On an eerie night, in an eerie office, under an eerie old factory, two men were in a worried conversation. “.... She´s too smart to trust us Dr. Sawyer!", the Head of Innovation said angrily, slamming his hand on the table they were sitting at “I know Mr. Pierre” the doctor said calmly with a sigh “I had told you the first time we looked at her results after the testing, she reminds me of myself when I was her age” Lieth Pierre let out a inpatient sigh: “So, what are we going to do? Can we even do anything?” “Don´t worry Mr. Pierre, there is a way,” said Harley Sawyer temptingly, “we´ll just have to make her venerable” “And how do you suggest we do that, hm Harley!” Pierre said unimpressed. The Doctor chuckled at the other man's words. The Head of Innovation only called him by his first name if he had the undeniable need to strangle him. “Oh, come on Leith, it´s easy” Doctor Sawyer said in a purring tone, annoying his superior even more, “we´ll just have to take her eyes” Leith Pierre let out a spine-chilling chuckle: “Well, if you say so doctor, then it´s settled.” With that the head of Innovation started heading towards the door. “Oh, before I forget about it Leith,” said the doctor with a wide but cold grin “thanks for the new skeleton. I can feel every part of it, at all times” “good,” that was the only thing that left Leith Pierres mouth as he exited the office, nodding. As Pierre left the office, Sawyer returned to his paperwork. But neither man had realised the small smiling critter doll, sitting on a shelf, eavesdropping on their conversation in sad anticipation.
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