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Yea, you nod as you send a conspiratorial glance her way. Before you part ways, you begin, is there anyone in particular she still trusts? Anyone you can rely on once the crap hits the fan?
Your words barely leave your lips before Christy’s phone drones an answer: “<span class="mu-g">GRANDPA.</span>” Oh, you reply in a tone that betrays your complete and utter lack of enthusiasm, err… anyone <span class="mu-i">else?</span>
The personal assistant responds with a quiet ‘<span class="mu-i">hmph</span>’ as she types out a longer answer. “You asked me who I trust. Grandpa would do anything to protect the people of this company, especially after what happened before.”
Yea, but…
“I trust you too if it makes you feel any better.” The phone adds. “We wouldn’t be having this talk otherwise.” D’awww, she’s gonna make you blush! Before the praise can settle in, however, a thought rushes through your head–hold on, you sputter, what about Bruckmann? Or <span class="mu-i">BORIS?!</span>
“What about them?” She retorts, cocking her head to the side again. Well, you shrug, she works pretty closely with <span class="mu-b">THE BIG CHEESE</span>–any thoughts?
Christy frowns at your query before typing out a fresh response. “That’s exactly why I don’t trust them.” Explains her phone. “Bruckmann’s eccentricity makes them difficult to read, even for me. Based on the sheer capital and manpower they’ve put into this operation I’d assume they’d be exempt, but I don’t trust them like Grandpa, that’s for sure.”
Understandable, you mutter, especially after that creepy lobster story they told!
“I wish they’d stop laughing at that.” Drones the phone as its user lets loose a sigh. “As for Boris, I don’t have a definite answer to that, either.” Uncertainty creeps around Christy’s normally inscrutable face. “He’s friendly, charismatic, and selfless to a fault, but I can’t help but feel uneasy around him in person.” Her eyebrow twitches. “Like I’m standing next to an armed mousetrap.”
You get used to ‘em after getting your fingers snapped in them a few times, you reply. But now that she mentions it, you continue, tapping your finger on your cheek in thought, you get a similar feeling too!
“Really?” Replies the phone.
Yea! Like you wanna puke your guts out, you snap! That guy’s <span class="mu-r">BAD NEWS!</span>
“At any rate, that’s who I trust.” Christy shrugs. “And I suggest you keep your list short too, Stanley.”
Yea, you mutter, about that…
>CONTD.
