“Doctor Vo?” Margaret asked. “Have I done something to upset you, darling?” She walked across the room and set her data slate on one of the chairs across from Aldric’s desk.
He wanted to say yes, but he was not ready to tell her he was spying on her, and watching her every move. He did not think he would ever be ready, but he planned on being rid of her before that became necessary. “Nothing,” he said, sounding every bit like a petulant child. “I am frustrated by the lack of progress is all. We made so much progress that first night, then nothing for weeks.”
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