Chapter 7: Catechism
"What's with the sudden interest?" Tyranny asked. "Don't tell me you've finally seen the Light?"
"Hardly," Bolaire scoffed. "This is a work-related matter."
"Yes, his Administrative Director is unwell."
"Seems like a lot of trouble to go to for a secretary."
Rauwyn curse that abominable trope. "Why does everyone think I have a think for middle-aged paper-pushers?"
Tyranny shrugged. "Hey man, I dunno your type. I figured maybe she was into freaky shit off the clock. It's the quiet ones, yanno? I've just never known you to go out of our way like this for somebody you don't know really well, so unless you're....youknow..." she twisted from sized to side, hands behind her back, a too-innocent expression on her face. "If there's nothing in it for you, why bother?"
