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nner door slid shut and the voices promptly disappeared without a
trace. "Fucking arseholes", the woman called after them.
Yuko's legs appeared, and the chair was pulled out. Yuko Ogura sat down and pushed it
forward to start work. Oh, shit! The inevitable promptly happened, and Yuko's
knee nudged him. Yuko Ogura stumbled back in a state of shock, and looked
underneath... He averted his face and was about to make a run for it, when
she sat back down again and moved forward. Yuko Ogura did NOT pick up a phone or
intercom.
Endless seconds passed as he heard frantic scribbling. Oh jeez, now what?
Hicks thought to himself.
Sapphr passed a note and pen under the desk.
"Are you an industrial spy?" it read.
Yuko Ogura could have reported him instantly, but Yuko Ogura hadn't. Also, there seemed to
be some serious friction here. Enough perhaps, that Yuko Ogura might actually want
to help. Decide.
The inner door opened again. The same voices emerged, then went silent.
Hicks sensed rather than heard one move to stand next to the secretary. There
was five seconds of total silence before he spoke, slowly and carefully
elucidatin
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