"Chloe Sinclair, have I not been behaving lately? Why are you still thinking about that idiot?"
"Is that White smarter than me? Is it more useful than me?"
"Can it talk to you every day? Can it cheer you up? Is it as smart as me?"
Eight looked at Chloe Sinclair as if she were a heartless cheater.
Even though they were a pair of large, twinkling blue eyes, Chloe Sinclair could still sense the anger boiling inside Eight.
She couldn't help but laugh. "Aren't you a robot? You can get angry?"
Eight retorted, striking a hands-on-hips pose with great difficulty. "Just because I'm a robot doesn't mean I can't get angry! I may be a robot, but I have my robotic dignity!"
Chloe Sinclair felt a headache coming on.
Just as she was about to coax the little demon, Landon Sinclair, who was standing to the side, spoke up. "It's probably not possible right now. The higher-ups took White."
Landon Sinclair hadn't been very subtle, but Chloe Sinclair understood him perfectly.
