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That evening, they shared a meal in Therick’s suite, the Factory owner, Cat and Iralla. Therick’s assistants attended, standing by the door when they weren’t serving food or clearing plates. The meal was a subdued affair, and in Cat’s opinion Iralla gained a twisted satisfaction from Therick’s shuffling as the man attempted a breezy nonchalance throughout.
“I realise you will require time to consider all you’ve seen and heard,” Therick said after they’d retired to the sofas. One of the assistants placed a coffee pot and cups on the low table. “But I wondered if you’ve reached any conclusions yet.”
Cat didn’t look to see if Iralla agreed before continuing. “There have been no reasons for concern in your output figures, and no reports of anything untoward,” he said. “Overall, o
