Well, well, well-you really are working for the official forces.
Then you must have been one of them back in Tingen, too.
You chased me all over Tingen. Now I've changed my appearance and come to Backlund, and you're chasing me again.
Lorne sneered inwardly, but his expression remained perfectly composed. He flawlessly played the part of a boss worn out by work and oblivious to his surroundings. He did not even look up, merely picking up another report from his desk and leafing through it.
"The finances still aren't adding up..." He sighed softly, exhaustion plain on his face.
"..." Leonard stood warily in the doorway, studying James Scott behind the desk. Drawing the man into a dream had gone much more smoothly than he had expected. The other party seemed to have entered the dream without any resistance at all, which only made him more cautious.
Just then, the man buried in his paperwork suddenly raised his head.
"You're here?"
What?! He knew I was coming?! Startled, Leonard instinctively backed up two steps. His entire body tensed, ready to respond to any sudden development.
"Ted, have you sorted things out in the workshop? Are the machines fixed?" Lorne asked with a touch of urgency, as though he had not noticed anything unusual about him.
The workshop? The machines? Is he... mistaking me for one of his employees? Leonard's mind raced, countless thoughts flashing through it in an instant.
"Ted?"
Seeing him standing there in a daze, Lorne gave him a puzzled look.
"Ah! Boss!" Leonard snapped to attention and hurriedly played along, instinctively leaning forward a little in a respectful posture. "It's all sorted out. The machines have been fixed."
"Good." Lorne nodded and lowered his head again to continue reading the report in his hands.
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