words immediately after. “I’ll admit I had my doubts about <span class="mu-g">PONDEROSA</span> as well, but now I’m not so sure…”
Your heart skips a beat. <span class="mu-i">WHY!?</span>
“They confer quite a bit.” Christy replies. “At first I found it odd, given that he was a janitor.”
<span class="mu-b">EVENING SANITATION COORDINATOR,</span> you correct.
“Given that both of their families had ties to the <span class="mu-g">CULT OF TIBIUS,</span> however, I concluded that they just have quite a few similarities.” Shrugs the PA. “And being constantly monitored by both <span class="mu-g">ORDER MEMBERS</span> and <span class="mu-g">GOOD BOY SECURITY,</span> it’d be difficult for him to do anything substantial without anyone noticing.”
Yea, you scoff, but that’s how he <span class="mu-i">GETS</span> you! Staring at you for an uncomfortably long few seconds, Christy returns to her typing.
“It’s flimsy, I know, but I believe we’re dealing with someone in the middle–someone not as high-profile.”
Her prediction earns a frustrated growl from you. How <span class="mu-i">good</span> is this traitor anyways!? It feels like you’ve got nothing! Giving you a sympathetic glance, Christy types a few more words into her phone.
“I’m sorry. I was hoping to be more helpful, but I’m at as much of a loss as you are.”
Yea, well, if you hear anything she’ll be the first to know about it, you growl.
“I’d appreciate that.”
>CONTD. 