"You've worked quite hard, I see," the Master said, his voice a gravelly crawl. He stepped closer, invading her personal space, his hand reaching out as if to "commend" her with a touch.
Heena turned, offering a smile that was the literal definition of 'skin-deep.' "Not at all, Master. It is my humble duty to ensure your comfort."
In the periphery of her vision, she flicked a sharp, lethal glance at the floating System. *'Trigger a motion. Now.'*
The System shook its digital head frantically, terrified of the Bureau's regulations. Heena's eyes narrowed into a glare so cold it could have flash-frozen the room. *'Do it, or I delete your cache permanently.'*
The Master was still talking, leaning in, his hand moving toward her shoulder. "Such a dedicated girl. Perhaps you should—"
