“It’s as if I’d been blessed to meet you again and again, though I’m sure you see it as more of a curse.” Certainly not the entrance he had hoped to make, but Saleh played along with it anyway, holding the glass of champagne in his hand out for the doctor to take. Since UN’s funding of Helix, the security firm would often receive requests from the UN themselves to provide officers and guards during grand conferences such as this. And as luck would have it, more often than not Saleh would be one of the officers assigned for security.
He doesn’t know much of the doctor. Just that she was brilliant, perhaps not much into conversations ( as he could vaguely recall receiving nothing but a look when he said his hellos to her the first time they met ) and that she was very, very mysterious. To a point that a part of him believed she was secretly evil. The look in her eyes whenever he approached her certainly didn’t scream harmless after all, though, he would be lying if he were to say that it wasn’t her glares that didn’t push him into bothering her to begin with.
“Do you ever get tired of conferences?" He started, idly twirling his own glass of champagne, "the standing in front of people, the talking, the dressing up..." At the last one, he crinkled his nose, eyeing himself and the suit he was required to wear. "They’re quite repetitive don’t you think?"
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