Dionysia smiled a poisonous smile. "One of my vykkers; Dr Krik. Remember when I said the Magog Cartel would be checking to make sure you're improving?" Dionysia let that hang.
Krik gave her a nudge. "Would you mind leaving us to talk? I'm sure this won't be as interesting as you expect, Dion." She wanted to object, but thought better of it. She shot a leer at Arnie, and left the office.
Krik scrutinised Arnie. He decided that the glukkon was uglier than most, and looked rather stupid. But he supposed that wasn't anything unusual in glukkons. "She's a bit erratic. Prototype. But like she said, I'm here to make sure your factory is running smoothly, and to make sure she isn't coming to harm... I notice it looks like she's injured herself already: there's a scar on her arm. You should take better care of her; remember that if she dies it falls on your... shoulders. I just thought I should warn you I'm here, one Cartel employee to another. I won't make it difficult, but I do expect a level of professionalism. I'll be running a few tests on Dioysia while I'm here, and in a few days, I'll be leaving again for a short while." He smiled. "You have that time to impress me."
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Jim did his best to understand Frod's unique way of speaking. "By keeping my head down and running where necessary. I'm a bit worried that that guy, Bonty, is thinking of doing something stupid..." It seemed a bit silly to say that to Frod. "Hey, uh... Are you hungry? I bet they'll have food ready in the cafeteria by now." He gave an uneasy smile.
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