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"I don't need you. I need a medic in case the ambassador might be in any harm. You think very highly, hm?"
"Get rid of? No, no. I need you for this mission for now. I'll get rid of you afterwords."
"Is that right? How disappointing. I was hoping you despised me," he said sarcastically, crossing his arms.
"Oh yeah? Do you hate me now?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"That's not my problem." He pulled his hands out of his pockets, scratching at his temple for a moment. "It would be yours."
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"I wasn't a goody two shoes. I was the kid who gained the teachers trust so I could put thumbtacks on their seat so they would think I was innocent."
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"As a child," he began, a smile at the corners of his mouth, "I was very well-mannered and polite most of the time. I didn't tear anything of...
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"Friendship is overrated. There are reasons why I have a small circle of trustees," he said simply.
"My friend's aren't alcoholics. I go to a lot of parties, and I have a lot of parties. I like to live the life." He rolled his eyes.
"You've met executives better dressed than I? I believe that. Luckily, when people are drunk they don't care about your outfit. I spend a lot of...
"I've met better," he replied condescendingly, tilting his head up.
His formed formed a line. "People have tried. It didn't work. So, yeah, good luck with that."
"Two? I disagree. I've done none. As for my reputation? It's unbreakable, and lies at the top," he said, smoothing back his hair.
"I just called it ridiculous. Nothing I do is ridiculous unless I say so." (Not gonna lie, I was thinking about it, haha.)
He raised his eyebrows. "Better than some complicated reason for joining. Like wanting revenge on someone. That's just ridiculous."
"I did. I decided I wanted to start training to work there professionally, and so I did. It took a bit, but I made it." He shrugged. "What about you?"
