Ratchet sighed through his nose, and scribbled notes.
"I'll make discreet inquiries."
He sat forward, arms resting on the desk. He wasn't letting his thoughts and misgivings show on his face, keeping himself looking neutral. It was her mind, after all.
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"I'll make discreet inquiries."
He sat forward, arms resting on the desk. He wasn't letting his thoughts and misgivings show on his face, keeping himself looking neutral. It was her mind, after all.