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Show seen in his life. In truth, it was a convenience of the Doctors and the upper level Managers and he'd never had the opportunity, nay nor the desire to see the place. And, marry, now the man was about to eat in it! He pictured Dr'Anya pacing across this very floor. Mayhap his feet were walking on the very prints of her blessed boots. He mulled that over in his mind whilst he looked at the three at the table across the room. Brandon had pointed them out to Phrapp breathlessly-and a bit resentfully-as soon as they entered the main refectory area. "There they be," he'd said, tossing his head their way and shaking drops of melted snow from his cloak. "Aye, and with naught a care in the worlde, whilst we d r u d g e s . . . " He'd sighed heavily and beckoned Phrapp to follow him. The three Managers did not know VM Brandon at all. He was a subordinate in one of the other Managers' Bureaus. In fact, he was attached to the hated Manager Farquar, the one who seized most unfairly that suite of sanctums hard by the HighStreet side of the BAA complex. VM Brandon would not rest easy at this luncheon, forsooth! And as for his minion,. Phrapp! The three Managers narrowed their eyes appropriately and sipped their wine. "Your Managers!" Brandon said upon reaching the table. He made a brief bow. "I have news of the utmost..." "Prithee sit ye down," Jensen said smoothly to both Brandon and Phrapp, "and peruse, if ye please, the menu." Brandon sat down, flustered at the interruption, and stared wildly at the menu in front of him. Phrapp sat beside him and stared frankly at the others, in a kind of naive wonder. The two female managers were arrayed in 191 |