[He figured a little ego stroking was going to be the simple solution here. Keep them sweet until you murder them-- I mean. Until... you need something from them...?
Or murder.
And eat.]
I'll adjust fine.
Bye.
[Hanging up before there's any chance of further conversation, because who would ever want that?]
no subject
Whenever.
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Nine in the morning. You know where it is, yes?
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Any other security there right now?
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no subject
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Ideally just one.
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We can discuss the matter after the first month, see how you adjust beforehand.
no subject
Or murder.
And eat.]
I'll adjust fine.
Bye.
[Hanging up before there's any chance of further conversation, because who would ever want that?]