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Seignur Veeoni’s Private Workroom


“It is time.”

Seignur Veeoni rose, and so did Delia.

Seignur Veeoni held up a hand.

“Today, I will go alone, Tech Bell. Tocohl has uploaded a new data-block. Your time will be better spent indexing and updating our library.”

Delia hesitated, then moved forward.

“Professional opinion, ma’am. Best stick to the schedule. Director Formyne will have that pat, an’ she might wonder after a vary. She’s not much good at being undercover, but she was born with details in ’er blood.”

“That is a useful insight, Tech Bell. I thank you. I remind you that we had taken care to seed the details with random. Director Formyne may notice, but she will not likely withhold herself.”

She paused.

“Unless she is counting on your assistance? Surely, so simple a thing as overpowering a desk-bound researcher ought to be within her means, no matter how poor she is undercover. Have I misjudged her?”

Delia took a breath.

“No’m. She’d rather have backup, but she’s pretty confident in herself. Comes with bein’ a Director.”

“My reading of her character is accurate, then. I note that it is now past time, and that a woman with details in her blood will notice that.”

“Yes’m,” Delia said, dropping back. “Be careful, ma’am.”


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