"Dr Oakley…?" Claude's voice was soft. Just like yesterday, he saw the new adviser sitting on the table's edge, facing the empty whiteboard. He walked inside, garnering the witch's attention. Claude said, "I heard you're here for me specifically. What are you planning to do with me now?"
"So bold…" Gregor chuckled, shaking his head. "I was trying not to be a menace to you this early."
Claude walked to the whiteboard and stood almost in front of Gregor. "I want to know. I don't want anyone hindering my plans in looking for Len. So if you're going for something, tell me now. If you want to cage me, too… I might have to dispose of you properly. I'm sorry… I want Len to be here."
Gregor opened his mouth to talk, but he stared at Claude's red eyes instead. He then curled his lips in a smile. "Maybe Valentin Dietrich doesn't lie when he says you are capable of destruction… only to hold back as you don't have a use for it. Such an unpredictable creature."
"You spoke to Len about me?"
