That’s about what you had figured, so you nod back. It’s just a simple acknowledgment of his assessment of where you are in the session. Maybe someday the two of you will manage the whole time. However, any extra time is yours to do with as you like, so there’s no reason not to let this guy kick himself out early.
His question gives you pause. What does it matter who the staff is? You could give him a straight and detailed answer, but there’s this thing called his lane, and he needs to stay in it. Therefore, you choose not to be so forthcoming. “There might be. I don’t keep track of everyone who comes and goes. They don’t affect my work, so I stay out of their way.” It’s not even really a lie. You don’t check the schedules daily.
“I see, well, thank you for your time.” He said hastily, turning to leave and opening the door, then closing it behind him. His eyes instantly searched the ceiling, cameras. There are a few. So he walked to the front desk, left his payment, and on top of it, a badge.
“This is Philovance, investiterminator, I need the records of exactly a week ago, the entire recording’s.” He spoke in a forceful tone, the troll that once was a bit calmer around him now is frazzled again. “There is something I need to check for, so if you colaborate, I’ll initially not put you in my aim of suspicion.”
It wasn’t a deal, it wasn’t an offer, it was more of an indirect threat. If there is something investiterminators also learn in their schoolfeeding, is psychological warfare.
The assistant paced quickly to the security and pleaded nervously for the recordings, because an official was asking for them. He returned briskly to the violetblood holding one CD in a case, which Philovance then grabbed delicately and captchalogued it.
“Next week, same night, same time, I’ll be here.” He says, leaving the building.
