“I see,” tiny frown lines appeared between her eyebrows.
“Sorry.”
Well, at least you’ve got that out in the open now.
A fire on a street below caught his attention. A car had been set on fire, and people were crowding around it.
Hm? Villains afoot?
Or are these people using the car as a campfire of sorts?
Not noticing, Piggot pursed her lips, “Fine. My apologies for putting you in that situation. I won’t say anything further about Director Armstrong for the time being. I was speaking of the need for public relations?”
“Yes ma’am,” he spoke, feeling somewhat relieved at her composure.
Composure is what she does best, I suppose, besides maybe PR.
He wouldn’t feel a hundred percent okay about it until he verified her as someone who wouldn’t find some other way to get back at him.
I don’t think she’s the type for that, though relations between the two of you may be a little strained.
But I mean, Piggot’s the kind of person whose relationships with the people she works with are strained by default, isn’t she.
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