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Chapter Sixteen: Connoisseurs and Liaisons

“Where have you been?” he had his serious voice on. Who am I kidding? His voice was always stern, that low drawl that demanded to be respected.

“I was having lunch, you know that meal you have in the middle of the day so you can not die. You might not have heard of it because you are a robot. Don’t really need food, just oil.”

“You are not as amusing as you think Miss Laurence,” he spoke without a hint of a smile.

“And I don’t trust you to be the connoisseur of humour,” I quipped, sitting myself in the chair opposite him because I was so tired of standing. His eyes followed my every movement in that analysing and scrutinising way that I had become all too familiar with.

“No, but I am the connoisseur of punctuality something that you lack, entirely,”

“What? It was lunch break, you’ve worked me to the bone you can at least let me eat, surely?”

“Your lunch break is an allocated 45 minutes, you took 51 minutes, that’s 6 minutes I should dock off of your pay,”

I stared at him dumbfounded,
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