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Yep. That’s more like the real you.
I glared at him. It took him a moment to regain his composure. Then he smiled awkwardly and said, “I’m sorry, I have a bad headache today. It was rude of me to take it out on you.”
I could see his real thoughts, even as he spoke the words, and of course they didn’t match. I simply nodded.
This man was going to be impossible to work with. Most of the tests so far had been handled by other doctors and scientists, with Dr Starrick overseeing, but from now on he was the one I would be dealing with. And things were off to a bad start with him giving me a small peek into what he was really like.
How am I going to put up with this? I asked myself. He’s like a spoilt child. Snapping at me for no reason. And he doesn’t even have a headache!
I’d just have
